𝕊ℙ𝔸ℂ𝔼 / ℙ𝕀𝕃𝕆𝕋.

it’s not about jedi, or the best pilots in the galaxy winning against impossible odds. it’s not about saving the galaxy. it’s about saving your galaxy, the one within your reach.

[genrls]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑.‌

@genrls

           She knew who he was. After all, he was one of the more well known people within the resistance. Not to mention his little call to their ship a year before didn’t help when he had a message for the General. However, perhaps he didn’t know who she was. At least not yet. Though, even if he did–she wouldn’t be surprised. Amara smirked, watching him from the distance before slowly walking towards one of the ships. Despite their shape and the symbols on them, they sure were fine. Gently, she pressed a hand on it. ❝  Beautiful. ❞ The blonde spoke up, glancing his way. ❝ Does she have a name? ❞

          NO  MATTER  HOW  ACCOMMODATING  the  residents  have  been,  he  knows  that  he  doesn’t  belong  here,  not  permanently.  not  being  able  to  fly  further  dampens  his  spirits,  given  the  fact  that  it’s  become  ingrained  into  him,  something  so  innate  that  losing  it  has  taken  a  toll  on  him  (  among  other  things  ).  despite  their  relative  uselessness  at  the  moment,  poe  has  made  sure  to  emphasize  the  importance  of  keeping  all  of  their  ships   well - maintained,  and  it  seems  like  he  got  his  point  across  quite  well.  

          as  the  girl  approaches  the  ship,  hand  smoothing  over  the  surface,  he’s  relatively  unalarmed,  but  still  alert.  then,  a  casual  question  receives  a  casual  answer.  ❛    this  one?  ❜   he  asks,  eyebrows  raised  as  he  looks  it  over.  ❛   not  sure,  she’s  not  mine.  ❜    hands  on  his  hips,   one  of  them  moves  to  smooth  over  his  curls,  watching  the  girl  curiously.  ❛  you  fly? ❜    

[genrls]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍‌.

THERE’S A LOT THAT FINN DOESN’T talk about, only choosing to bring up his past, the life in the first order, when necessary or helpful to the resistance. he doesn’t like bringing up the time before the current, because he only truly feels like himself now, and he owes it all to one rebel pilot that he just couldn’t see hurt. he knew that he never signed up to become a stormtrooper, that it was never his choice. he knows he was taken from his real home, a home and a family he can’t remember and turned into a lackey, but he doesn’t like to think about it, and though there are no secrets between he and poe, there are things he can’t say.

if he’s honest about it, finn knows that he’d likely be fine if faced with any of his former allies and bosses turned enemies; he can hold his own and he knows who he is, who he was meant to be. he could easily stand up for himself against them, he’s done it before, but he still isn’t too thrilled with the idea of them returning. he doesn’t want to imagine what they’re planning. “ not yet but, it’s only a matter of time before someone shows up. i just hope it isn’t looking for a fight. ” the war hadn’t been over long, they’d had hardly any time to celebrate their victories, and yet they were verging another war that finn knew they would have to be prepared for.

          THERE’S  OPTIONS ,  there  always  is.  the  difference  now  is  that  the  decisions  to  be  made  are  largely  in  his  hands,  a  shared  burden  that  he’s  only  just  becoming  accustomed  to.  he’s  learned  a  lot  of  lessons  before  getting  here,  some  consequences  much  more  grave  than  others  (  every  life  lost  weighs  down  on  him  ),  and  now  he’s  more  careful  than  ever.  still,  though,  being  troubled  by  all  that  could  happen  is  only  natural  when  they’re  in  a  state  like  this.  

          for  that  reason,  finn’s  response  brings  about  more  concern,  but  it’s  nothing  that  he  hasn’t  thought  of  himself.  they  both  have  a  lot  of  enemies,  ones  that  were  keen  on  striking  them  down  before  death,  and  others  with  the  same  goal  who  never  met  their  deserved  fate.  poe  is  well  aware  of  the  fact  that  now,  both  categories  pose  a  threat  to  them  and  their  friends.  ❛   only  a  matter  of  time,  ❜   he  repeats,  emphasizing  his  words,  this  time  with  a  much  more  pessimistic  tone.  it’s  supposed  to  be  playful,  but  before  he  has  the  chance  to  possibly  be  taken  seriously,  poe  goes  on,  looking  towards  the  landscape  that  surrounds  them.  ❛    we  should  probably  head  back,  huh?  someone’s  gotta  be  looking  for  us. ❜

[genrls]

𝐎𝐁𝐈-𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐁𝐈‌.

