#maxine talks sw

[battlestar-royco]

jyn erso easily could’ve been a woc

[winchester-fantasies]

Even Better

Summary: After you’re almost attacked by demons at the dog grooming boutique you work at, Sam and Dean Winchester take you under their wing. When an unexpected member is added to your group, Dean realizes he may have feelings for you.

Word Count: 3876

Warnings: fluff, show level violence, gruff Dean, sweet Dean, some swearing

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size!Reader

A/N: This was written for an anonymous request: Can I request a dean x plus size reader where she a dog groomer and demons almost attack her at her job and dean and Sam have to watch her to make sure she safe, while they are protecting her dean starts catching feeling for her sweet, animal loving personality and confess his love to her when they get drunk one night! Sorry this sounds so awkward haha 😊😊 Thank you for your request! Hope you like it!! ❤❤

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

The first thing you noticed when you walked through the door of the dog grooming boutique you worked at was the flickering of the lights you had left on overnight. You thought it was strange; you’d replaced the bulbs just a few weeks before. You stopped to watch the light fixture, flipping the switch off and then flicking it back on. The flickering stopped, but the next second you frowned as it started back up. You sighed heavily as you walked behind the counter, depositing your purse in the cubby under the counter. You’d probably have to end up calling the electrician. The last thing you or your boss needed was a short to have to deal with. 

You flipped open the scheduler on the counter. Your first appointment was with one of your usuals - a poodle named, Maxine. She was one of your favorites to work with and you couldn’t help but smile whenever you saw her name on the schedule.

You yawned and rubbed your bleary eyes. You sighed heavily. You really shouldn’t have stayed out so late drinking the night before even if it was your best friend’s birthday. You needed a coffee, and desperately. You seriously considered running over to the café next door and grabbing one of their German chocolate flavored coffees. But it would have to wait until later.

You had just stooped down to grab your name tag from the cubby when the bell over the door tinkled. You straightened back up, finding a man and woman standing a little ways from the counter, both dressed in suits.

You smiled in acknowledgment. “Good morning,” you greeted. “How can I help you? Do you have an appointment?”

The man eyed you up and down before clasping his hands in front of him. “Of sorts,” he said vaguely. 

You frowned in confusion. “Do you have a meeting with Margo?” you asked, glancing at the scheduler in front of you, searching for an appointment for your boss but finding none. 

“No,” the woman clipped. 

“Then why are you here?” you asked uneasily, suspicion forming in the back of your mind.

“We’re here for the shears,” the man stated as if you would know exactly what he was talking about.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t sell shears here,” you said. “If you go right down the street, though, there’s a….”

“Stop playing games!” the woman snapped. Her eyes were suddenly pure black. You screamed in terror, backing up and tripping over the chair behind you. You felt yourself falling backwards just as the door burst open. You caught a glimpse of two men rushing in right before you fell to the floor with a thud, your head making contact with the tile with a crack.

Your head was spinning as you struggled into a sitting position. You heard two agonized cries and a sound like sparks crackling in the air before two heavy thuds followed. Silence filled the building and you were about to attempt to get to your feet when one of the men who had rushed inside rounded the side of the counter.

His brooding, green eyes met yours, a look of relief crossing his face. “You okay?” he asked.

You nodded as he extended his hand to help you up. You eyed the dagger in his other hand cautiously, not trusting anyone. Especially after what you’d just seen.

“C’mon,” the man said in exasperation, motioning with his hand impatiently. When you made no move to take his hand, he rolled his eyes and pursed his lips, dimples forming on either side of his mouth. He resheathed the dagger before reaching out for you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he reassured.

You looked at him carefully for a moment more, gauging if he was being truthful or not. Something in his eyes told you you were better off with him than those black-eyed freaks. You took his hand, his strength surprising you as he hoisted you up in one swift movement as if you weighed no more than a leaf. You weren’t exactly small. Not with your wide hips, curves, and thick thighs. 

