WE CAN DO THIS!

PROBABLY!

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Pilot Talk

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Knowing it was a joke didn’t make it any clearer to Rey. She frowned as she turned in her seat to face him, wondering why this conversation looked so serious.

“Okay, but it doesn’t make any sense. What’s so funny about wanting to see herself in your flight suit? She’s got one of her own,” she pointed out. “Yours wouldn’t even fit.”

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Poe took a deep breath, pacing himself. This was why he didn’t have any kids – barring, you know, the whole “fighting to save the galaxy” thing. 

“It’s like a sex thing,” he said, figuring plain honesty would probably gain a lot more traction with Rey. “Getting in someone’s pants, or flight suit – whatever article of clothing you want, that’s what it means.”

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“That still doesn’t make sense,” Rey maintained. At least she didn’t have to ask what sex was. How to go about it, maybe, but she had no reason to learn that right now.

“Why is that a sex thing? It’s tailored to you. There’s definitely not room in there for two people.”

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"That's a good question, Rey," Poe had to admit, hanging his arms off the edge of the table in a thoughtful sprawl. "Why's anything a thing? They don't have innuendo out in Jakku?"

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“Don’t–”

Well. Poe had tried to warn him. All he could do now was hiss through his teeth and wrap an arm around Finn to help him get situated. He was sure he had something cold to press on that burgeoning bruise in the transport.

Which was exactly where they needed to get to, like, ten minutes ago.

“Theeeere you go,” he said, as he eased Finn on to the edge of the bed. “No attack, nothing to worry about, just trust me. You can walk okay?”

He offered a hand anyway.

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      ❝ Sorry, ❞ Finn apologized as he looked at Poe with worried eyes; he would’ve rubbed at the pilot’s forehead, too, but as it was he used his hands to help the other help him sit up. He bobbed his head in thanks, stretching out his back gingerly before looking back at Poe in confusion. No attack but something urgent. He didn’t understand what was going on, but…

      ❝ I trust you with my life, Poe. ❞ It was said with such blunt sincerity it was a wonder Finn wasn’t embarrassed by the declaration—though honestly, there was nothing to be embarrassed of in his mind. Admitting that his walking skills were not up to par…now that was a different story. He was just glad Poe offered his hand, as Finn took it and managed to suppress a groan as he got to his feet. ❝ Lead the way, Commander, ❞ he joked lightly, curiously about what this was all about.

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"Hey... Me too, buddy." Probably both of them should have been embarrassed by a lot of things, this lingering gaze they shared included, but Poe wasn't about to suppress the sparkle in his eye at Finn's admission for something as petty as shame. A grin crept slowly across his face as Finn took his hand.

"That's why I'm getting you out of this bacta funk. Breathing this in all day can't be good for you." Walking also probably was not good for him, but Poe couldn't imagine wanting to do things like rest and recuperate. He compensated by ducking under Finn's arm, transforming himself into a workable enough crutch. "How are you feeling? Should we bring painkillers?"

[bhucewayne]

Bleep bloop! Yes BB-8, I see that door is closing! Bleep bloop!! Yes BB-8, I know that we won’t fit!

Poe & BB8 in Poe Dameron #1

[curiouswildi]

I live for Oscar’s “i’m so done with this” pouting lips…

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I'm never going to shut up about this comic

I’m so happy that Poe has two modes: Maximum Snark, and Telling The Squad How Attractive They Are.

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Karé

Just

Karé

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Heroic and inspiring.

[leoholzer]

[oscarisaacappreciationsociety]

“Cuddling adorable Lupita - who’s seeking a little fatherly advice (as Oscar kindly provides bunny ears) #PhotoBomberPoe” - Mark Hamill

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My Ride’s Here

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“All right, Poe.” Johanne snorted softly as she tucked her dark gray helmet underneath her arm. It was a gift from one of her best friends on base after she resigned from the Senate Guard; it was custom-made and a rather technologically advanced piece of armor that she wore during smuggle runs and the occasional mercenary job. 

She shook her head at the offer and jabbed a thumb over her shoulder to her ship that was docked behind her. “No need, I live in the old girl anyway. Plus, I need to let my crew know that you’ll be comin’ with us.” With the other coming along, she was going to have to leave behind her usual droid partner to make some room in her airspeeder. “You’re… welcome ta take a look inside the Courier, if you’d like.” 

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“Would I,” Poe replied with a grin. He wouldn’t wait for her to lead the way; Poe was more of a do first, ask permission later kind of guy. Besides, he’d been invited. “’Old girl,’” he repeated as he stepped up to the ship, “don’t listen to her, baby -- what she means is you’re classic.”

