#red rose series

[kehuyquan]

Welcome to Red Rose. Welcome to the new you.

[gracieblood]

wren: roch is dead 😭

antony: okay that’s great but i have to see emoboy.

[likesaly]

Red rose is clearly on my mind today and I need to post Abt it /lh

Bro the gardener got away scott free,,

More spoilers in the tags

[aleksandrasieczka]

“Red Rose” przypomina o zagrożeniach, o których powoli zapominamy | recenzja 

Wiatr wył niemiłosiernie, a jego zawodzenie zdawało się coraz mocniej wdzierać do mieszkania. Z każdym kolejnym podmuchem żarówki w żyrandolu przygasały miarowo, by po chwili rozbłysnąć jakby nic się nie stało. Początkowo myślałam, że to umysł płata mi figle i światło wcale nie gaśnie na ułamek sekundy. Następny huk był jednak mocniejszy, a zwykle przytulny pokój zalała fala ciemności. Idealnie w momencie, gdy na jednym z serialowych ekranów załączyło się nagranie Rochelle, a jej krzyk zgrał się z zawodzeniem w prawdziwym świecie. 

I wtedy już naprawdę chciałam się pozbyć telefonu albo chociaż wszystkich zainstalowanych na nim aplikacji.

Gdzie “The Ring” spotyka “Black Mirror” 

W jednym z odcinków, gdy atmosfera jest już prawie tak gęsta, że można ją ciąć nożem, Taz nawiązuje do japońskiego horroru: - Lodówki, telewizory, taksówki nie zabiją cię. To nie jest “The Ring”. Nic nie wyskoczy z ekranu - mówi z pełnym przekonaniem, ale my nadal możemy mieć pewne wątpliwości. Brytyjski serial young adult wielokrotnie wodzi nas za nos balansując na granicy gatunków i możliwych rejonów, w jakie fabuła może zmierzać. Kamera telefonu skierowana w przestrzeń niejednokrotnie ukazuje sylwetki bez twarzy, które próbują wydostać się na zewnątrz. Światy się przenikają, trudno wierzyć nawet własnym oczom. Czy tajemnicza aplikacja faktycznie pozwala na kontakt ze zmarłymi? Czy ci zmarli są tymi, za kogo ich mamy? A może to kolejny serial o hakerze jeden do jednego przeniesionym z meksykańskiej teen dramy “Control Z”? 

Moje pierwsze wrażenia skłaniały mnie ku bramce numer trzy. Zapowiedzi produkcji, choć znacznie bardziej mroczne, mimo wszystko nie wskazywały na nic demonicznego, co wymaga skorzystania z wody święconej, a kto inny miałby się zainteresować zwyczajnymi nastolatkami. Jak bardzo byłam  jednak w błędzie… “Red Rose” nie zabiera nas bowiem do świata elit, pokazując idealne życie bogatych dzieciaków, którym ktoś mógłby zagrażać. Zamiast tego nie tylko zarysowuje trudny wiek dorastania, ale i zmagania, które bynajmniej nie powinny ich dotyczyć, a jednak stanowią powód do wstydu czy zaburzeń poczucia własnej wartości. Nic dziwnego - w Bolton znają się wszyscy, a każdy sekret może z prędkością światła wylądować na językach całej społeczności.

Ant przyłapuje matkę na kupowaniu taniej wódki, Wren jest wytykana palcami za morderstwo, którego dopuścił się jej ojciec, a Roch naciąga kaptur na głowę coraz mocniej i mocniej, żeby tylko nikt jej nie poznał, gdy odbiera paczki z jedzeniem. W domu żadnego się nie przelewa. A jednak pewnego dnia ta ostatnia dostaje link do aplikacji z zapowiedzią jej nowego, lepszego życia, które zdecydowanie za bardzo będzie przypominać odcinek “Black Mirror”. Zacznij od selfie, mówi aplikacja, i natychmiast przetwarza jej zdjęcie ukazując ułamek swoich możliwości. “Upiększona” filtrami twarz rozświetlona złowrogim uśmiechem spoziera na nią z ekranu telefonu. 

Roch wcale się nie uśmiechnęła. 