“We gotta get outta here,” he said, jerking his head towards the door. You nodded, looking around for the other man who had come in with the one in front of you. But he was nowhere to be seen.

You glanced down to the two bodies on the floor, blood pooling beneath them. “Don’t look,” the man said, his voice gruff and authoritative. He reached for your hand, leading you outside. 

The other man was standing behind a black Chevy Impala, the trunk open wide as he rummaged through a duffle bag. He glanced up as you approached. He shot you a thin-lipped smile, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

You didn’t have time to return his smile as the first man opened the back of the vehicle and gestured to the back seat. “Get in,” he commanded.

You hesitated for a moment, staring into his face. Was it really a wise thing to get into the car of two strange men? 

You didn’t have time to think more about it or even protest as he all but shoved you into the back seat. “Get in!” he snapped again, slamming the door closed after you. “Sam! Come on! We gotta go. Now!” He rounded the car quickly before climbing into the driver’s seat. 

The taller one came around to the passenger’s side after a few moments, shooting you an almost apologetic smile as he squeezed himself inside.

The vehicle roared to life, the tires screeching soon after as your green-eyed savior peeled out onto the road. Soon you were heading south, the scenery growing denser and the population thinner. A sense of uneasiness once again filled your mind as you listened to the two men talk, their voices low and muffled by the rumbling of the Impala’s engine. Every once in awhile, the taller man would glance back at you, his brow furrowed and hazel eyes filled with concern. You didn’t know what was going on, but the longer you traveled the more questions arose in your mind that needed answers.

You licked your lips and darted your eyes between the two men, the one who’s name was apparently Sam, pulling his phone out of his pocket and opening his web browser. “Where are you taking me?” you finally dared to ask, your voice wavering.

“Somewhere safe,” the driver clipped, never taking his eyes off the road. 

You swallowed hard. You weren’t entirely sure you believed him, but nevertheless you nodded.

“I’m Sam, by the way,” the man in the passenger’s seat said, turning to look at you, his dimples once again appearing as he shot you his first genuine smile.

You couldn’t help but grin back. “(Y/N),” you said.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” Sam said. “This is my brother, Dean,” he added, gesturing to the man beside him.

“Oh,” you said simply, not really sure what else to say.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions,” Sam commented.

You huffed out a harsh chuckle. “That’s an understatement.”

Sam chuckled before turning back around and looking at his phone again. “We’ll explain everything. But right now, we need to get you to safety.”

You nodded again before settling back into the seat, wrapping your arms around yourself and looking out the window at the waning light.

**********

You must have fallen asleep because when you next opened your eyes it was completely dark outside and the car had stopped in front of a shady looking motel. You winced at the crick in your neck, rocking your head side to side, trying to loosen up the tight muscles.

You jumped just as the back door was pulled open, Sam stooping down to look inside. “Hey, you’re awake,” he said with a grin. “Thought I might have to carry you inside.”

You chuckled lightly before climbing out of the car and stretching your body, muscles aching from the stressful day. You followed Sam to Room 111, finding the room clean and surprisingly put together despite the off white walls and stained carpet. 

Dean was sprawled out on one of the full sized beds, arm under his head and eyes closed. You stopped, looking between the thinning sofa and other bed, biting your lip. “You can take the bed,” Sam offered as if reading your thoughts.

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly. “I don’t mind…” you said, gesturing to the couch.

“No, really,” Sam insisted. “It’s fine. I guess you don’t have a change of clothes do you?”

You bit your lip and shook your head. You’d left everything back at the boutique - your purse, phone, wallet...everything. You looked down at the knee length skirt and peasant top you were still wearing; the clothes on your back were literally the only possessions you had to your name.

“She can borrow one of my shirts,” Dean’s gruff voice broke the silence. You nearly jumped at the sound; you thought he’d already fallen asleep. Instead he sat up with a groan, his eyes tired looking. 

He stooped down to rummage through the duffle bag at the side of his bed, pulling out an old and faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt and tossing it to you. “Thanks,” you said, catching it and haphazardly folding it. 