*   CLOSED  STARTER  FOR  :    @genrls   ! 

𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆.     days  have  passed  since  his  sudden  appearance  in  naboo ,  and  searching  for  answers  was  a  challenge .   hours  were  spent  speaking  to  locals ,  venturing  to  numerous  locations ,  yet  nothing  seemed  to  connect .    letting  out  a  sigh  of  frustration ,  obi - wan  orders  a  drink ,  one  strong  enough  to  ease  the  ache  building  in  his  temples .    once  he’s  handed  the  glass ,  he  smiles  at  the  bartender ,  before  turning  to  the  person  sitting  by .    ❛❛    to  mysteries  that  will  forever  be  left  unsolved ,    ❜❜    the  jedi  chuckles ,  holding  up  the  illuminated  glass  before  him .    ❛❛   i’m  starting  to  believe  i’m  the  only  one  who  finds  this  all  unsettling .    i  can’t  be  the  only  one ,  right ?     ❜❜

          IT’S  DIFFICULT  NOT  TO  BE  on  edge,  given  the  circumstances,  particularly  concerning  the  small  bits  of  information  they’ve  managed  to  gather.  some  good,  some  bad  ——   he’s  focused  on  that  which  is  pressing,  though,  while  silently  hoping  for  less  blood,  or  none  at  all,  if  they  can  avoid  it.  (  balancing  realism  and  that  sense  of  hope  that  he  was  taught  to  hold  onto  is  a  harder  task  than  expected,  but  this  is  nothing  new  for  poe  dameron.  )  

          half - finished  glass  sitting  before  him,  he’s  become  distracted  by  a  conversation  being  had  a  few  seats  away,  muffled  but  just  audible  enough  for  him  to  make  out  a  few  words  here  and  there.  a  voice  beside  him  removes  him  from  said  task,  though,  head  moving  to  face  the  other  direction.  a  stranger,  but  poe’s  polite,  glass  held  high  as  he  finishes  the  last  bit  of  his  drink.  the  remark  evokes  an  airy  laugh,  followed  by  a  deep  exhale.  ❛   i’m  right  there  with  you,  bud.  ❜    a  pause,  eyes  surveying  the  other,  and  then  he  sits  up  a  little  straighter.  ❛   where  are  you  from ?  ❜   

[genrls]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍·.

WHEN FIGHTING THE FIRST ORDER, THE FIRST TIME AROUND, finn had kept the resistances messages close to home. hold on to hope, hold on to the light that will never go out no matter the losses, and the resistance had faced a lot of them in the time finn had been with them, but it was admirable how everyone remained brave in the face of imminent danger and death, it was inspiring, and finn had found himself fitting in with them because of that. he was one to remain hopeful, but another war was something he wasn’t certain he, or many other resistance fighters, could handle.

he stayed true to himself though; hopeful and optimistic. he did it for poe, for the resistance fighters who were tired and wanted to go home and be with their loved ones. the war had been won, and yet they were dragged back into another. his co-general was thinking it over in a more realist way, but they balanced one another out, given finns’ tendency to stay on the bright side of situations. like two sides of a coin, perfectly balanced. there were things he wanted to say, things he had been prepared to, but they’d have to wait now, until another war was won. “yeah. if we won last time, against all odds, we’ll be more than fine now.” he offered a smile. “i’ve been better. i’m not too thrilled about old enemies showing their faces.” the old allies turned enemies, the ones who wanted him dead for betraying them. “but i’ll be alright.”