Tam ktoś jest i czyha 

Cały problem polega na tym, że “ten odcinek” jest znacznie bliższy naszej rzeczywistości niż mogłoby się na pierwszy rzut oka wydawać. Chociaż “Red Rose” nijak przypomina TikToka czy to interfejsem, czy przeznaczeniem, to przemyca pewne niepokojące kwestie, które już teraz oddziałują na dzieci i młodzież. Pod płaszczem niewinnej aplikacji, która zaprasza do różanego ogrodu i nanosi “upiększające” filtry na awatar użytkownika, kryje się narzędzie do sterowania ludźmi naruszające ich prywatność. Rochelle dość szybko uświadamia sobie, że Red Rose widzi każdy jej ruch i słyszy każde jej słowo. Ingeruje w jej smsy i udostępnia za nią posty. Nagrywa nieproszona czy wykonuje inne operacje bez jej wyraźnej zgody. Ale czyżby właśnie bez jego zgody? 

Bo przyznajcie, ile razy zastanawialiście się, czy właśnie te uprawnienia, które dajecie aplikacjom w związku z dostępem do plików czy wykorzystaniem wbudowanej kamery nie sięgają znacznie dalej niż tylko do jej niezbędnych funkcji? Zakładam, że obecnie już nie za często. Może te kilka(naście) lat temu, gdy jeszcze dało się wykonać twardy reset telefonu poprzez wyjęcie jego baterii. Teraz również przyzwyczaiłam się, że skoro dzięki aplikacji mogę udostępniać zdjęcia czy wykonywać je za jej pośrednictwem, to po prostu muszę dać jej te standardowe uprawnienia. Standardowe, choć w nieodpowiednich rękach naruszające naszą prywatność dokładnie w ten sam sposób, co Red Rose. Standardowe, bo do tego jesteśmy przyzwyczajeni. 

Nie jest powiedziane wprost, czy uprawnienia aplikacji kończą się wraz z chwilą, gdy znikają z naszego ekranu. Red Rose działa w tle, w ukryciu, chowa się, gdy ktoś niepowołany patrzy. Bo doskonale wie, że patrzy. 

Duchy czy deep fake?

Twórcy serialu bynajmniej nie budują tej historii w oparciu o wizje z nieodległej przyszłości. “Red Rose” jest bardzo mocno ugruntowana w obecnych czasach - i jeśli chodzi o zachowania nastolatków, i działania aplikacji. 

Skrzętnie upatruje sobie tych, którzy mają coś wstydliwego do ukrycia i bierze to na zakładnika, ciągnąc postać w dół, coraz bardziej w bezdenną otchłań. Bohaterowie są na wskroś normalni i pogubieni stosownie do wieku. Ant ukrywa swoją orientację seksualną nawet przed przyjaciółmi, a uzależnienie matki jest powodem do wielkiego wstydu. Wren i Noah uczą się bliskości, choć sami nie wiedzą, gdzie zaprowadzi ich los. Czekają na wyniki egzaminów, które albo otworzą przed nimi drzwi do lepszej przyszłości, albo zaryglują je na dobre. Roch żyje w sferze marzeń usiłując w ten sposób uciec od życia, które nie jest dla niej łaskawe. Ojciec ledwo wiąże koniec z końcem po tym, jak jej mama odebrała sobie życie, a teraz to właśnie jej głos, za którym tak tęskni, wydobywa się z aplikacji, zachęcając do zwierzania się i budowania zaufania. 

Za sprawą technologii rozszerzonej rzeczywistości użytkownicy są w stanie - posiłkując się słowami samej aplikacji - odsłonić to, co ukryte. Doprowadza to do iście horrorowych scen, gdy przed naszymi oczami pojawia się postać bez twarzy nieobecna w realnym świecie. Ale twórcy idą dalej. Gdy do Rochelle zaczyna docierać, że jej mama nigdy nie rozmawiałaby z nią w ten sposób, decyduje się odprawić egzorcyzm z użyciem internetowego poradnika i wody święconej, który bynajmniej nie odstrasza tajemniczej postaci. Zdaje się ją przyciągać. Jest coraz bliżej i bliżej gotowa wyłonić się z ekranu i pochwycić przerażoną nastolatkę. - Taz, na pewno masz rację z tym “The Ring”? - chciałoby się zapytać. Za jakiś czas telewizor zaleje fala czerwieni, z której wyłoni się Rochelle, a jej rozdzierający krzyk rozlegnie się echem. - Ale jesteś pewny? - zapytajmy jeszcze raz. 

