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Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron in Star Wars: The Last Jedi (2017)

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Godfrey Gao  according to tumblr tags [insp]

Tags credits in captions.

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I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies.

Eric Shaw (via wordsnquotes)

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Stand up, warrior; you are not yet finished. Beaten you may be, but broken? Angels have fallen from greater heights and survived, so why shouldn’t you? Never mind what you are made of; you are more than this flesh that binds you. There is nothing you have to fear that should not fear you a thousand times more. Your heart is a galaxy, and your soul is lined in stars. You are something extraordinary, my dear.

so do extraordinary things | m.a.w — commission for @bearholdingashark​ of finding courage (via dvoyd)

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Godfrey Gao 高以翔 |  Men’s UNO (HK) October 2016

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If they stand behind you, give them protection.

If they stand beside you, give them respect.

If they stand if front of you, watch their back. And if they stand against you, show them no mercy.

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@exitiumparit

Concept: wine instead of tears though

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‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’ TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME

HURT MEME. // @gotcompany

Poe’s bent over, face close, begging attention. Vying for it from the seductive lure of liquid blackness aswirl in his eyes. Sleep, it says. Rest. It would be nicer, he thinks, to just shut his gaze away from the world and give in to the pull.

He thinks: Poe’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Long lashed, bright skinned, a surreal depth to those deep sable eyes. Maybe he’s always been too shy to examine him openly like this, but right now, those features are thrown in sharp relief — and it’s all he can do to take them all in.

There’s a tap at his cheek. He doesn’t remember closing his eyes, but suddenly Poe’s drawn even closer, expression etched with thinly veiled relief ( Muran thought he’d been dreaming that small, anguished sound ).

“It’s okay.” Words come soft and rumpled like sun warm sheets; when had his tongue gotten heavy as this? “You’ll be fine.” But him? He won’t make any speculations there — feels the fatigue too deep in his bones, the way his strength bleeds away into the dust. ( He’s still too practical to make promises, especially those he likely can’t keep. ) But Poe? He knows this — Poe will be fine. He burned with a brightness that blinded closed eyes, a supernova cutting through the stars.

“—— You’ll be fine.” And as long as he was, Muran would be too.

( He closes his eyes. )

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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illuminosity:

my favorite trope is the ‘we HAVE to kiss in order to keep our cover and that’s when we realize we actually have feelings for each other welp’ trope and i’ll love it every time

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good night, sleep tight, don’t let the government steal your basic rights

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whenever i come online

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                    THE REBELLION IS REBORN, TODAY. 

        ( credit. ind. prv. sel. not spoiler-free, semi-divergent. personals do not reblog ! )