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Pilot Talk

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Knowing it was a joke didn’t make it any clearer to Rey. She frowned as she turned in her seat to face him, wondering why this conversation looked so serious.

“Okay, but it doesn’t make any sense. What’s so funny about wanting to see herself in your flight suit? She’s got one of her own,” she pointed out. “Yours wouldn’t even fit.”

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Poe took a deep breath, pacing himself. This was why he didn’t have any kids – barring, you know, the whole “fighting to save the galaxy” thing. 

“It’s like a sex thing,” he said, figuring plain honesty would probably gain a lot more traction with Rey. “Getting in someone’s pants, or flight suit – whatever article of clothing you want, that’s what it means.”

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➡ @chasiingfreedom ❤’d for a starter //

In the early light of dawn, all was still inside the medbay but for the soft breathing of the wounded. Dr. Kalonia was noticeably absent, likely still asleep in her quarters, substituted by the soft hum of vigilant droids patroling from patient to patient.

It all felt very forbidden, very trespass-y. Which was funny, because when Poe had heard the news that Finn was finally awake and well on his way to a complete and happy recovery, Poe had been ordered to wait until morning to go and see him. This certainly wasn’t what they had meant, Poe knew, but by now, all of D'Qar really had no reason not to know to be specific when it came to him. Loopholes and technicalities were his vessels and the fringe was his sky.

“Finn,” Poe whispered, hunkering down over his cot. “Come on, wake up, buddy, we kinda’ got a time limit here.”

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      One would think that after weeks of being asleep, Finn would have had his fill of it. But there he was, slumbering dreamlessly, though it being the crack of dawn also helped set the napping mood. The still peace was interrupted, though, and as if he was running on auto-pilot—which he was, he had be trained to snap at attention at a moment’s notice, even in the dead of night—Finn startled awake and tried to sit up.

      Tried was the keyword. Not only had his back cried out in protest at the jarring motion, but his head collided with something halfway up, and the former stormtrooper slumped back down on his cot, lifting a hand to rub at his recently injured forehead. Groaning, Finn opened his eyes, squinting to see whom or what had roused him from sleep. As he recognized the features, a bright smile took over his face, and he reached out to grab onto the person’s sleeve.

      ❝ Poe, ❞ Finn whispered back, half because people around them were still asleep, half because his throat still felt dry. He had been so disappointed when he had woken up yesterday with neither of the only two people he really knew outside of the Order there with him, but seeing the pilot now made up for everything. His grin faded, though, as he processed the rest of what Poe had said, and he struggled to get up again. ❝ Why is there a time limit? What happened? Are we being attacked? ❞

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"Don't--"

Well. Poe had tried to warn him. All he could do now was hiss through his teeth and wrap an arm around Finn to help him get situated. He was sure he had something cold to press on that burgeoning bruise in the transport.

Which was exactly where they needed to get to, like, ten minutes ago.

"Theeeere you go," he said, as he eased Finn on to the edge of the bed. "No attack, nothing to worry about, just trust me. You can walk okay?"

He offered a hand anyway.

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My Ride’s Here

[altrxisme]

To say that Johanne was speechless would be an understatement. Sure, she’s seen her fair share of recklessness over the years and witnessed the results of it, but it didn’t matter as much then. Those people had vied to make it to the top of the criminal underworld. Poe was volunteering to go snatch up First Order weapons with her for the Resistance. There was a clear difference in motives right there.

Damn her sharp tongue, if only that kriffing tech knew how to at least word his questions better… 

“… At least give me a day or so of rest, Commander. I just came back from a run after all.” She pushed back a few locks of hair over her eyes and huffed. The pilot was said to be rather persistent, so telling him ‘no’ didn’t seem to be much of an option. “And we’re takin’ my ship, as I usually do.”

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“Poe is fine.” If they were going to be slithering their way into the belly of the beast, the least Poe could do was work it down to a single syllable between them. He flipped on his datapad, eyes scanning the information available on the screen, gesturing to make changes where he needed them.

“You can bunk up in the sky quarters,” he offered, tapping a prompt, finally lifting his eyes to regard her again. “If anything I’ve heard about you is true, you’ll want to be closer to your ship, and the air there’s a little less crusty socks and more week-old grease. How’s that sound?”