          IN  TRUTH,  he  will  never  fully  understand  finn’s  struggles,  what  he  endured  up  until  he  came  face  to  face  with  the  imprisoned  pilot,  how  it  could  affect  him  now  that  all  of  that  is  sitting  right  beside  them,  figuratively  and  literally.  poe  thinks  about  it  from  time  to  time,  wondering  how  it  must  feel  for  him,  when  it  seems  like   almost  everything  they  worked  for  was  for  nothing.  that  about  captures  poe  dameron’s  entire  nature,  always  concerned  for  those  he  holds  close,  even  in  situations  like  these   (  and  that’s  part  of  his  downfall,  in  a  way,  fueling  the  recklessness  he’s  been  known  for  since  his  new  republic  days  ).   

          he  nods  again,  only  showing  half  of  the  comfort  that  finn’s  words  bring,  leaving  the  issue  at  that  ——   as  he  often  does  when  he  decides  to  keep  things  surface  level,  a  struggle  of  his  that’s  only  heightened  since  what  was  supposed  to  be  the  end  of  the  war.  ❛   ‘course.  i  figured. ❜   many  things  go  unsaid,  but  the  concern  is  bared  for  him  to  see,  something  poe  can’t  bring  himself  to  hide.  he  tries  not  to  ask  for  what   finn  may  not  be  ready  to  say   ;   patience  is  something  he’s  learning  when  it  comes  to  a  lot  of  things  associated  with  finn.  so,  he  keeps  it  light,  shying  away from  further  talk  of  everything  he  wonders  silently. ❛    you  come  across  any  of  them  yet? ❜  

[genrls]

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑‌.

               𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄  are  just  as  (  if  not  more  )  important  as  bonds  created  from  the  blood  that  courses  through  one’s  veins  ——  something  luke  finds  evidence of  each  passing  day  as  hope  embeds  itself  in  souls  across  the  galaxy .  artoo’s  been  family  since  before  he  even  thought  to  consider  wonders  outside  of  tatooine ,  a  droid  loved  by  his  father  evermore  till  his  fall ,  as  well  as  the  cataclysm  (  alongside  threepio  )  towards  setting  him  on  the  journey  to  discover  his  identity .  thus ,  artoo’s  family  becomes  his  family ,  a  wholehearted  smile  growing  across  his  lips  at  the  happy  noises  from  said  droid  once  they  come  across  bb-8  on  their  path  to  nowhere .

               following  a  similar  trajectory ,  poe  would  also  fit  somewhere  in  the  fold  of  it  all ,  with  the  gentle  reminders  of  his  mother  in  his  features ,  and  a  whisper  of  memories  from  their  encounters  in  the  other’s  childhood .  ❛   i  think  artoo’s  lonely  when  threepio  and  i  aren’t  around  ——  i  should  be  offering  my  thanks  for  keeping  him  company ,  really .  ❜   he  crosses  his  arms  to  rest  against  his  chest  as  he  watches  the  scene ,  before  turning  towards  the  other  man  himself ,  letting  the  smile  grow  into  a  full  fledged  grin  drowning  in  warmth .  ❛   been  a  while ,  kid ,  heard  you  made  general  ?  my  sister  must  be  proud  ——  i  know  i  am .  ❜   

          HE’S  HAD  HIS  SHARE  OF  FAILURES ,  ugly  ones  that  teeter  their  way  through  depths  of  an  already  bustling  mind  (  now  more  than  ever  ),  reminders  that  he  is  not  invincible  ——   that  he’s  only  a  man  with  a  heart  that  takes  the  lead.  maybe  that’s  all  that  should  matter,  that  cruel  intentions  never  line  his  actions  without  good  reason.  as  such,  the  perception  his  loved  ones  have  of  him  matter  deeply,  perhaps  too  much,  but  that’s  where  that  heart  of  his  is  at  fault  again ——   heavy,  heavy,  heavy.  now  imagine  what  the  opinion  of  LUKE  SKYWALKER  can  do  to  a  heart  like  that  ;  it’s  all  but  surreal.  his  gaze  softens,  even  more  than  it  would  when  the  little  boy  sought comfort  from  the  jedi  master  and  ace  pilot  (  which  takes  priority  for  poe  dameron  ), this  time  with  more  fondness  than  before,  as  though  this  is  the  last  page  of  a  book  filled  with  grief  and  loss.  (  perhaps  it  could  have  been  the  conclusion,  if  fate  didn’t  have  more  in  store  for  them ——   this  is  the  beginning  of  the  climax  at  best.  ) 

