#commader

[folansstuff]

The combo of being woken up at 4am by my housemates cat for the 100000th time and a edh banliat was not how I wanted to start my day

The banlist is mostly bad aside from Nadu, if you want to ban fast mana you can't not ban sol ring, idc how "iconic" it is

If you're upset that games are going too quickly perhaps use your ability to speak to wotc abt it. Or incentivize people to rule 0 it out, its your solution for everything else anyway.

[commad]

METAMORPHOSIS

[jake-g-lockley]

Did You Mean It? (Poe Dameron x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3 k

A/N: Short lil thing I wrote spontaneously out of a lil thought, Poe my beloved <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your eyes are trained intensely onto the monitor before you, your hands pressing down on the earmuffs of your coms. His face was illuminated by a big blast as a victorious smile bloomed. A joyous laugh rang through your ears, turning your stomach into an unstable rollercoaster.

“YOU SAW THAT Y/N?!” he yelled. “YOU OWE ME DRINKS!”

Commander Poe Dameron never failed to make your heart skip its way straight to oblivion. From the first second you met him, his aura drew you to him and his character made you stay. Every single day with him was like a new adventure and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Your admiration for him turned into love before you could stop yourself from falling into the abyss that was your feelings. You repressed everything, worried that if you had let anything slip out it would ruin you. He is your commander, your squadron leader, your best friend. You are his flight lieutenant, a pilot to him, a soldier of the rebellion.

The pain of wanting to maintain everything to be strictly professional and platonic was absolutely unbearable. People would shoot you with knowing looks when Poe would casually wrap his arm around your shoulder, bring you a plate of food or even joke with you. You reciprocated everything, casually of course, until people stopped batting their eyes at the both of you.

Internally, you couldn’t get enough of him. His laughter was your drug, his smile your light, his warm embrace your oxygen. You needed him to thrive, to stay alive. You tried going on dates with random people you knew, you tried meditating the feelings away and you even tried avoiding him but in the end, you would always still want to run your hands in his stupid crown of curls.

You switch to a private channel and roll your eyes at the pretty commander. “Maker, I’m never gonna hear the end of this aren’t I?”

“This is why you never make bets with the best, my girl.” he retorted cheekily.

My girl.

Ignoring the blatant thudding in your chest from his casual cuteness, you replied, “Ugh, could the next bet be something that I’m good at for a change? Let’s bet on the fact that you’ll clean your room if you lose, Commander Stinky.”

The Mess of Poe Dameron’s Quarters was a tale known amongst many at base. It all started when BB-8 blew a fuse and Poe had insisted he would fix him all on his own. It only took three explosions and two fires for him to finally let you come over and fix the poor droid.

“Deal. Mainly because we all know I’m good at everything. Get your cleaning supplies ready Y/N, you’ll need to clean my X-Wing too!”

“HEY! THE X-WING WASN’T PART OF THE DEAL!” you yell into the coms.

“Fine. Just the room. Then maybe you’ll start visiting me there more often?” Poe wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the camera.

Your face burned at the thought but you brushed it off as quickly as the speed that the statement left Poe’s mouth.

“Maturity is unfortunately not your strongest suit, Commander.” you said grimly.

“So I have been told. Landing in a bit, see you then for the debrief?” he winked, flashing you his beautiful smile.

“Copy that, see you at base. Love you.” you say hazily, smiling at him.

You froze as your mind blanked out and your dopey smile dropped. Your brain replayed what you said over and over again like a broken record and you sank far into your seat.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Your brain literally couldn’t believe how badly your tongue betrayed you. Your hands started to shake and you felt cold sweat beading on your forehead. Your breath started coming and going in short puffs as you tried to gather your bearings.

Scrambling back up, you pull the mic close to your face.

“Commander?” you say shakily.

No answer.

“P-poe?” you whisper.

Poe had already shut his coms off and you heard cheers erupting as you presumed his arrival at base.

He might not have heard you right?

You straightened your uniform and slowly made your way to the main meeting room where Poe Dameron marched in from the other side, in all his piloting glory. You froze again in shock as you caught the emotionless expression he wore. You averted your eyes from him as he took his place beside you.

You could only hear the blood roaring thunderously in your ears as Poe headed the debrief. You wanted nothing more than to run to your room and hide under your covers. Once you saw people moving around, you realized that everyone has been dismissed. You were going to attempt to make a beeline for the exit once everyone was gone but a strong hand powerfully gripped your wrist and pulled you back.

You found yourself crashing right back into Poe. His free hand steadied you and adjusted you so that you were standing in the middle of his two feet.

“Didn’t say I was done with you.” he whispered. “What did you say right before I cut off coms, Y/N?”

You were shaking, your mind raced to the worst of conclusions and you realized that today might be the day you lose your friendship with Poe Dameron.

The hand at your snaked up your arm and cupped your jaw, tipping your face so that you were facing him. His eyes softened as he gazed into yours, your heart melting at the sight of the lovely brown orbs.

“What did you say?” He repeated, a little louder this time and your heart skipped a beat.

“Commander, it was a slip of the tongue, just an accident.” you pleaded, trying not to let your heavy breathing get the best of you.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“I said, did you mean what you said over coms?”

Fuck it.

Yet again, your tongue betrayed your brain as fast as lightning, terrorizing your mind.

“Yea.” you whisper.

