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[chelseajackarmy]

[1-800-local-slut]

The Scientist Chapter 2

Summary: It's Poe's first day with the Scientist, and after a strange start, Poe's starting to see the Scientist in a very special light

I'm kind of nervous about this chapter, but I hope you all enjoy it! <3

Warnings: smut, masturbation (male), oral, male receiving, Poe loves boobs, pinv smut

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It was early, earlier than Poe was used too when he woke up. A strange humming noise, akin to a wheel driving down the hallway woke Poe at 4:30, a full hour earlier than usual. Running a hand down his face, he eased himself up onto his elbows, still on his stomach and squinted his eyes towards the door of his room, trying to identify the noise. As he turned over onto his back, he adjusted his necklace, the cool silver chain with the ring rubbing against his neck uncomfortably. Still, he’d never take it off. 

Then, the humming noise stopped. Right outside his door to be more precise, causing Poe to jump to alertness. Anything stopping at your door in the dead hours of the morning was never great. Still under the thick fog of sleep, he tilted his head to the side and rubbed his eyes to clear them. He heard the sound of something being jammed into the key pad outside of his bedroom and he fully shot up in his bed, watching the door intently. His heart rate sped up, his hands itching to reach onto the floor where he threw his pants last night to grab his blaster. Then, the door slid open and Poe laid there in his bed, expression still clouded in confusion and a bit of fear.

In his door way, a large pink robot, that looked like CP3O but some how more humanoid stood. It had smooth skin, but had some ridges  and very buff looking metal arms. Instead of two legs, it stood on two large wheels. He had never seen this droid before, and wasn’t even sure it was a a droid in the first place. Was that some one in a costume? Was he hallucinating?  

The ‘droid’ (because he still wasn’t entirely sure) glided fully into the room but Poe was ultimately speechless. He was certain he would be fine but at the same time, how had he never seen this big ass thing roaming rolling around? It rolled a few more feet into the room, then bent at the hips, it’s arms now dangling over the ground. Then it’s arm extended and it placed a small flat disk on the ground and rolled backwards. The disk lit up and a beam of light shot up. It was a hologram of the Scientist. Squinting, Poe brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. The morning was getting stranger and stranger, but surely there was some explanation coming. 

“What is this?” Poe’s voice croaked like a frog as he checked the time. 4:35 AM. He was hoping to get this thing out of his room in time to go back to sleep and maybe get another 30 minutes of much needed rest. Surely if this thing was a droid it could talk at the very least. To his chagrin it simple let out a low, deep, buzz and shook its head (rather slowly) which gave Poe the impression that this thing wasn’t easy to communicate with like BB-8. Sighing, Poe ran his hand down his face and rolled his eyes. The droid pressed a button and the hologram began to move.

“Wait, how do I do this?” She asked in confusion. She was sat at a large glass desk that was covered in cups, papers and cheap food wrappers. Her hair was pinned back with a headband to keep her large curls from dropping into her face. She looked confused, which was ironic to Poe. Head of the Science Department but can’t figure out how to record something. It was funny, and part of him felt it was cute. 

“You just talk, I already turned it on babe.” Merca’s voice spoke from behind the recorder.  The Scientist made a small ‘o’ with her red lips and her eyes lit up in understanding. Then she slightly nodded with a small smile. Turning her face back towards the recorder, she cleared her throat.

“Oh alright. Uhm…” straightening her clothes, she wiped her mouth like there was something on it. A small teasing laugh escaped Poe. The woman looked so nervous. She was cute, he’d give her that. But then he remembered that she probably created this large, pink monster that had just rolled into her room.

“Good morning Mr. Dameron. Sorry to interrupt you so early, but I realized I never told you what time we start work. Merca and I are already here, so if you could follow Binksy to us, I’ll explain everything to you and what we’ll be doing. Please pardon the interruption. Also, please wear clothing you don’t mind getting dirty. Okay, is that it?” Her eyes drifted back to Merca and one of her fingers coiled a few strands of hair around her finger. In all truth, Poe stopped fully listening when he realized he now had to get up and go to his new job. However, Poe was more focused on the fact that this thing (surely it couldn’t be authorized to be called a droid) was named Binksy.

“Yeah, just gimme a sec-” Merca’s voice cut out as the recording ended and Poe groaned. Who the hell on base starts work this early? She was already up and ready, probably showered, took a shit and ate breakfast already. He doesn’t even get up and start moving until like 5:30 And she was already up? This proving to be a very arduous punishment.