Zaczynamy się wówczas zastanawiać, czy to deep fake z klonowaniem obrazu i głosu, czy faktycznie “Red Rose” skręca w kierunku demonicznych sił wdzierajacych się do telefonu. Prawda jest jednak jeszcze bardziej niepokojąca. 

Idea, która nie umiera 

Chociaż serial “Red Rose” nie przeciera żadnych nowych szlaków ani w temacie young adult, ani zagrożeń czyhających w internecie, to ma kilka asów w rękawie. Przez cały serial utrzymywane jest uczucie niepokoju potęgowane przez to, co nam bliskie - z telefonu nagle rozlega się muzyka, światła w domu gasną, a temperatura gwałtownie spada. Wszystko, co jest podłączone do internetu, może stanowić zagrożenie. Dodatkowo twórcy bawią się formą m.in. zapuszczając chóralną wersję piosenki “Barbie Girl” sprawiając, że nigdy nie była aż tak przerażająca i bardzo zgrabnie budują świat oraz realnych bohaterów. 

Prawdziwy jest wstyd Anta, który zbliża się do matki jednej z ofiar aplikacji, żeby poczuć ciepło ogniska domowego. Namacalne jest to, jak gubi się Wren - jej matka próbuje ułożyć sobie życie na nowo, z dala od byłego męża, na którego życie dybie wielu. Bardzo mocno działa poza, którą przyjmuje Rochelle - twardzielki, która rozpada się na milion kawałków. Nie ma tym bardziej nic udawanego w tym, jak zachowuje się Noah. Z jednej strony jest niesamowicie mocno zaangażowany w relację z Wren i chce się o nią zatroszczyć, z drugiej uważa, że jest “tylko wystarczający”, co ciągnie go w dół.

Red Rose wie o tym wszystkim. Najpierw gromadzi dane, a później wykorzystuje powszechny dostęp do internetu, żeby wwiercić się w głowy swoich ofiar i zasiać w nich spustoszenie. Prowadzi je na sam kraniec granicy obłędu diametralnie zmieniając swój obraz z “miłej” aplikacji, która pyta jak się czujesz i czego pragniesz, by - gdy już ci to da - zmusić cię do wykonywania dla niej zadań. 

Możesz próbować ją usunąć, dostać się do jej kodu, odkryć prawdę, ale jej idea nigdy nie umrze. Na świecie zawsze będzie ktoś, kto będzie chciał przekroczyć granice - niezależnie od tego, czy Red Rose bazuje ściśle na technologii, czy zagląda w sfery spirytualne.

[foudrenoire88]

Okay so i've been watching the series "Red Rose" on Netflix. It's pretty good, the characters are a bit stupid tho but that's okay because they are actually really endearing. I can't really tell if the actors are acting good or not 'cause i'm watching it in french. The story is interesting and intriguing blah blah no one cares i know lmao

I just wanted to ask, and i'll probably make an update because i didn't watch the last episode so far, to all the people who is watching or has watched it : am i the fucking only one who ships Taz and Anthony ? (Hope it's their name in english too)

Please tell me i'm not the only one, please i feel so lonely 😭😭😭 (oh and before anyone say anything, i also like Taz/Ashley, they're so cute ngl)

[cephalosaur]

Sonic Unleashed x Turning Red & Knuckles

[elizabugz]

Little Red Riding Wolf - Jason Schneiderman / x / Black Iris - Leah Raeder / Gleinpir - Walton Ford / x / 940 Main Street - Erin Moran / Doctor Who s1e13 / Ghismomda With The Heart Of Guiscardo - Bernardino Mei / Friends Forever - Wayne McKenzie / The Beast - Frank Bidart

[madmaxified]