“You wanna get a shower?” Sam asked gently. “Might help you relax after everything that happened today.”

You smiled your thanks and nodded before walking to the bathroom. The water pressure was shitty; the water itself barely lukewarm. And the fan in the ceiling did diddly-squat to help circulate air and by the time you were done showering, the small room was hazy with steam. 

You quickly dried off, folding your dirty clothes into a semi-neat pile before pulling on Dean’s t-shirt. It swallowed you, the hem falling nearly mid-thigh. You didn’t feel like you were a thicker girl; in fact you felt sexy.

You walked back out into the main room, finding the lights off and both Sam and Dean already in bed, covers up over their bodies. You tiptoed over to your bed, placing your clothes on the nightstand. You were about to pull back your covers when your stomach growled. You grimaced at the sound as it seemed to reverberate around the room.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you carefully considered what you should do. You didn’t have your wallet, but you thought maybe you had some loose change in your skirt pocket from when you’d stuffed it after getting gas that morning. You unfolded your skirt, quietly rummaging through its pockets, coming up triumphantly with three quarters.

You made your way to the door, silently unlocking and unchaining the door. You took one quick look at Sam and Dean, making sure you hadn’t woken them before slipping outside. The night was cool; the hint of fall in the air. Your bare feet padded across the cold concrete before rounding the corner, finding two snack machines crammed into the corner. 

You stopped at the first one, surveying the offered items. Most of them were candy bars and chips, which were to be expected you supposed. You knew you needed something more nutritious, but with nothing else to choose from, you finally settled on a Twix. You deposited the quarters, pressed the keys of the slot you wanted, and watched as it dropped to the bottom of the machine. You grabbed it up, turning and hurrying back to the room, the cold starting to seep into your bones. 

You rounded the corner again, but stopped dead in your tracks, your heart in your throat. There, not even three feet away, stood a Cocker Spaniel. Its hair was matted and body thin, but its tongue hung loose and happy-go-lucky and tail wagging. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of years old, judging by its height and the puppish-looking face staring back at you.

“Hey, there, cutie,” you crooned, walking slowly over to it, stooping down and extending your hand. Its tail went wild and it - he, you could now see - bounded over to you, practically jumping into your arms and licking your face with wild abandon. You giggled and petted him until he calmed down enough for you to check his collar. You frowned when you found none. “That’s strange,” you said, looking into his soulful, dark eyes. “Do you have a home, Fella?”

He licked your face once more in response. You chuckled before straightening and looking down at him. You glanced from him to your motel room just a few doors down from where you stood. You didn’t know if Sam and Dean would appreciate waking up to a dog, but you couldn’t just leave him alone and homeless. 

“C’mon, Fella,” you called, clicking your tongue and patting your leg. Fella immediately responded, loping to your side and easily falling into step with you as you made your way back to the room. “Be quiet,” you whispered, turning the knob and pushing the door open quietly. Fella bounded inside, making a beeline straight for Dean’s bed. “No!” you hissed just as Fella jumped into the bed, landing full force onto Dean’s sleeping form.

“What the fuck?” Dean bellowed, all but jumping out of bed. Sam shot up at the sound of his brother’s exclamation, his long hair askew and eyes dazed. You flipped on the light to see Dean sitting straight up in bed, his face a mixture of shock and confusion as Fella cowered on your bed, apparently having run away at Dean’s outburst.

It finally seemed to register that Dean was looking at a dog because his brow suddenly turned down into a scowl. “What the fuck?” Dean asked again, looking from Fella to you, still standing in the open doorway.

You swallowed hard as you turned and closed and locked the door behind you. When you turned back, both Dean and Sam were staring at you. “Uh, this...this is, Fella,” you said, trying to add as much pleasantness to your voice as you could muster.

Dean looked back to Fella who’s fear of Dean had apparently abated a bit, but who still sat, gauging the still scowling man suspiciously. “You can’t just bring a dog here!” Dean finally snapped, his green eyes blazing as he turned his wrath onto you.