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Following the droid, he was taken to the same floor as last night. It was 4:50 AM now but the bottom floor was buzzing with life. A bunch of people he’d never seen ran around carrying papers, folders, coffee, and more. Poe looked around in awe, his brown eyes drinking in his surroundings. New sounds were heard all around him and in the large rooms with windows there were people doing work at their messy desks and some people working with small animals. In his awe, Poe stopped paying attention. He continued wandering through the maze of people, until he felt a thump connect to his chest. A short man had run straight into him. Normally if you ran into someone, you’d just say sorry and move on with your busy day. However, it seemed like he had interrupted this man on the most important day of his life and he simply could not let it slide.

“You don’t know how to walk through a fucking hallway? Move!” Shoving him with more strength than expected, his gloved hands left a wet spot on Poe’s black t-shirt. Poe blinked in shock, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as his brow furrowed. He quickly spun to pursue the man but was stopped by a low beep from Binksy. Turning back, Poe rolled his eyes and continued on his path, avoiding more cranky  people. Ironically, many of these people looked exhausted, and some looked half dead and others looked entirely like zombies. Like they had to drag themselves out of their graves to come to work this morning. 

Following Binksy, he realized this place was bigger than the dungeon it looked like last night. It fact, it was quite pretty. Plants, animals, charts and more interesting things stood in each room he passed. They passed the room he had seen last night, and there’s was no one in there. Curiosity filled him. If this wasn’t where the Scientist worked, then where was it? Finally they arrived at the end of the large hallway, and there was a large door. He hadn’t seen this last night. 

“So…behind here?” He asked Binksy. His previous attempts to talk to the damn thing mostly failed, considering it just made low and deep noises that made him uneasy for some reason. The droid shook its head. Then it entered a code into the key pad and rolled in front of Poe’s line of sight so he couldn’t see the code. Stepping back so he wouldn’t get ran over, Poe rolled his eyes. Like he was interested in breaking and entering into a lab he didn’t even know existed until just now.

The door beeped three times and then slid open. Another door sat at the end of the hall, and this space was different from the calamity that laid just outside. There was also an absence of noise, instead there was the low hum of the fluorescent lights that lay under the white floor. 

On his left side, there was a large glass pane showing a neat, well lit office. Inside, Forian wore what seemed to be full colorful padding and was waving around a large stick as he seemingly jumped around and waved his arms, making a whooping noise. Then Poe watched in horror as a large creature slunk out from behind a potted plant. It was no creature Poe had ever seen in all his 32 years of living. Forian slid backwards behind a large cabinet, hiding as the animal slowly came out, hissing. Then it looked straight at Poe, who reached for his blaster but remembered this was one way glass. It had black eyes that peered deeply into Poe’s soul and weirdly red skin, with strange bumps along the spine and black feathers across its body. As Poe stood observing the creature, Forian jumped out, swung down the large stick and knocked the animal on its head. It fell over onto its side and it’s beak opened in what Poe could assume was a horrified squawk. Forian stood over it, beating it until it went still. He stopped, removed his protective gear, put some strange collar on the animal, then grabbed it by a strange talon and threw it into a large cage. The exhausted man plopped down into his seat and then took out a small box, pressed a button and started talking into it. Blinking, Poe slowly turned away.

To his right, there was who he assumed was Merca. Her office was the polar opposite of Forian. It was pitch dark with splotches of neon painted colors across the windows and more. She wore a welding mask and was seemingly doing nothing. She wore large green boots and large yellow gloves. She also wore a very large black coat, more akin to a tarp. She stood perfectly still, with her back to the glass. Poe, feeling creeped out, debated knocking on the glass to see if she was alive, or passed out where she stood. His thoughts were interrupted though, as a slimy substance began to drip from the ceiling and Merca was strapped onto the ceiling in a harness that was helping her crawl across it. Now he struggled to figure out if it wasn’t Merca in the suit, who or what it was, and what was dripping from the ceiling.