‼️descendants rise of red spoilers‼️

DO YOU THINK THAT THE REASON BRIDGET IS MAD AT ELLA AND HASNT SPOKEN TO HER IN YEARS WHEN THEYRE ADULTS IS BECAUSE WHEN THEY WERE AT THE DANCE ELLA LEFT BRIDGET ALONE TO GO DANCE WITH CHARMING AND THATS WHEN ULIANA PRANKED BRIDGET BECAUSE ELLA WASNT THERE TO PROTECT HER AND BRIDGET WAS ALONE AND AFRAID AND PROBABLY THOUGHT ELLA LEFT HER ON PURPOSE AND WAS IN ON THE PRANK AND BLAMED HER FOR WHAT HAPPENED AND THATS WHY ELLA DOESNT WANT TO TELL CHLOE ABOUT IT BECAUSE SHE FEELS GUILTY ABOUT IT

[doodlingwren]

Saint Seiya - Knights of the Zodiac ✨shitpost✨ based on this specific twitter thing

[the-modern-typewriter]

Peace, Love and...

The ropes were numerous, and painstakingly knotted to form an intricate spiderweb which stretched between two pillars on the left hand side of the room.

Cai hung in the web’s centre.

The golden thread wound around what felt like every inch of his body, pinning his arms and legs spread-eagled, curling firmly around his torso to hold him as secure and as thoroughly stuck as any good spider’s prey. His toes touched the floor only precariously to help hold him steady.

Every tug, every waver, every twitch of movement caused the small silver bells hooked to the web to chime softly.

The trick was to be as still, as quiet, as possible.

Nonetheless.

The bells chimed.

It had been less than five minutes.

Adam lounged on the sofa not far away, a whip dangling insouciantly from one hand, a book in the other. He was the picture of idle, entirely too lovely, cruelty – something that the Greek’s would have carved and marvelled at.

At the chime, his attention cut up, and his hand lashed out with wicked speed and wickeder precision.

Cai bit down hard on his lip, jolting on instinct at the hot sting of pain on his thigh. The bells chimed again.

Adam grinned, feral. His fingertips caressed the whip’s handle in a way that he had many times caressed the curve of Cai’s skin, his cheek, the bow of his lip. His gaze roamed over Cai like he was considering the next place to strike, in retaliation of that sound.  

“That’s not fair,” Cai gasped. “You have to let me adjust. Nobody holds still when they’re hit!”

“I’m sorry,” Adam replied, “at which point did I promise you fairness? Love, most certainly, war – of a sort, perhaps. But fairness?”

He landed another blow, a third, and then seemed to take pity.

“Fairness,” Adam settled back down, “was never especially on the agenda. Stillness is. You’re the one who wanted to work on being mindful, I am merely supporting you in your goals like a dutiful husband.”

“I suggested we try meditation!”

“My voice is music. I am your guide.”

Adam’s voice had turned dry at the words, and Cai just managed to catch himself before he snorted with laughter. Laughter really wouldn’t help his predicament. He watched the way that Adam’s fingers moved over the whip handle again, quite happily awaiting any opportunity, guessing at that laughter. His stare was fixed on Cai, intent, nowhere near as careless as his posture.

The urge to laugh faded out. He just as quickly wanted to shiver, with a pleased sort of anticipation. He knew that stare.

Cai swallowed. He stilled himself once more, and thought that Adam might have a point. Not about his voice being music, exactly, however partial Cai was to the cadences of his husband’s tone, but…  

“I think I have an idea,” Adam said, with a tone of relenting somewhat, or at least of shifting gears. “Hold still now.” He discarded the book and got up from his seat, crossing the room and returning with a blindfold. He placed it over Cai’s eyes, knotting it tight with deft movements. “There. No distractions.” Adam’s lips were hot, and very distracting, by his ear. “Say thank you.”

“Are you actually planning to top me into meditation?”

“Meditation is just subspace for vanilla people. Hush, that’s an order. Bratting does not equal mindfulness, it makes you too busy thinking how you can beat me. You can’t.”

Cai’s mouth snapped shut.  

Adam didn’t take that particular tone with him very often, but when he did…there really was something about that voice.

“Good,” Adam murmured. “Now…” he heard Adam’s footsteps move back to the sofa. “Listen.”