“I...I’m sorry,” you stammered. “It’s just...he was outside. And it’s getting cold. And he didn’t have a collar and it’s not like I could just leave him out there.”

“No,” Dean said, his voice gruff, shaking his head staunchly. “Absolutely not. We’re taking him back to the bunk….”

“Dean,” Sam interjected, finally finding his voice after the initial confusion. “C’mon. We can’t just leave him. He doesn’t look like he’s been fed or had a home in weeks.”

Dean grumbled, his frown deepening before he settled back down, turning away with a loud huff. “Fine,” he clipped. “But we’re not keeping him. As soon as we figure this whole demon thing out and get (Y/N) back to her place safely, he’s gone.”

**********

Dean awoke the next morning to a pair of dark eyes staring into his soul. Fella’s tail was wagging as he scooted forward, his wet nose booping Dean’s before the dog’s tongue licked a stripe over Dean’s mouth. He shuddered and rolled over, throwing off the covers as he sat up.

He found (Y/N) and Sam still asleep, (Y/N)’s body sprawled out on the opposite bed, arms and legs both twisted at angles Dean would never be able to get out of. He shook his head before getting up and going to the bathroom. He was about to close the door when Fella decided he needed to join him, pushing past the half-closed door and stopping just a few feet away and looking up at Dean with pure adoration.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Dean asked, scowling. He turned around, lifting the seat and relieving himself, feeling Fella’s eyes on him the entire time. Once he was finished, he jumped into the shower, letting the sweat and grime from the day before wash off. 

He’d almost forgotten Fella had decided to join him as he stepped out of the shower onto the grimy linoleum floor of the bathroom. He reached for a towel and started drying off when he felt something wet and rough meet the skin of his leg. Dean jumped away, looking down to find Fella languidly licking the water droplets off his leg. “Seriously, dude?” Dean asked, biting back the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Dean threw back on his boxers and t-shirt before exiting the room, finding both Sam and (Y/N) fully awake and ready for the day. (Y/N)’s face lit up as her eyes settled on Fella. “Hey, there, cutie!” she greeted, bending down and laughing as Fella threw himself into her arms and licked her face.

Dean rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but feel a tug at his heart as he watched (Y/N) interacting with Fella. Dean cleared his throat as he pulled out a fresh pair of jeans and a flannel and pulled both on before zipping his duffle back up. “We need to be outta here in ten,” Dean said, turning around and heading for the door.

Sam and (Y/N) nodded in acknowledgement and soon enough they were back on the road, heading for the bunker. Dean kept glancing in the rearview mirror at (Y/N). Her face was more often than not lit up in a wide grin as Fella stayed glued to her side. Dean swallowed hard, shoving down the foreign feeling in his chest and tried to ignore the butterflies he hadn’t felt since he was a teenager fluttering in his stomach. 

Along the way Sam gave her the whole monster spiel, her eyes widening in shock and fear as Sam explained that it was demons who had almost attacked her. Sam and Dean thought it was part of a deal that one of (Y/N)’s old coworkers had made with Crowley, the King of Hell; ancient and magical shears in exchange for a life of wealth and fame. But of course there was always a catch. Her coworker’s soul would be Crowley’s in ten years...but they didn’t tell (Y/N) that.

By nightfall they were back at the bunker. Dean climbed out of the Impala, going to the trunk and taking out his duffle and hurrying to the bunker’s entrance. He had to get away from all the overwhelming emotions swirling in his chest. He couldn’t decipher exactly what was going on, but it felt akin to the few times he’d been put under a spell.

His eyes seemed to have a mind of their own as he couldn’t seem to take them off her. He seemed to notice everything about her; the way her hair fell to her shoulders and cascaded down her chest and back; the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed at Fella or at something Sam had said - and god...that laugh. It was like tinkling bells. He bit his lower lip as his eyes followed the way her hips swayed as she made her way down the hall to the bathroom. Fuck, was she the finest specimen of a woman he’d ever laid eyes on. He frowned as she disappeared around the corner. When had he become so sappy? Fuck, he needed a drink.

