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Every time I read the tag “Baby TURN DOWN FOR WHAT Poe” I reflexively start giggling.
I mean. You know the character. A dude like that was not a laid-back, sweet child.
He was a loved child, for sure. He was certainly raised Right. And we’ve got the expanded canon stuff to show us that his parents were Super Rad.
But there’s no way he was born mannerly. That boy was a goddamn nightmare and a miracle and a blessing and a fucking brat.
I have a lot of feels about Baby Poe. I bet you he was precocious, sure, and talked early and sang and charmed the fuck out of everyone, was unbearably adorable and bright and clever and precocious.
But I’m sure he was also excruciatingly sensitive as a tiny thing, fussy and needy and in constant need of attention and reassurance and contact. He probably slept badly and needed elaborate bedtime rituals that didn’t always work, had night terrors and wet the bed and screamed for no reason and wouldn’t fucking go back to sleep.
He was probably physically precocious, and climbed things he shouldn’t, broke things to see how they worked, destroyed shit just to destroy it, couldn’t be left unattended for a goddamn second, got into goddamn everything, broke shit and ran away and screamed and screamed and screamed and God forbid, if you yelled at him, cried for hours. Couldn’t take a gentle correction, was so fucking sensitive, everything was the end of the fucking world. Couldn’t use the blue cup, the red was his favorite, too bad if it was in the wash, could not be chill, screaming, end of the world every fucking day over goddamn nothing.
Poe Dameron was never, ever ever chill. He discovered chill sometime after puberty, and now wears it like he’s always had it, but he never had a bare second of chill in his entire fucking life before that. (He is not as chill as he pretends to be. It is a disguise. He is the least chill person ever.)
He was a fucking nightmare of a baby/toddler/child, and yet.
And yet.
He was so bright. He was so quick. He was so loving. He understood things beyond his years, made connections he shouldn’t have been able to. He was funny, from before he could even really talk he had a sense of humor, knew how to charm anybody. And he loved, so much. He was a giant screaming bundle of exposed nerves and love.
He was like any kid. He was maddening, and he was obnoxious, and he was specifically designed to make everyone crazy.
And he was perfect.
Every time I read the tag “Baby TURN DOWN FOR WHAT Poe” I reflexively start giggling.
I mean. You know the character. A dude like that was not a laid-back, sweet child.
He was a loved child, for sure. He was certainly raised Right. And we’ve got the expanded canon stuff to show us that his parents were Super Rad.
But there’s no way he was born mannerly. That boy was a goddamn nightmare and a miracle and a blessing and a fucking brat.
I have a lot of feels about Baby Poe. I bet you he was precocious, sure, and talked early and sang and charmed the fuck out of everyone, was unbearably adorable and bright and clever and precocious.
But I’m sure he was also excruciatingly sensitive as a tiny thing, fussy and needy and in constant need of attention and reassurance and contact. He probably slept badly and needed elaborate bedtime rituals that didn’t always work, had night terrors and wet the bed and screamed for no reason and wouldn’t fucking go back to sleep.
He was probably physically precocious, and climbed things he shouldn’t, broke things to see how they worked, destroyed shit just to destroy it, couldn’t be left unattended for a goddamn second, got into goddamn everything, broke shit and ran away and screamed and screamed and screamed and God forbid, if you yelled at him, cried for hours. Couldn’t take a gentle correction, was so fucking sensitive, everything was the end of the fucking world. Couldn’t use the blue cup, the red was his favorite, too bad if it was in the wash, could not be chill, screaming, end of the world every fucking day over goddamn nothing.
Poe Dameron was never, ever ever chill. He discovered chill sometime after puberty, and now wears it like he’s always had it, but he never had a bare second of chill in his entire fucking life before that. (He is not as chill as he pretends to be. It is a disguise. He is the least chill person ever.)
He was a fucking nightmare of a baby/toddler/child, and yet.
And yet.
He was so bright. He was so quick. He was so loving. He understood things beyond his years, made connections he shouldn’t have been able to. He was funny, from before he could even really talk he had a sense of humor, knew how to charm anybody. And he loved, so much. He was a giant screaming bundle of exposed nerves and love.
He was like any kid. He was maddening, and he was obnoxious, and he was specifically designed to make everyone crazy.
And he was perfect.