Cai had lost count of the number of times, of ways, that Adam had tied him up. Sometimes, it was because Cai wanted to feel restrained, other times because Adam wanted the feeling of having someone at his mercy. It was always because of the aesthetic, and, today, it was supposedly because of the calm.

Supposedly.

The act of being bound was calming, the act of being whipped was not. But wasn’t that Adam all over? He had a weakness for irony, the juxtaposition of contrasting elements, for the artistry of it all. It was one of the many things that Cai loved about him; he always managed to do the unexpected in some small way, even after all of their years together.

“Focus on the feeling of the rope,” Adam said, as steady as metronome, low and impossible to ignore. “On your breath, on holding still for me. That’s all I expect from you. Art is seen and not heard.”

Cai focused on the feeling of the rope, on his breath, on the effort it took to hold himself still. The muscles in his calves burned. It was, in its way, actually quite meditative.

The ropes today had been picked because they were silken; strong, but soft upon Cai’s skin. They were easy to focus on.

The point of the calming kind of meditation, at least from Cai’s reading, was to focus one’s body on specific sounds, or objects, or sensations, in order to cultivate a peaceful mind and an enhanced state of concentration. That was what he’d told Adam. Apparently, between his eye rolls, Adam had payed attention.

“You are not going anywhere,” Adam said. “You are safe, I’ve got you.”

There was simply the rope, the chimes, the whip. 

And, as always, there was him.

***

“Cai.”

Adam’s fingers were careful brushing his face, undoing the blindfold, letting the light of the world with all of its distractions seep back in.

“Cai.”

Cai opened his eyes, a little dazed, and certainly peaceful. He had lost track of time or at least stopped counting it. It had taken him a while to figure out how to hold still, to let go of the restless needs of the day and life, but once he was tied up there wasn’t really much a guy could do. Just like Adam said. Listening to his voice, his breath, it had been easy.

Adam stood in front of him, and Cai wasn’t entirely sure when he’d moved. His expression was one of a fond sort of amusement. “Are you still with me?” Adam asked. “Or have you found yogic bliss?”

Cai nodded.

“Oh, so yogic bliss?”

“You’re hilarious,” Cai said, without bite. “I’m with you. Always am.”

“Good,” Adam said, still watching him. A softer smile had crossed his lips. “You went very quiet. Very still.”

“Wasn’t that the point?”

“I didn’t expect it to be that effective - I was planning to torment you mercilessly. It would have been very cathartic.”

Cai simply gave a peaceful sort of hum and Adam laughed, quietly, shaking his head. He’d abandoned the whip, and his seeming initial plans, on the sofa. He reached up to check the ropes around Cai’s hands, going through the practiced motions of making sure Cai still had all the right circulation in his fingers.

“Are you ready to come down?” he asked.

Cai shook his head.

Adam laughed again.

“I suppose I could keep you up there like an exhibition piece.” He stroked his fingers down along Cai’s chest. “You’re rather calming to look at like this. Can’t get into any trouble.”

“I am the height of zen, I never get myself in trouble.”

“Uh-huh. I’m taking you down now. Come here.”

Soon enough, Cai’s feet were firmly planted on the floor once more, and Adam’s arm was wrapped firmly around his torso to hold him secure. The rest of the ropes fell away. Cai led him over to the sofa and they sprawled there for a while.

“So,” Cai said eventually. “If I suggest that we try couple’s yoga…?”

Adam’s fingers wound in his hair, tugging his head back to contort his spine, and kissed Cai’s cheek.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something much more fun.”

It was, to neither of their surprise, much more entertaining.

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

this trio is superior

[kehuyquan]

[anthurak]

Why I think Grimm!Summer is Going to Happen

So over the last few months I’ve seen a bit of discussion and theorizing on the prospect of Grimm!Summer actually being a red-herring for an even bigger reveal, such as Summer having actually joined Salem and is working with her entirely willingly. With what seems to be a decent chunk of this idea borne out of the idea that Ruby just straight up figuring out the Grimm!Summer twist in Volume 8 feeling like an ‘obvious’ setup for a fakeout.