He got up from the library table, going to the kitchen and pouring himself a good sized cup of whiskey. He took a big swig, relishing the sting as it settled in his stomach and almost instantly relieved some of his nerves. 

But in an instant his butterflies were back as (Y/N) walked into the kitchen. “Hey,” she said, her lips turning up into that gorgeous smile of hers. 

“Oh, hey,” he said, his voice coming out higher than he’d intended. He cleared his throat and gestured to the bottle on the counter. “You want some?”

“Uh, sure,” she said, coming to his side as he took a tumbler from the shelf and poured her a glass. She smiled her thanks before taking a sip and hissing. “That’s good,” she said. “Been a long time since I had whiskey.”

Dean smiled before making his way to the kitchen table and sitting down, (Y/N) joining him a few minutes later. “So you like animals, huh?” Dean asked, taking another sip of his drink.

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up and she nodded briskly. The next thing he knew, he was listening in avid interest as she explained that she had always loved animals and after she had graduated from cosmetology school, she had decided to invest in that passion and put her skill into practice.

By the time she was done talking, they had both almost finished the entire bottle of whiskey. His mind was fuzzy and all he could think about was how easy it would be to reach across the table and kiss her. 

He was still thinking about how her lips would feel against his when Fella sauntered in, immediately going up to (Y/N) and showering her with wet and sloppy kisses. She giggled, leaning down and kissing the top of his head that she had yet to clean. 

Dean smirked, that tugging at his heart happening again, this time stronger. “Who gave you the right to be so damn sweet?” Dean slurred. He hadn’t even realized he’d said it until (Y/N) looked up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with both mirth and confusion. 

“What?” she chuckled.

“You heard me,” he said, fiddling with his tumbler on the table. “You’re so sweet. And drop dead gorgeous, I might add.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) murmured, her cheeks growing red. She dropped her gaze, but the next second raised her eyes to meet his as he pushed back from the table and walked around to her side. Before she could even register what was happening, Dean had taken her hand in his and hoisted her up. He wrapped his arm around her, his hand pressed to the small of her back as he held her close against him.

He raised his hand to her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. “And I think I’m falling in love with you,” he breathed. Her eyelids fluttered in shock and he heard a soft but audible gasp leave her mouth. He glanced to her lips, so plump and supple. He locked eyes with her again, finding her pupils wide. “I could kiss you right now,” he whispered, his eyes darting to her lips once again.

They formed into a smirk before he looked back to her face, her eyes holding a sultry and enticing look. “Then why don’t you?” she asked.

And he did. Her lips formed around his own, the taste of whiskey on her tongue as she allowed him to deepen the kiss. 

It was just as he’d imagined. No, he thought, his grip on her tightening as she wrapped her arms around his neck.... This was even better.

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[battlestar-royco]

I don't get why people say that Rey shouldn't have won the final battle with kylo ren in the force awakens. kylo ren was shot by chewie so it makes sense that Rey would have an advantage over him since he was weak and seriously injured.

Pretty much because she’s a woman. People said she was a Mary Sue for being able to hold her own against Kyle, but she used her weapon like a staff (which she was heavily implied to use all her life). And Kyle Ron’s competency as a fighter and leader really only became a thing after TFA. Before then, he was an entitled brat with a helmet. So I don’t think it’s that far out of the realm of possibility for Rey to beat Kyle in a fight.

[battlestar-royco]

(1) I feel like people were lying (and making bad excuses) about what was in the last jedi in order to excuse all the bad writing. I've been seeing people say that the reason why Holdo didn't tell Poe what the plan was because there was a spy on the ship, but in the actual movie there was no mention of a spy. Also I've seen posts say that Holdo didnt tell Poe or anyone about the plan was because of real life military hierarchy even though TLJ is a fiction movie.