          luke  is  a  reminder  of  those  who  fought  before  him,  of  his  mother  (  one  of  the  last  remaining  connections  he  has  to  her,  so  near  and  dear  to  his  heart  ),  of  leia,  and  all  of  their  efforts  made  far  before  poe’s  own.  ❛   thank  you. ❜    lips  form  a  tender  smile,  like  student  to  mentor,  family  to  family.   ❛   it  means  a  lot.  i’ll  try  not  to  disappoint  you. ❜   although  it’s  meant  to  be  a  light - hearted  remark,  there’s  echoes  of  failure,  always  so  disruptive. ❛    and  thank  you  for  what  you  did  out  there,  on  crait.  without  you... we’d  all  be  long  gone. ❜   maybe  one  day,  he’ll  be  half  the  hero  he  is,  he  thinks  to  himself.   ❛    really.  you  pretty  much  saved  the  entire  galaxy ——   again. ❜    a  nod,  half  amused,  acknowledging  luke’s  triumphs,  as  anyone  in  his  position  would  (  and  in  his  mind,  should  ).  

[sinjrathvelus]

Black Squadron in Star Wars: Poe Dameron (2016-2018)

[genrls]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍.

FINN’S GLAD FOR THE COMPANY THAT POE PROVIDES, truthfully he would probably have driven himself crazy by now if he had been left alone with his running thoughts, and he was certain that poe would be the same. which is why the pair of generals confided in one another, why finn was so glad that poe had asked him to help lead. he had full faith in poe dameron of all people to be the leader that the resistance deserved, but he was grateful that poe trusted him enough to take some of the weight.

“ yeah, wait. we just have fight another potential war first.“  but they had won the last one, even when the chances looked completely against them, it could happen again. though what were the chances of that ? finn had made it out of the war with the two people closest to him by his side, he couldn’t lose them now. “ yeah. and at least we’ve got each other.. all of us. whatever comes at us we can face it. ”

         LUCK  AND  HOPE,  that’s  what  he’s  learned  to  hold  onto ——     luck  in  particular  is  central  to  almost  everything  he  does.  this  time  around,  though,  he’s  hoping  that  it  won’t  be  as  necessary,  given  how  flimsy and unreliable  it  can  be  (  and  has  been  ;  the  resistance  has  had  its  fair  share  of  failures  since  its  formation. )  he  tries  not  to  think  about  what  kind  of  hardships  will  inevitably  come  of  this  war,  how  much  he  could  lose ——   who he could lose.  (  it’s  no  coincidence  that  his  gaze  lingers  a  little  longer  on  finn  when  these  thoughts  do  come  to  mind.  ) 

          finn’s  optimism  is  reassuring,  more  so  because  it’s  coming  from  him ——   poe  values  his  words  above  all  else,  values  him  more  than  he  thinks  he  lets  on.  (  thinks  being  the  key  word. )  he  nods,  lips  pressed  together  in  a  tight - lipped  smile  before  he  pats  finn’s  back  twice,  briefly  reverting  his  attention  to  bb-8.  ❛   potential  war  is  putting  it  lightly,  ❜   he  replies  with  a  light  scoff,  running  a  hand  through  his  hair.  ❛   at  least  we’ve  almost  got  ourselves  an  army  of  undead  jedi.  that’s  a  hell  of  a  lot  better  than  last  time.  ❜   a  brief  pause  follows,  broken  by  words  of  concern,  casual  yet  gentle.  ❛  what about you? how’re you holding up?  ❜  

[genrls]

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍.

FINN FINALLY FELT AT HOME, FINALLY FELT LIKE HE BELONGED somewhere. did he feel at peace, calm? not yet, but he hadn’t exactly been given the chance to learn what that felt that, before he and his co-general, along with the rest of the galaxy, were faced with yet another problem, and a big one at that. it was a tough situation, and it didn’t take a genius to know that it was one bound to stress a person out, and finn had become pretty good at reading people, or at least, reading poe. he was grateful that he was able to take on some of the responsibilities poe now faced with being general, grateful that his friend had trusted him enough to lead alongside him. he didn’t want to think about how stressful this would have been to deal with alone.

it’s not an ideal situation at all, the dead from both sides of the war rising once more, and yet finn finds solitude in walking through lake country with poe, as if there were nothing wrong at all. he doesn’t want to think about the first order coming back, about snoke, or worse, palpatine rising again and making it their mission to take out the resistance this time, he doesn’t allow himself to, because it’s more stress that he doesn’t need to be taking on, and yet it lingers even when he tries to ignore it. “yeah. i thought we’d at least get to experience was peace in our galaxy felt like for a while before something came to take it away.” eyes carefully watch the other, as he found them doing so often. “you alright?”