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Glancing down at the console before her, she allowed a slight laugh to escape her lips “I’d love to believe you but knowing your reputation of being the best damn pilot in the resistance, it’s hard to see you ever allowing me to steer this vessel but thank you for the consideration!” She glanced over to him, doing her part with the initiation sequence – they didn’t even have to say a word about it, Rey could handle almost any vessel she was placed in. “Oh and stealing the Falcon from Jakku was no smooth ride, I can handle anything this one throws my way so don’t you worry about me.”

She sat back as they took off, preparing for any lightspeed jump they would need to take. “Yeah, sounds like a plan to me – I love being on the base and being around all of you but a change of surroundings would be good. And I am never going to say no to actual food – I’ve spent way too long eating rations, so you’ll have to excuse me if I get extremely excited and decide to try everything they have to offer!” Rey chuckled, she wouldn’t really do that but there was a slight chance of excitement on her part. 

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The transporter lifted into atmosphere and Poe gave her a look, one that was replete with a beaming grin.

“I heard about that,” he said. “Stealing the Millennium Falcon; I’m not even sure I’d trust that thing to get me into the sky, let alone get chased off a planet in it. You must really be something.” And that was no small praise -- as she’d said, he knew what being a good pilot was all about. “Prepare to get rewarded for your hard work with a full belly.”

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“Of course I want the truth, I always want the truth” she couldn’t help but notice how much he seemed to be enjoying this. It was exciting her more now that she was with him, the nerves subsiding as he lowered the ramp for his ship. “So you want me to co-pilot us out of this atmosphere just so you can tell me a few truths about everything – if I didn’t know your reputation, I’d be a little concerned but I am a good pilot. At least I think I am but co-pilot is perfectly fine with me.”

She followed him on board and took her seat in the co-pilots harness, her heart racing more as she prepared for the journey. “Where exactly are we going or don’t I get to know that much? It’s all really hush hush and I’m not going to pretend I’m not a little excited about it.”

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“Maybe I’ll let you steer this baby back home,” Poe said as he hopped into his seat and went to work on the harness. “Handles like a stubborn bantha, though, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

The initiation sequence to warm the downward repulsors was a quick and easy process, and Poe figured that he didn’t need to give Rey more than a nod of his head to let on that it was time to hit her part of the instrumentation. 

“There’s a little moon in this system that’s been watering our troops for some time now,” he explained as the engines kicked on with a muted scream. “I figured we could get some grub and you could pick my brain however long you like. Sound like a plan?”

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Rules Update / A Serious Message (For Once)

I updated my rules, but I feel like it bears repeating here. I’d also like to stress that none of you guys need to endure this either. Not IRL from your boyfriends or girlfriends or whateverfriends, not from your family, and certainly not from people you speak to online. Here is my one hugebig hard limit:

The second you equate ‘you don’t play with/talk to me = I’m going to kill myself,’ you’re out of my life. I’m huge on communication, but this is one issue where you are gone without a word from my end. I don’t care if you tag it or think it’s innocuous. I do not owe anyone an explanation on why this is, but please check out these resources if you feel like you are suffering and have nothing to live for. (If you truly don’t feel this way and are saying it just to get attention, you obviously need help anyway, and should try to find someone to speak to who is certified to help.)

To clarify, I’m all about talking to you if you have a bad day. I’m here for everyone. If you’re feeling blue, I’d love to write you cheery letters or talk to you on Skype in a soothing voice. Or anything you need! But your happiness and self-satisfaction should not be contingent upon how much free time I have and what I do for you, and you should not use the threat of death to manipulate people into doing things for or with you.

And don’t apologize. Get help, get better, and get off Tumblr ffs. No one ever thrives in an echo chamber and that is what Tumblr tends to be. I’m not going to think better of you for admitting you’re wrong or sending me an apology. I’m going to think wow, this person doesn’t give a fuck about my boundaries. 

If anyone has better resources to link to or some kind of resource to help people who are victimized by this type of behavior often, my Asks/Messages are open to everyone. And please, let me stress that there is a very distinctive line between coming to someone for help and emotionally manipulating them. If you need further clarification or want to talk on this topic, hit me up, even if it’s anon.

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Pilot Talk

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“Well they weren’t bothering me,” Rey assured as she looked back at him. He’d seemed concerned and she wasn’t sure why.

“What did Jessika mean?” she inquired. “Why would there be a mirror in your bandolier? Isn’t that sort of impractical?”

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Poe whistled lowly. He gave her a little pat, nudged a chair forward with his toe, and sat down with his chest against the backrest, wrapping his arms around it.

He knew that he was settling in for a long talk.

“It’s a joke,” he said, feeling out how much of it she would get once she learned the context. “A tired old one, but I think it was hilarious once about two million standard years ago.”