I think Tumblr ate the second part of this!!! Yeah, I’ve discussed this a bit before. Holdo was a plot cul de sac whose purpose was to separate Finn/Poe and eat up valuable screen time that could’ve gone to the previously established main characters. I’ve also seen people excuse the bad writing by saying that Poe’s purpose was to fail and learn how to respect authority. Arctic take considering the racial dynamics between a Latino man in a rebellion and a white woman who uses her rank to get out of explaining her actions, and arctic take considering that that would make the first POC-led SW films about how it’s necessary for everyone to fail for Reasons.

[battlestar-royco]

Why did people think that Rian wrote good female characters lmao. Holdo slapped and mistreated a MOC, was an incredibly incomptant leader( so Rian wrote a female character who was a bad leader), only existed for Poe's development and was killed off to develop him too. She was also bisexual so Rian Johnson killed off a bisexual character. Rose only existed for Finn character development and tased him, Leia was stuck in a coma, and Rey was forced to be sympathetic to Kylo Ren.

For many people, TLJ gave the illusion of good representation. I think especially in extremely Hollywood-ized movies like the SW franchise, people confuse the literal existence of marginalized characters as progressive. That’s why you have movies like the sequel trilogy with top billing for characters played by black, Guatemalan, and Vietnamese actors that leaves people feeling alienated and robbed. Rey, Leia, and Holdo were also treated more like devices than characters but received well in some circles (ie R***os) because Rey became Kyle’s sounding board, Leia had like one flashy moment, and the writing treated Holdo’s rank over Poe as a feminist statement.

[battlestar-royco]

How did The Last Jedi treat the characters of color in it?

A lot of people before me have written on it much more articulately with greater knowledge of the SW world. I tried to link my favorite articles written at the time TLJ came out but they’ve been lost to the internet void sometime between 2017 and now. So just know that they’re out there if you can find them.

My personal main issues are:

Poe and Finn got slapped and tased multiple times, sometimes for comedic effect.

Rose seemed more like a lazy interruption to Finnrey rather than her own character. Rose and KMT will always deserve so much better than what they got.

Poe was completely retconned from a funny soft pilot into a hotheaded insubordinate who needed to learn how to take orders, and there was almost no emotional consequence for the mistakes made in the first battle of the movie.

Lupita Nyong’o, who was already a CGI alien, literally got <30 seconds of screentime.

Zero (0) development of Finn’s backstory escaping the Stormtroopers and how Phasma factored into his life.

[battlestar-royco]

I don't believe that they actually planned the Star Wars sequel trilogy.

There are a bunch of conspiracy theories around it, like apparently JJ planned them all but Rian started writing TLJ before TFA came out and scrapped the outline, they thought the original plan was too predictable or whatever because spoiler culture, and that a lot of detail from TROS was meant to be in TLJ etc. But either way the final product lacks coherency in terms of themes, story, character development, and visuals. The directorial jump from TFA to TLJ really sticks out imo (ie all that blue and goldenness vs the washed out grayish greens and reds). Plus the actors’ performances are the only thing holding the characterization together from one movie to the next. We’ll probably never know exactly what happened, but I like to dream that in an alternate universe JJ originally had a good arc planned and he wrote/directed all of three movies to deliver something really fun and meaningful.

[battlestar-royco]

opinions about finnpoe?

They’re nice. Overall I’m not incredibly invested in SW outside of TFA. I go back and forth between favoring Jedistormpilot, Finnpoe, and Finnrey. It would be great to see them work together again in another movie. But generally I hope we get to see the actors in other good stuff coming forward. Big Oscar Isaac fan. :)

[battlestar-royco]

ahahahaha remember when people thought it would be a good idea to derail poe dameron’s entire character and refigure him into a stereotype of toxic masculinity all so that some random new white woman could teach him how to listen to orders and he could get slapped and stun gunned by another white woman because feminism. remember when poe was played by oscar isaac, a treasure and talent who did everything in his power to maintain poe’s integrity. remember when poe could have had a consistent personality and been a passionate rebellious gay pilot remember

[battlestar-royco]

Holdo from TLJ should have been evil.