         HE  CONFIDES  IN  FINN  FROM  TIME  TO  TIME ,   though  it  always  come  in  the  form  of  a  half - hearted  quip,  sometimes  morbid,  sometimes  not.  of  course  he  has  his  concerns,  more  than  one  person  should  ever  have,  but  he  takes  what  he’d  call  a  proactive  approach.  for  that  reason,  he  finds  himself  chuckling  at  finn’s  question,  a  shrug  following  soon  after.  another  thing  that  comes  easily :  meeting  finn’s  gaze.  (  and  that’s  another  concern  entirely ...  if  one  could  even  call  it  that.  there’s  a  negative  connotation  that  could  come  with  labeling  it  as  such,  and  he  believes  it  to  be  the  furthest  thing  from  that.  )  

           ❛   looks  like  we’ll  have  to  wait  a  little  while  longer  for  that,  general.  ❜   he  smiles,  (  another  light  jest,  who  is  surprised?  ),  clicking  his  tongue  at  him  before  looking  towards  their  surroundings.  a  shrug  follows,  and  then  a  deep  breath.   ❛    you  mean  other  than  being  stuck  on  the  same  planet  with  enemies  who  could  wipe  us  all  out  in  seconds?  golden. ❜   but  then  he  looks  over  at  finn  again,  and  something  in  him   shifts,  softens,  as  it  always  does.  ❛   it’s  nice  here,  though.  naboo’s  a  real  nice  place,  i’ll  give  it  that.  guess  there’s  worse  places  to  be  stuck.  ❜

[sail-not-drift]

The LANCELOT of the Revolution

[genrls]

          POE  DAMERON  DOES  NOT  STOP .   he  hasn’t  given  himself  much  time  to  evaluate  anything  beyond  their  cause  and  the  state  of  his  friends  (  many  of  who  he’d  consider  family  ),  always  too  busy  caring  for  others  to  even  consider  his  own  well - being,  even  when  it’s  dangerously  in  need  of  it.  he  was  getting  there,  back  when  it  seemed  like  all  of  this  had  finally  reached  its  conclusion,  years  of  fighting  drawn  to  an  end.  like  clockwork,  though,  comes  another  problem,  arguably  worse  than  the  one  they  faced  before,  if  the  worst  case  scenario  occurs.  (  and  he’s  already  thinking  of  all  of  the  possibilities,  just  as  he’s  been  conditioned  to.  )

          it’s  hard  to  read  through  him,  poe  likes  to  think ⁠ —⁠—   it’s   part  of  being  an  able  leader,  which  is  what  he  hopes  he  is,  or  hopes  he  has  become  in  the  short  time  that  he’s  had  this  role.  sharing  it  is  much  easier  than  taking  on  the  burden  alone,  and  not  a  day  goes  by  in  which  he  regrets  asking  finn  to  join  him.  he  trusts  him  with  their  cause,  with  the  members  of  the  resistance,  and  with  his  own  life.  with  that  comes  a  sense  of  vulnerability,  though,  one  that  he’s  not  used  to  displaying.  as  the  two  of  them  are  walking  through  lake  country  together,  bb-8  just  a  few  steps  in  front  of  them,  he  dares  open  up  just  a  little,  though  his  tone  attempts  to  have  his  worries  come  across as  light - hearted,  not  meant  to  be  taken  seriously.   ❛    you  know ——   ❜    he  rubs  at  his  the  inner  corners  of  his  eyes  with  his  pointer  finger  and  thumb,  just  coming  out  of  being  lost  in  thought.  ❛   i  kind  of  thought  we’d  get  a  little  bit  of  a  breather  before  hell  broke  loose  again. ❜

@rcbelscvm​.