The thing is (and this is rather ironic given that I was pushing the idea of Grimm!Summer being a red-herring pre-Volume 9), I think we’re not only getting Grimm-Hybrid Summer, but also that Ruby’s big ‘That’s what happened to Mom…’ theory in Volume 8 is actually basically LEGIT. And furthermore, that the writers have actually kind of ‘locked in’ Grimm!Summer to the point that doing some kind of fake-out would significantly undermine and even outright contradict some major plot points in Volume 8.

But to begin, let’s talk about “That’s what happened to Mom…”

The thing is, I totally get why some people might be suspicious of a fake-out here. After all, the main character essentially piecing together what is clearly a massive twist BEFORE the big reveal is something we very much DON’T normally see. This is basically Luke Skywalker walking out of the Dagobah cave in Episode V, sitting down next to Yoda with an absolutely HAUNTED look and straight up stating: “Vader is my father, isn’t he?”

But when has RWBY ever done things NORMAL with fantasy tropes? And Ruby in particular has always been a very ATYPICAL protagonist. So I’d say RWBY’s heroine piecing together a major reveal ahead of time would actually be rather appropriate.

Furthermore, I think what we see play out in this scene is actually very important to one of RWBY’s major overriding narratives: The counterpoint to the repeated use of Unreliable Narrators. With how much RWBY has made use of this trope, that naturally raises the question ‘How can we/the characters be sure of ANYTHING?’ And I think we’re seeing the answer here:

The characters have to piece the answers together themselves.

Ruby finding out that her mother was taken by Salem and turned into a horrific grimm hybrid monstrosity is very much NOT a case of the Unreliable Narrator. Nobody TOLD Ruby this information, she simply figured it out herself.

First, Ruby learned from Tyrian back in Volume 4 that Salem specifically wants her alive.

Then in Volume 6, Ruby learned from Maria that Salem used to simply have Silver Eyed Warriors hunted down and killed. Meaning that something must have changed between Maria’s time and now.

Then in Volume 7, Ruby learned that her mother apparently MET Salem on that fateful final mission of hers.

Finally in Volume 8, Ruby sees this horrifying, monstrous Grimm Hybrid that Salem has created… with a Silver Eyed Warrior inside it.

And with that, the pieces fall into place:

As Ruby herself puts it: “Salem used to kill people with Silver Eyes, like Maria. But she’s always wanted ME alive. But why would that change unless… When she met Mom, she learned she could do something new.”

This isn’t even the first time the show has done something like this. Back in Volume 6, Maria’s and Ruby’s theory that the Silver Eyes originate from or are otherwise connected to the God of Light is NOT something they are ‘told’ but rather something they infer based on observations made during Jinn’s vision.

Given how much RWBY has made use of Unreliable Narrators, I think it’s actually only natural that the information our heroines come across and piece together themselves would be the far more legit answers.

Obviously it might not be the whole story, but it is at least the START of it.

Next let’s talk about Grimm!Summer herself and why I think Summer turning out to have joined and is serving Salem entirely willingly… doesn’t really WORK with everything that’s been set up so far.

The thing is, the big Hound reveal in Volume 8 essentially ‘locks-in’ Summer being the ‘Patient Zero’ of Salem’s whole Grimm Hybrid project. Again, as Ruby herself laid out; Salem used to kill people with Silver Eyes. But now she seems to want them, like Ruby, alive. And it turns out she actually met Summer Rose in the meantime. And now Salem is making horrific Grimm Hybrids using Silver Eyes Warriors. Ergo, meeting Summer is when Salem ‘learned she could do something new’.

So if Grimm!Summer turns out to be a red-herring… then WHERE did the Hybrids come from? Are we supposed to find out that ‘Oh, it wasn’t actually Summer, but rather thanks to some OTHER Silver Eyed Warrior who also just so happened to fight Salem that she learned she could start making Grimm Hybrids’?

Because I don’t think I need to explain why that would be an EXTREMELY UNSATISFYING as a twist. In the ‘red-herring that exists ONLY to be a red-herring’ kind of way.