Honestly Holdo probably shouldn’t have existed, or if she did she shouldn’t have been an adversary to Poe. And if she was Poe’s antagonist, the framing shouldn’t have been “Poe needs to get in line.” It was boring, nonsensical, and racist. The entire Raddus/Canto Bight subplots really should have been replaced with something more productive imo. TLJ was the time to flesh out Leia’s role, Phasma’s role, the Knights of Ren, and the backstories for Poe and Finn. That necessitated a lot more settings and a plot with a wider scope than “car chase in space.” I don’t think Holdo really had a place in that, given all the characters and mysteries from the first film which needed to be developed.

[battlestar-royco]

chris terrio said Lucasfilm wanted kylo redemption since beginning. They really just wanted to repeat Vader redemption in another character, that's so original! -sarcasm

Really? If that’s true then why was it so… bad? The writers can claim that the story was planned, but if it was, then that means they were even worse at their jobs than we all thought. Combined, the three movies feel aesthetically, narratively, and tonally disconnected in every way. For the general audience who doesn’t read/watch the extra comics and TV content, like me, the ST never sufficiently explains why Kyle abandoned his parents and went dark in the first place. It never explains why he’s so powerful or how he rose in the ranks of the FO (or how the FO was created!!! or how it’s different from the Empire!!!) aside from the ~Force~. The Force explanation means nothing to me because there are  l i t e r a l l y  no rules or limitations to what the Force can do or a definition of what it even is. We see him commit terrible deed after terrible deed, but the focus is all on him (with no explanation why he’s doing these things) rather than on the people who have suffered because of him.

Like TFA, TLJ does nothing to set Kyle on the path to redemption. Rather than showing remorse and making amends, he’s having unexplained visions with Rey and telling her why she should feel sorry for him even though he murdered all his classmates and joined a fascist organization. He clearly dedicates himself to the Dark Side by murdering Snoke and telling Rey to join him in ruling the FO. These are not remotely redemptive acts or qualities!!!!!! And in the final movie, he continues to randomly appear, survive fatal crashes and falls and injuries, and fight Rey based on the fact that they’re somehow Force-connected. His entire “redemption” isn’t due to his own repentance or heroic acts or even coming to terms with his parents and others he’s wronged, but due to plot armor and Rey deciding to save him for no reason. Make it make sense….

[battlestar-royco]

watching mando with my mom. we still both don’t know anything about this franchise, let’s see how it goes

[battlestar-royco]

just got a random wave of sadness and emoness for finnrey. of all the sw films in the franchise, i really only have ever connected to tfa (don’t kill me slkslksk) and a huge part of that was the connection between the main characters. i wasn’t even a big finnrey shipper upon first watch, nor am i too big of a finnrey fan now, but i still just??? retrospectively what was the reason?!

when you rewatch tfa there are some painfully romantic moments or even just god tier platonic moments between these two characters. then they’re separated arbitrarily for the whole second film of a 3-film series, then in the last film he’s chasing after rey who is subsequently chasing after kyle. and even jedistormpilot just goes from a few scattered finnpoe moments in tfa to being separated throughout tlj and then it catapults into old married couple for tros. so you don’t even get to see them get to that level. they just are *subtextually married* because the writers didn’t care enough/wasted too much time to realize the full potential of their dynamic. and resultantly we got the safest, most boring option through and through. like what was even the point of finn and rey becoming so close and sharing all those hugs and laughs and the epic battle? what was the point if their physical and emotional synchronization was going to be cut short and replaced by r***o

[battlestar-royco]

Realizashun.....

i’m sure this has been said before, but one thing i’ve just noticed about finn/rey is how jboyega put all his heart and soul into supporting dridley and rey over the years. like, i don’t even keep track of cc panels and press conferences and stuff but even i noticed that at every opportunity he would always plug rey and f/r. normally this would be cause for people to stan an actor for boosting his costars who are women, and ALL evidence and fandom history points to the fact that if ad had pushed r***o he would have been venerated. but when jb does it, people say he’s being aggressive and creepy and don’t even get me started on r***os who say that finn was being predatory in tfa i’m not strong enough

[battlestar-royco]

rey from star wars

1. Do you love/hate this character?

I love the idea of her.