 Merca had a large flamethrower strapped onto her back and was breathing heavily. Small tendrils from the black goo were moving around, and some of it was splattered across the room. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Merca dipped her fingers into the black goo and drew a symbol onto her forehead, one onto her left cheek and one one of her right cheek. Slipping on a large metal mask, Poe watched her kick her small frame to the opposite side of the room, the harness helping her fly. She dropped down onto the floor and turned on the flame thrower, melting down the imposter as she sprinted at it. She violently stomped on it and then took off her mask and flame thrower. He watched her throw her head back and flex her arms in front of her, before screeching so loud that he was able to hear it through the glass. Then she ripped off some cloths she had wrapped around her body. Reaching over, she turned on a light, and all the black goo from the ceiling as well as the random notes scribbled all over the wall in bright neon colors were gone. Instead there was a messy office with overturned tables, chairs and cans of energy drinks all over the place. On Merca, there was a deep, black cut across her arm.

Blinking slowly, Poe turned back around. He opted to simply mind his business instead of concerning himself with people who weren’t his boss. Somewhere deep in his brain he giggled, at calling such a small but mighty woman his boss. Poe wasn’t used to calling any other woman that wasn’t Leia his boss. 

“...Okay…so…experiments are taking place.” Was all Poe could really muster while he glanced back at the droid. Poe couldn’t help but talk to the thing. He wasn’t used to not talking for this long, considering he never shuts up. But instead, he was in a strange office, clearly with a mad man, a crazy woman and a creepy robot. Judging by the sound and swift beating Forian just gave that bird thing, and the violent mashing he just watch Merca deliver, Poe would rather the robot.

“So…he works with animals, and she does welding?” Another low, deep beeping noise. Holy fuck, where was his boss right now, why was he watching people beat animals close to death, and cauterize themselves while talking to a freaky droid? 

“Okay, where’s the Commander?”  He had enough of watching pure insanity take place at just, a glance at his watch told him it was only 5:05 in the morning. 5:05 and he watched a woman preform surgery on herself and a man almost kill a freaky bird. 

Pointing to a large doorway, the droid rolled towards another door. After pushing another keycode, there was the biggest office he’d seen yet. In the office, sat the scientist while people waved papers around, yelling at her and two people were locked in argument. She sighed, seemingly exhausted. Two manicured fingers pressed to her temple as she pressed her red lips together and rolled her eyes. The droid rolled up once more and then opened the door for Poe. Sliding inside, it seemingly entered sleep mode as the two glowing lights that were lit on its stomach turned off. Poe stepped in to the mature, but slightly messy office. She looked very annoyed from the crowd, the loud arguing and more.

“If you could just listen! We need to start spending less money on helping other departments! We can’t put all of our funds into helping keep repairing different issues from different departments, our budget can’t afford it! The biology section is struggling as it is.” He recognized the man as the one who tossed him out of his way earlier. Taking a deep breath, the woman sighed and sat up straight, clearly trying to keep her patience. Poe felt slightly better knowing this man wasn’t just an annoyance to him, but to the Scientist as well.

“Yes, I am aware. It is not my choice to give our budget to others. But in our last meeting, I told secured you partnership with the head of the medical department. You’re budgets are to be shared, and as far as I am concerned, the biology section is no longer under my jurisdiction related to finances. There is nothing I can do to help you, you have a problem take it up with General Organa. Next.” She waved her hand, her voice no longer soft and timid, instead stern and commanding. The man huffed and skulked off to the side. 

“The chemistry section is requesting you to come authorize our next presentation.” A woman with curly orange hair and scar lines on her face spoke to her next. She had purple lipgloss on and handed her a paper. The scientist put on her glasses, as she had a slight pout that made Poe notice how gorgeous she really was. She was focused, and stressed but looked gorgeous none the less. Her energy was commanding and elegant. The way her eyes scanned the paper enticed him, the way her delicate hands and smooth skin ran over the papers on her desk enticed him more. Maybe he was just horny as of late, but something about this woman was drawing him to her.

“I’ll stop by later,” she noticed Poe and her eyes shone in relief, as she took the paper from his hands graciously. He could see why she needed an assistant. Just seeing the madness in the two offices outside of hers caused him great stress, he can’t imagine coming to work and seeing that every morning. 

“Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Poe Dameron. He’ll be my personal assistant until I have a permanent replacement.” She stood from her seat, and walked over to him, put her two hands up like she was showing something on a game show. Poe smiled and waved. His eyes scanned the room and those in the room looked back at him.