And with Grimm!Summer as the starting point of Salem’s Hybrids essentially locked-in, I think that kills any possibility that Summer has joined and is working with Salem willingly. After all, I think it’s hard to imagine Summer working with/for Salem fully willingly if she’s also spent years as effectively the Patient Zero for Salem’s twisted hybrid experiments. As I’ve stated elsewhere, I think Summer’s mental state at this point is that she’s ‘willingly’ working for Salem, but only because she’s been so psychologically BROKEN by everything she’s been put through.

Finally, there’s this idea that Ruby ‘figuring out the twist’ in Volume 8 somehow ‘kills the reveal’ of Summer being a Grimm Hybrid. To which I not only VEHEMENTLY disagree with, but I also think it actually MASSIVELY ratchets up the tension surrounding Summer’s fate going forward.

Thanks to essentially figuring the reveal out early, now Ruby has to LIVE with this knowledge. Now this fact of Summer not only being alive, but likely some terrible grimm monstrosity can LOOM over Ruby, Yang, Weiss and Blake, as well as Qrow, Raven, Tai and others who were close to Summer once RWBY fills them in. Going forward, this knowledge will be sitting ominously in the back of Ruby’s mind. I mean it’s pretty clear that this was one of the things weighing HEAVILY on Ruby during Volume 9.

And it gives the appearance of more Grimm Hybrid further down the line an ominous, haunting inevitability for Ruby and her family. Because now she KNOWS that one of these monstrosities isn’t just a silver-eyed warrior like her, but her MOTHER.

It’s basically Alfred Hitchcock’s ‘bomb under the table’ theorem applied to long-form storytelling.

All in all, I do think there’s certainly a lot of really interesting ideas to Summer joining Salem willingly. I just think they don’t line up with where the story seems to be going.

[likesaly]

Context the gardener was mentioned alot prior episodes but never made a physical appearance but the Dickheads (that's the name of the main cast in this) keep getting threatened by them and their whole gang via the red rose app and this flashback w the creator of red rose and the gardener is rlly smth /lh

See if 1beat has taught us anything it's dont talk to suspicious gardeners /lh /j

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JayRose Date at the Shooting Range

Rose and Jason stood close together, aiming a rifle at a target at the shooting range.

Jason: So, let’s get your stance right.

As Jason positioned himself behind Rose to help her prepare for her first shot, he noticed something unusual.

Jason: You’ve shot guns before, right? Wouldn’t this be—

Rose (interrupting): Nope, nope. I never learned how to shoot a rifle like this. It could seriously injure me if I mess up. But this is the perfect opportunity to learn.

Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

Jason (suspiciously): Aren’t you into deadlifting? I feel like shooting this shouldn't be an issue for you.

Rose playfully rubbed his arm, her expression softening.

Rose (with a coy tone): Mm, I love the compliment, and it’s true, but… Come on, just help me out this once. I need your strong arms to guide me. Afterwards, we can get dinner. It’ll be a perfect training date. Your body is strong too, teacher.

Jason refocused, trying to concentrate. He knew he had to maintain his composure around Rose, especially in a shooting range with him being experienced with guns.

Jason (flustered): Right… Where were we?

Rose: You were getting closer for recoil, just in case I slip up.

Jason leaned in, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he whispered in her ear.

Jason: Aim straight, keep your feet planted, take a deep breath, and shoot.

Rose grinned, her excitement palpable as she squeezed the trigger. The bullet hit the target perfectly, and she felt a little pushback, but Jason kept one arm around her waist to steady her, secretly enjoying the intimacy of being this close to her.

Jason (voice low, close to Rose's ear): Nice.

Rose (with a sultry smile): Want me to do it again?

Jason leaned even closer, his lips grazing her neck with warm breath.

Jason (low whisper): Yes.

Rose smiled, relishing the sensuality of the moment and Jason's participation in their little game. She took another shot, and the air crackled with energy—not just from the gunfire but from the electric tension radiating between them in the confined space of the range. Rose sighed contentedly, resting her head against Jason's chest. She bit her lip softly, her expression speaking volumes. Jason leaned in and kissed her gently, making a smile bloom on her lips from the allure he exuded. This was her chance to take him for herself.

Jason (pulling away, breathless): Keep going.