2. What’s your favorite trait of this character?

I like how headstrong she is.

3. What’s your favorite moment/event involving this character?

“You. You’re afraid... that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader.”

Alternatively, when she puts out the lightsaber, drops it from one hand, catches it in the other, ignites it in the lobster guy’s stomach.

ALSO MURDERING KYLE RON LMAOOOO

4. If you could have one power/attribute/etc. of this character, what would it be?

Being Finn and Poe’s girlfriend?

Using a lightsaber.

5. When did you fall in love/hate with this character?

This is a little involved, but I guess I’ll explain: so if you think I’m a SW noob now (which I certifiably am), TFA came out before I knew jack shit about SW. I was so out of the loop I didn’t even know new SW movies were happening until well into 2016. So I first saw a pic of Rey (that first promo of her on Jakku with a staff) on Pinterest months before the movie dropped. And my first reaction was like “heart eyes what a hottie I wonder what movie she’s from.” And I had  Z E R O  idea who she was until like... 6 months after TFA came out and I finally watched the movie. So I guess that was when I first really fell in love with her. But canon-wise, my favorite scene in the ST (and probably SW not gonna lie) is when she flips the script on Kylo Ren in TFA.

6. Who’s your OTP for this character?

Reyl---

Just kidding lmao. Finnrey probably? Otherwise maybe ace/lesbian!Rey or Jedistormpilot.

[battlestar-royco]

I think white women characters like Rey of star wars totally deserve criticism without call them M*ry S*e. Rey was terrible written, use violence toward Finn in the beginning of TFA, toward an unarmed old man (Luke) and start to defende the fascist kylo in two movies. It make me think why lucasfilm/disney wanted white women like her to be the protagonist and why white feminists loves her so much.

I agree, the writing of Rey deserves criticism. In terms of diversity, white women’s representation literally always comes first for creators and fandom. I do like Rey (I haven’t watched the latest movie nor do I plan to in theaters), but it’s deeply regrettable that her character and conversations about her often take precedence over Finn, Poe, and Rose. The same thing happened with Jyn in R1, though I much prefer Rey because Jyn honestly just feels like way more of the generic “I’m angry at the world and I only care about myself --> I’m so snarky and smart --> suddenly I’m a revolutionary” white woman arc that dominated the 2010s.

I guess the way Rey interacts with Finn is way less... annoying than Jyn with Cassian? Like Jyn lectures Cassian for a lapse in judgment even though she’s the one who doesn’t give a fuck about the rebellion until it affects her (the epitome of white feminism); meanwhile Rey and Finn in TFA were more of a team throughout the movie. It is really disturbing that Disney seems stuck on this “white brunette women in SW are the end all of feminism” strategy, and even more disturbing that it’s so successful. If I’ve learned anything over the past few years it’s that fictional white women can do literally anything and still have an army of racist stans behind them screaming that she’s the best thing that happened to women. So the white feminist reception of Rey is no surprise, but I don’t think she’s the most white feminist character I’ve seen by far. I judge the writers who decided to use her as a conduit to Kyle’s backstory and redemption more than I judge Rey for being used as such.

The POC of the ST especially deserved better. Overall I just feel bamboozled because I didn’t give a fuck about SW, and I had never even touched any content of the franchise until TFA came out and I found out there was a black lead. I slogged through the other 6 movies tbh, but I genuinely enjoyed what was being set up in TFA. They had the opportunity to pass the torch onto a new diverse cast and say something really meaningful and timely but they squandered it imo. Now I’m ready to go back to not caring about it like I did in my first 19 years of life. It’s unfortunate.