“Hi everyone, it’s nice to meet you. I’m glad to be working with you.” Some people recognized him, and others couldn’t care less about him. Before Poe could fully drink in his surroundings, he felt a soft tap on his arm and saw the woman motioning to bend down to his ear. Leaning down to her red painted lips, he smelt the soft scent of cinnamon, marshmallows and vanilla. He also smelt cocoa butter, and whatever she had been using in her hair was making him swoon. How could one woman smell so good? In a totally normal way (he tried to tell himself that) he wanted to hold her and sniff her. 

“Can you take these and just remind me about them later?” She asked and he nodded, shaken out of his thought. Her voice was soft, like it was yesterday but she had to stand on the tips of her toes even in her heels to get close enough to his ear. Poe flushed at how close she was to him and she went back to her desk, sitting down and crossing her legs over one another. 

“Okay. Whose next?” She asked as two woman raised their hands in unison trying to be picked to go next. A sigh left the her lips. She glanced over to Poe and their eyes made contact. 

“It’ll be a long day.” she took a pause and pinched her brows together. 

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It was now 11:30 AM and Poe felt so tired. He felt like he got kicked in the neck and run over by a train. His eyes felt heavy, he felt like he had aged at least six years since that morning. After that chaotic meeting, first thing in the morning, he watched the woman promptly doze off at her desk for a few minutes. He thought she was dead at first, but  then she jumped up and blew through stacks of paper work. He thought he was busy but looking at her, he wasn’t even sure how the woman was standing. 

Six meetings, two observations, a training session, assisting the medical department, a medical consultation and then dinner with some other people to smooth over something called ‘the glue incident’. Then a few personal errands (dress fitting, scheduling doctors appointments, starting laundry) and all of that just to end with another lab experiment with Merca and Forian. Just looking over the schedule made him anxious. 

Now she had just finished an early meeting and sat on a bench in the hallway upstairs (seriously, with how often she’s had to run around upstairs, how had he never noticed her?) and looked deflated as she sat outside the meeting room. She was the last to leave, after she had to yell at everyone in the room and even threw out anyone who she didn’t need to speak too. Poe and two other people stood in the hallways listening to her yell words he didn’t even understand. Then he watched the other people scamper out of the room. After the other two standing next to him left as well, he watched her leave float out of the room on wobbly legs.  The color was drained from her face, giving her a look like she hadn’t put lotion on that morning and she pressed a hand against the wall before plopping down onto the bench. He couldn’t help but notice her thick thighs press against the bench as she knocked her head back against the wall.

“Hey…4 down, 2 to go!” sitting next to her, Poe tried to cheer her up. She glanced over and lookup at him through her eyelashes, her large irises staring into his. She truly was beautiful. He was studying her face, and his eyes flickered onto her deep red lips. He wanted to know if her lip gloss was cherry flavored of not. She grumbled, shutting her eyes. Long lashes fluttered shut with a heavy sigh and a pang of pity went through his heart. Resolved to at least try and help, Poe walked down the hallways and found a vending machine. He got her a small, iced tea and took it back to her, hoping she would like the salted caramel flavor he had picked. Pressing the cold drink against her neck, he smiled at her as her eyes shot open.

“Thank you…” she said softly, with a small blush warming her cheeks, like she wasn’t used to people doing favors for her. Poe nodded graciously before sitting back down next to her, albeit a bit closer to her than before. She opened the drink and smiled softly. Gratefulness crossed her features. Taking a nice long drink, Poe looked at her intently. Something about her was so graceful and alluring that he couldn’t help himself. A few drops of condensation from the drink dropped onto her neck line and dripped down the curve of her breast. Poe watched intently and nearly broke a sweat. He felt just a bit pathetic.

‘Poe, you’re a grown man.’ He scolded himself. He could feel his blood preparing to rush to his dick and his crossed his legs over one another. He wasn’t even hard, just getting there. Like a slowly inflating balloon.

“Oh that’s cold.” She muttered as she used her hand to wipe the cold water from the depths of her breast. Poe could feel his heart beating in his chest. Holy hell, what was it about something so simple turning him on so easily. Not exactly that, more so just the fact that she didn’t even know what she was doing but was still seducing him so easily. 

Then he saw Binsky rolled down the opposite end of the hall way and any thoughts about to beautiful woman before him died. Poe grimaced at the droid and shivered.

“Did you design that thing?” Poe whispered, partly afraid it would heard him and try to take a leg. Looking over, she sat up when she saw the droid approaching before she adjusted her clothing and stood up. He followed, standing up next to her.

