Poe Dameron making me feel some kinda way
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Poe Dameron making me feel some kinda way
#that’s exactly how the force works
Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.
“We can do this! Probably!”
Poe Dameron #1
ok but am I the only one who’s incredibly reminded of mockinjay when watching the teaser???????
BB-8 in Poe Dameron #1 (2016)
mickeymilkovish:
TEXT MEMES (SOME NSFW).
[text]: did you enjoy the pics? ;)
[text]: send me pictures
[text]: where are you? why aren’t you back yet?
[text]: I SWEAR TO GOD I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU
[text]: i dont know if this is what i want anymore
[wrong number text]: (muse name) has gone out for the night, i’m all alone ;)
[wrong number text]: i just don’t know if i love them anymore
[wrong number text]: can we forget about last night? don’t tell (muse name) please!
[wrong number text]: i fucked her/him aha ;-) told (muse name) it was just a drunk kiss tho
[text]: i love you so fucking much
[text]: i hate you
[drunk text]: UR SUCH A BITCH I H9 U
[text]: i cannot stop thinking about you
[text]: i need you. now.
[text]: please respond. im so worried about you
[text]: last night was so GOOD
[text]: what are you wearing? ;)
[text]: is he bigger than me?
[text]: did you sleep with her ?!
[text]: you’re just a slut
[drunk text]: yOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL !!>!
[drunk text]: dont tell (muse name) but theY ARE so hot
[drunk text]: im iss youu
[text]: bed or floor? ;-)
[text]: not to be desperate or anything but im currently home alone and on the verge of jerking myself off to pictures of you. would be better if it was the real you though !
[text]: i want you naked.
[text]: are you going to the party on saturday?
[text]: i want to show you how much i love you
[text]: do you hate me?
[text]: i’m so sorry
[text]: WAS THAT A SEXT
[text]: family dinner tomorrow night, and i’m prolly gonna finger you under the table..
[text]: I just bought new underwear for the sole purpose of you taking it off
[text]: netflix and chill?
[drunk text]: lveae me alone for 29 minutes !!! jeezss
[text]: damn you looked so good today. kinda wanted to bend you over that table you were leaning on lol
[text]: where are you i have something you need to fix (its a boner)
[text]: wtf is the notebook even about?? “if you’re a bird then i’m a bird” ? they’re both humans
- carrie fisher, 2016
❝ Hey, Dameron! ❞
The female called as she walked through the hangar to the easily spot black X-Wing. She held a small metal box in hand, knuckles almost white form clinging to it. Not even ten minutes ago Harli had landed at the base and was unloading everything when she found the small piece that Poe Dameron had asked to. It took her so long to find- and she nearly got killed doing it- that she felt the need to hand deliver it. Walking up to the familiar pilot, the female had it out.
❝ The compact power convertor you requested. ❞
@dameroniisms
Rough, skilled hands were covered in machine oil. There was a streak of said oil across his cheek where he had scratched himself while trying to come up with a solution for his problem. His X-Wing had been acting up lately but he didn’t have the part to fix it. Such a little piece and yet it was so hard to come by. His head shot up when he heard a familiar voice call his name. Perfect timing. Poe’s face lit up with a wide grin when he turned around to see just whom he’d expected: his friend Harli with the desired convertor in her hands. He took it from her hands and admired it like a newborn baby.
❝ Pax! My saviour in need, thank you so much! What do I owe you? ❞
Carefully, steadily, Finn moved closer. He knew the stranger was watching him, waiting for any sudden movements or warning signs. When the stranger spoke, Finn realized exactly how foolish he had been. Yes, the whispers spoke to him, but he had not known their origin nor their purpose. Who better to ask than Lord Elrond?
“It seems I was destined to meet you in this clearing.” Finn mused with a smile, baring his sharp teeth. “For I am in need of a guide to that very place. It appears I have business with Lord Elrond as well.” He had been so focused on the journey that he had not stopped to wonder why he was being sent - hopefully the Lord of Rivendell would be able to interpret the wind’s motives.
Suspicion was prominent on his features, though Dúnedain possessed a sense of interpreting danger that came close to that of the Eldar. And yet in this very moment, he did not feel threatened. There was no sign the other wished to lure him into a trap and attack and frankly, Poe didn’t want to attack him either.
“A guide?” he repeated, brows raised. Surely he was not on his way to the wise Lord Elrond for the same reasons as he was. The sharp teeth of the stranger did not go unnoticed. This was no human but no elf either. Could it be...? “Our path will be a long and hard one, stranger. But if you are willing to take this upon you then you are free to come with me.”
Bitter Sentence Starters
“You made me this way.”
“You think I wanted this?!”
“This is all his/her/their fault.”
“I’m not the bad guy.”
“Don’t make me the bad guy here.”
“I’m wasn’t the only one who did it.”
“They framed me and everyone believed. Even you.”
“The things you made me do… I can never forgive you.”
“ I’ll never forgive what you did to me.”
“I only did what I had to!”
“I had to do it to survive.”
“I knew you wouldn’t understand.”
“I needed help and you ignored me.”
“You were there, but all you did was watch.”
“I wasn’t the one who turned their back.”
“You just took in everything they said.”
“You believed every little lie they fed you.”
“You promised to be there for me, but you never were.”
“I needed someone more than ever, and everyone just walked away.”
another finnpoe morning setting what :0
I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic. It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.
i am tired of this sadness. (via thedestrcyer)
NEW THEME AW YE
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
His legs gave up just after he stepped out of the ship at the base of the rebels. Poe felt like he had finally gotten a taste of flying sickness, as if he’d taken one too many spins with his ship because his head was spinning and he had to hold onto Sam not to fall. He’d gotten shot and fell only to hit his head on a rock. Worst day ever. An ECHO of his trademark humor was shining in his eyes when he looked at her, blood running down the side of his head. “Those laser guns really are nasty,” he told her, trying to sound like he was joking. Sarcasm had always been his coping mechanism but with the black dots dancing in his vision and the PAIN in his leg, it was difficult to keep it up. “You, um, got any bandages or something?”
( @promisingagent &&. hurt meme )
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“No, hey, listen to me!” His voice was demanding as he grabbed his friend by the shoulders. “You are breathing. You’re actually breathing a little too much, buddy. It’s gonna be okay. The medics should be here soon, just HOLD ON, okay?” Worry clearly showed in the pilot’s eyes when he looked down at the other. “Try and breathe with me. Slooowly. Inhale,” ( he inhaled ) “and exhale.” He slowly let the air out of his lungs, eyes ever fixed on Finn to make sure he was following him.
( @bigdeal-2187 &&. hurt meme )