[genrls]

          REBELLION  IS  IN  HIS  BLOOD ,   a  vital  part  of  a  broken  childhood.  (  he  often  wonders  if  she’d  be  proud  of  what  he  became  ;  is  he  good  enough  ?  )  war  heroes  mean  more  to  him  than  words  can  string  together,  even  ones  he  has  fond  memories  with.  luke  skywalker  is,  above  all,  a  hero  ——   one  he’s  looked  up  to  ever  since  he  can  remember,  and  the  spirit  of  that  small  boy  shines  through  in  the  way  that  poe  looks  over  him,  unbelieving,  nervous,  even.  their  droids  have  brought  them  together,  poe  just  a  few  steps  behind  bb-8  until  he  comes  to  a  halt.  ❛   c’mon,  buddy.  now’s  not  the  time  for  a  playdate.  we’ve  got  stuff  to  do. ❜   

          an  otherwise  casual  demeanor  tenses  now  that  he’s  right  in  front  of  luke,  as  it  does  in  the  presence  of  someone  much  higher,  noble.  poe  smiles,  gaze  softening  and  eyes  sparkling  with  the  same  wonder  that  they  would  when  he’d  see  luke  in  his  childhood.  he  opens  with  an  explanation,  as  though  he’s  afraid  he’s  being  a  bother.  he  holds  himself  together  quite  well,  given  how  much  he  idolizes  luke  skywalker.  ❛   these  two,  uh . . .  got  to  know  each  other  pretty  well  at  the  old  base.  ❜ 

@valorvus​.

[usersukuna]

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back (1980) | Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017)

[vakariaan]

[genrls]

hi  everyone,  my  name  is  key  (  stan  shinee  )  and  i’m  here  to  bring  you  poe  dameron,  the  galaxy’s  sweetheart.  i’ll  have  some  things  under  the  cut  that  go  into  his  backstory  a  little  more  for  those  who  are  curious  about  him.  i  also  addressed  his  tlj  characterization  and  the  spice  runner  plot  from  tros  because  that  was  a  big  pile  of  sh*t.  anyway,  i’m  excited  to  write  with  you  all  !

poe’s parents are badass and outsold every other parent in existence 

his dad was an accomplished sergeant and his mom was a pilot (regarded as one of the best in the galaxy) during the war, his father fought alongside han while his mother worked with leia on naboo and also got to know luke (he was the one who helped her decide to retire and settle down to raise poe and that is very soft i think)

luke gave his mom a tree fragment before she and his dad retired, they planted it on yavin 4 so poe grew up w/ the tree and was familiar with the force since he was a kid

poe’s earliest memory was getting to play with the controls of his mother’s a-wing on their home planet, he loves his mom SO much

his mom died when he was six, so it was just he and his dad on their ranch on yavin 4 from then on

followed in his mother’s footsteps and was a pilot in the new republic starfleet, climbed in the ranks as kings do, was highly esteemed--- eventually defected to the resistance because he wanted to save the galaxy like a good boy

leader of black squadron, the best squadron in the resistance 

so i am hcing that he WAS a spice runner, but he was actually on a secret mission for the resistance because it’s the only thing that actually makes sense and i refuse to believe otherwise lmao jj come beat my ass for it 

so yeah, briefly a spice runner but he was undercover and eventually left to go back to the resistance after the mission was over

his ooc characterization from tlj is due to the trauma he suffered in tfa because again, it’s the only viable explanation for the way he acted, rian come beat my ass for it

he’s now addressing that trauma and working through it both with the help of friends and professionals, but that’ll be put on pause now that hell is breaking loose again because poe doesn’t know what self care is during times like these :/

his priority right now is maintaining peace and making sure that everyone is prepared for the worst c’monnnn general dameron 

 very much under pressure, but most of it is his own, very afraid of what’s to come but he’s putting on a brave face for his family aka the resistance 

he’s trying his best and we should thank him for it 

he has bb-8 with him at all times! he’s actually a therapy droid that was given to him when he was a kid, so post-war he’s useful for that again and also he’s not going to part ways with his son ever 

[itsblackleader]

he’s the best pilot in the resistance.

[ohtinylove]

when you’re gay and bad at math

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