“Binksy? Of course I did, he’s my baby.” She cooed affectionately as Binksy rolled up to them and she stood on top of his stopped wheel and kissed its cheek, leaving a glossy stain. Her nails held his face. Poe shivered, part of him was jealous that the freaky robot got a kiss.

“I put my blood, sweat and tears into him. Six years to be exact.” A prideful grin graced her angelic featured. She planted another kiss on the opposit cheek and glanced down at him. Jumping down and taking a few adjusting steps, she waited for Binksy to announce why he rolled himself out of her office.

“Message from Merca.” The robot then handed the scientist a letter. She took it after thanking Binksy and stepped down. Her eyes scanned over the letter. Her brows furrowed and her eyes quickly reread the lines, and darted almost everywhere. Poe raised an eyebrow himself, now curious to see what exactly she was seeing. Suddenly she threw her arms up in anger, a sigh leaving her lips.

“We have to go make a new fucking X-Wing?!” She asked in anger, her nails pressing into the page.  Binksy nodded.

“An X-Wing was decimated yesterday afternoon. We are now short one, General Organa has made it known we need to create parts for an engine and have them passed to the mechanical department. From there they will begin the reconstruc-” The droid stopped, seeing his creators hand held up and her other hand pinching her eyebrows.

“Thank you Binksy, please tell Merca I’ll be there as soon as possible.” After rather aggressively handing the robot his letter and sending him away. Seeing how angry she was made Poe nervous, but also confused. He didn’t realize it would be the science department rebuilding the inner parts of his X-Wing. He didn’t realize it and now he’ll have to help fix it and he felt angry at himself for adding onto his work. 

“I swear, it’s like people don’t realize when they fuck shit up I have to fix it! There’s a whole floor in here that no one notices until they need something fixed or the AC stops working or something.” She ranted to Poe as he watched her start to pace back and forth. It was a bit funny hearing her rant all angry when she still sounded so cute. Still though, his brain started to wander. She is responsible for making x-wings? That means he’s responsible for making x-wings now.

“...I had no idea you were the one making X-Wings.” Poe admitted, while also nervous she’d realize it was his X-Wing she had to build. No realization was visible and Poe fought back a relived sigh.

“Well, not all of them! But I still have to oversee these things, help with test runs, all that shit. If I don’t then you, and all your friends will explode before we can even get close to the enemy.” She let out a deep sigh. 

“Seriously, who did you think makes your power generators? Those things don’t just come from thin air.” She mumbled and he nodded. He suddenly felt guilty for all the times he blew a fuse in his engine, even the times when it wasn’t his fault. She let out a long, heavy, depressed sigh and moved her hands in front of her stomach in a calming motion. Then again, her angry face was sex. She looked vicious in a way that turned Poe on. A lot.

“Why don’t you take lunch? Just meet me in  my office in an hour.” She suggested to him him softly as she folded her arms over her chest and put her drink down. The way she was looking at him was making Poe crave her for lunch. He could feel his pants start to swell and could only hope she didn’t notice. His throat was dry for some reason. Clearing his throat he coughed a bit. 

“Okay.” He smiled nodded and scampered off to relive himself of his special ‘issue’.

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Poe entered his room with haste and removed his jacket. Plopping down on his couch, his brain started to wander through the day. From seeing her this morning when his brain convinced him she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, to a few minutes ago drops of water cascaded down the valley of her breast. Beautiful. That was the first word that came to his mind as he tried to describe her. Beautiful and brilliant. A full day of following her around and watching her put her mind to work. Getting up, he walked to the bathroom, planing to just wash his hands and find something to eat. As he entered the bathroom, he saw his red towel and got a flash back.

Her red lips flooded his mind and part of him wondered if they would stain his lips with kisses. The heat in his stomach started to grow and his hands wandered to his belt to unbuckle his pants. He wondered what type of bras she wore. Surely, she knew how stunning she was. Maybe she wore lacy bras and underwear. He pictured it, the curves of her skin being enunciated by deep blue lace or maybe a sexy black. Well. Maybe he didn’t need lunch immediately. 

He reached over and pumped some lotion into his palm as his brain began to create a scenario. 