Rose licked her lips softly before taking a deep breath and squeezing the trigger once more, with Jason staying close by her side.

Rose (in her head): God, I want him.

Jason (in his head): God, I want her.

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Three Hours Later - In Rose's Apartment

It didn’t take long after the ‘training’ at the gun range before Jason and Rose were pulling each other’s clothes off in Rose’s apartment. They were too distracted by their closeness to even consider food. They rested in bed, sweaty, naked, and thoroughly satisfied. The roughness shared with someone else who had an insane, hectic life helped them both release a lot of pent-up stress and aggression. Rose kissed Jason quickly before settling back against the bed.

Jason (pausing to breathe): That was… wow. I forgot how amazing that could be.

Rose tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.

Rose: Mm, yeah, I haven’t felt this satisfied in a while.

Jason: Same… By the way, were you lying to me about not knowing how to shoot a rifle?

Rose giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rose: Pretty much. Did you believe me at first?

Jason chuckled, a contented sigh escaping him.

Rose (with a sly smile): Mm, I'll take that as a yes. To be fair, I hadn’t shot one in ages and needed some practice. You make a great instructor.

Rose leaned over and kissed Jason again gently. He ran his fingers through her hair, wanting her to stay close to him.

Rose (resting her hand on his chest): A shooting range was oddly the perfect date for us.

Jason (laughing softly): Mm-hm. Led to us coming back here.

Rose smiled and rolled onto her left side, sighing contentedly. Jason shifted closer, wrapping his arm around her hips and drawing her nearer to his body.

Rose: I've been waiting three weeks—

Her words were cut off as Jason kissed her, their lips moving in a natural rhythm as their breaths synced. Both felt the heat radiating from their bodies, deepening their connection. Dating hadn’t always been easy for either of them, but with each other, it felt different.

Jason pulled away to catch his breath, his expression earnest.

Jason: I… God, I want you way more than I thought I would.

Rose moaned softly, staring into Jason’s eyes as her hands tangled in his hair.

Rose: I feel the same. You’ve given me a lot of reasons why I want you.

Jason: So… what does that make us? I usually mess up relationships, but I don’t want to do that anymore, especially with you. That sounded too sappy, didn’t it?

Rose pressed her body against Jason, running her fingers through his hair. He chuckled, then kissed her neck softly.

Rose: Hey, sappy or not, I wouldn’t mind calling you my boyfriend.

Jason's expression turned worried as he pondered the implications.

Jason: But what if—

Rose (reassuringly): Let’s not focus on the future. We like each other now. You’re way too worried about past relationships and breakups, but I’m not kicking you out, am I?

Jason considered this, finally shaking his head.

Jason: No…

Rose: Then that means I want to keep this going. It’s not like we’re attending a pottery class, right?

Jason chuckled softly, appreciating her humor.

Jason: Very true. Okay, you’ve convinced me, we’re dating.

Rose smiled sweetly, her eyes shining with joy.

Rose: I like that.

Rose rubbed Jason’s bare chest with her fingertips, then kissed his neck, leaving him momentarily speechless—his smile wide.

Noticing she wasn't shifting away from him, he craved to keep this closeness for the night.

Jason (curious): Would tonight count as our first real date?

Rose: We’ve gone on twenty missions together, but I count Mission 7 as our first date. I was ready to rip your clothes off after Mission 10 when we fought those goons at the harbor. Your body was so—

Jason silenced her with a passionate kiss, making Rose nibble on his lip playfully.

Jason (breathing heavily): Don’t stop biting my lip.

Rose: As long as you keep going tonight, I’ll do whatever you want. Just—

Rose moaned, her eyes closing as Jason kissed her cheek softly, then nibbled on her ear.

Rose: Don’t… stop.

Jason (flirtatiously): I’ve got a special trick for you.

Rose: You’ve pleased me this far—go ahead.

Jason chuckled, rolling Rose onto her back before softly kissing her neck, then her chest, before disappearing under the covers. Rose wasn’t expecting him to do that, gripping the railing of her bed tightly in surprise.

Rose (in her head): Finally.

Rose (breathing deeply, blissfully): Jason… Yes… Yes.

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Roses are red

Orions are green