“Oh Maker…” Poe sighed.

He leaned into you and pressed his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering close as you felt yourself slowly going into cardiac arrest.

“Say it again. Say what you said over coms again. Please?” He whispered.

“I love you.” you whisper back, in a trance.

“Again.” Poe said, let out a shaky breath.

“I love you.” you swayed with him as he caressed your cheek.

“One last time. Please.” he was the one pleading now, his voice desperate as he pulled away to look at you.

“I love you. I love you. I love-”

Poe cuts you off with a breathtaking kiss. If he wasn’t holding on to you, you would be best friends with the floor. You melt into his touch, binding yourself with him as your thoughts struggle to comprehend what was happening. He kissed you like you were water and he was a man lost on Tatooine.

“I. Love. You. Too.” he breathed out the second his lips left yours.

Your face erupted into a symphony of emotions and you wrapped your arms around Poe’s neck, hugging him close.

“I could sit here and give you a billion reasons why I do but I’d bore you to death. What do you think happened to poor BB?” Poe sheepishly said into your shoulder.

“WAIT! BB fused that chip because you were talking about ME?” you gasped, appalled.

“Yea.”

“You’re a menace, Dameron.”

“I’m your menace.” He said pulling back to look at you again.

Nothing mattered then. Your Poe was now yours and you had everything you wanted. Except-

“This isn’t a coup for me to clean your room right?” you checked.

“Huh, should've thought of that.” Poe says thoughtfully, earning himself a punch. “Okay! You win this round, I’ll get the cleaning supplies.”

“That’s more like it, Dameron.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tagging: @ahookedheroespureheart @mintpurplemnm @delightful-kiwi @p0edameronswife @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @cherryesskisses @einno-arko

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

[sergeantgoggles]

Prompt: Cuddle Ship: Fox/Fives Rated: G .

Fox doesn’t cuddle, especially with overly cocky, bratty ARC Troopers with obnoxiously charming smiles. 

“They let you get away with this in the five hundred and first?” He sneers as his face is pressed into Fives’s bare chest, and he admits that maybe it’s kind of nice to feel this sort of intimate contact outside of needy, desperate sex. 

“And more,” Fives chuckles as he cards his fingers through the guard’s hair, slick with sweat from previous activities. 

“Disgusting,” Fox replies with a soft sigh, and decides maybe it’s not so bad to cuddle after all. 

[drafthorsemath]

Incorrect Clone Quotes (featuring things I've said to my horse)

Jesse: Nice boots

Echo: If I fall into the turtle pond please call for help

Rex: Oh God I'm so tired

Kix: This better be laziness and not a new injury

Tup: Put me down gently, please

Fives: This big boy likes being petted

Dogma: I'm gonna hide behind you so I don't have to talk to people

Hardcase: This is why I wanted to ride you

Fox: We're getting more gray every day

Wolffe: (sighing loudly) Why are people here all the time wanting things from me

Gregor: (finding a bag of Stud Muffins) Ooooh everybody loves these. I'd even eat one.

[antigonenikk]

imagine posting shit to this site that is so vile, so truly heinous in its content matter that it shocks game of thrones fans. im not vague posting im talking about that shit one of u posted the other day that was nazi roleplay porn. u know who u are. dont come to chicago bitch or im gonna beat your ass.

[miseries-mistress]

BAD BATCH S2 SPOILERS

seeing crosshair and cody work together gives us insight on how he worked with and interacted with the bad batch during the clone wars and that just makes me sad

[hopesworld-96]

shoutout to stoic men in their late 20s /J

uh shitpost because i know im not gonna have time to make anything serious cause of homework lmfao

happy birthday to one of my fav sibling duos ever 💥

[starlightrows]

I just realized that this Wednesday is February 21st… I’m so nervous I could throw up. Is it because my director is coming for a site visit and I find him intimidating? No, not at all. He is but a man.

No, I’m nervous because the final season of The Bad Batch is premiering. This will be our very last time seeing the clones in this animation style. I watched The Clone Wars movie when it came out sixteen years ago, when I was about nine years old. This is it. This is the last time we’ll see the clones from this animation studio.

Also, my beautiful beloved boy Commander Wolffe is finally going to be seen again. And I just KNOW it’s gonna be rough. I already know he’s still going to be with The Empire. I know they are going to put him though hell to join the resistance.

And so help me god, if they make me watch Order 66 from his side of the war and see General Plo die…

[143bc]

[that-gay-jedi]

[Image description: the 'no pets' landlord text meme. "Bruce landlord" has been changed to "tbb group chat." The first text has been poorly altered to read, "It is clear in the lease. No regs are allowed in our hearts. orry." The next text is a picture of Commander Cody, uncaptioned and without comment, standing with helmet off and one arm bent at his hip. The first texter responds with, "OK I will make an exception because he looks very polite" without punctuation. End of image description.]

Soooo blorbo shaped literally everyone loves him.

[commad]

kdfsghlksdhfkga,.df,g.,,,,,,, hi 512,,,,,

[darkmatternova]

🎶talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral🎶

[lucenna-belserion2]

Love them

[becabeale143]

[qrowscant]

realizing i mightve channeled aspects of ur art into some of my own. your aesthetic/style is so fucking cool also i love love love is-ot

AAHH? thats so flattering T_T tysm.....