He’d come down into her office, as began to message the lotion over his hard length. She would be down there, obviously. Stressed out and tired as always, and maybe she’d be laying back in her desk chair. A dark skirt with black stockings, from that first night he met her, with a button up shirt. She would get up and see him, and greet him with her beautiful voice. Maybe he’d approach her slowly and would stand over her. Then she’d touch him. She’d reach up and start massaging his hardened dick through his slacks much to his surprise. He moved his hand slightly faster, massaging his thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock. He could picture her pushing him onto the couch and then crawling on top of him.

Confessing that she was attracted to him, unbuttoning his pants and planting kisses on his v-line. His hips would jump from the sensitivity and she would pull his pants down slowly, the fabric rubbing him would be tortuous. Maybe she’d put her knowledge of the human body to use and move his boxers up and down teasingly, precum leaking from the tip. 

“Shit…” He muttered in both the real world and his fantasy. Slowly, she unbuttoned her top and shyly revealed a dark purple lace bra, that had to hold her boobs that were in his eyes the definition of perfection. He felt like she’d wear a front clasped bra. Two mounds that he couldn’t wait to run his tongue over a bite into. He wanted to leave marks all over her breast, leaving her whimpering beneath him. She asked him if he liked what he was seeing and he would nod eagerly. Then she’d kiss the tip and run her tongue over it. Then she’d take his whole dick in her mouth shyly, and glance up at him through her lashes. She’d gag a bit when he hits the back of her throat and he’d lightly grip her curly hair. Guiding her to bob her head up and down slowly.

Poe felt like he could actually feel her mouth wrapped around him. Granted he always had a vivid imagination, this was incredible even for him. His left arm moved faster and he started to buck his hips into his hand. Grabbing the edge of his shirt, he shoved it into his mouth, his moans were getting louder. He felt that familiar pressure building in his stomach and was just imagining guiding her to put her tits in his face. 

In his mind, he had torn through her stockings and unbuckled her bra, freeing her chest. He took one of her brown nipples into his mouth and gently bit down as she let out a shocked moan. He’d take both of his hands and guide her hips down, so her soft silk panties would rub across his dick. He could feel her ridding him while he sucked on her perfect boobs. His muscular arms commanded her body to move up and down. The moans she was letting out were driving him closer to the edge. Finally, it happened. She raised her hips, moving her underwear to the side and then sliding down onto his cock. 

The warm, wet, feeling enveloped him as she let out soft whimpers. Poe had started sucking on her neck, leaving hickeys across her neck. She chanted his named like a prayer for mercy as he moved her body and slammed his hips up into her. Pulling her into a searing kiss, he exploded inside of her. His hips stuttered into his palm and he came hard, feeling a head rush. He had shot all over his stomach and he kept massaging his softening length, his head thrown back while he pressed against the sink. 

When he came down, he let out a soft sigh and ran his right hand through his hair. His thoughts kept wandering to the sexy scientist, who he just jerked off too and was gonna have to meet in 45 minutes. This was going to be a very long and hard punishment.

[suiine]

luke: threepio, access your galactic languages dictionary database. search term: "bussy".

C3PO: may I have the contextual usage please?

luke: obi-wan kenobi has asked me, in regards to lord Din Djarin, if I will be "hitting that mandalorian daddy" and that if not, to "move aside sandboy I'ma get that beskar bussy".

CP3O: thank you master Skywalker. searching...1 entry found. bussy: noun. anatomical. originating from an archaic low language. portmanteau of the words-. oh my. I shan't say

luke: c'mon threepio I need to know why uncle kenobi thinks I would hit Lord Din. why would I strike his "bussy"? I have no quarrel with him. I kinda like him actually

R2: boop beep [censored]

[ansu-gurleht]

cp3o? this robot saw pee three times and was like "oh."

[ericvanderburg]

“CP3O” pleads guilty to multi-million dollar cryptomining scheme

http://securitytc.com/TGjRHG

[raiderpwr]

CP3O is an awesome fighter.

[radgalniya]

thinking of the minor star wars knowledge i have:

princess leia

yoda

darth vader

“i am your father”

cp3O

“may the force be with you”

chewbacca

lightsabers

the star wars introduction

all the popular music themes

finally watching star wars for the first time so i can get all the pop culture references. feel like i’m missing out on standard american culture. bro y did no one tell me luke was so cute, i wouldve been started watching this had i known

[whyamiheredude3]

Soooo my dad started kinda watching the Clone Wars and I'd thought I should share his first reaction to some characters

Quick note my dad said all of this in Spanish so sorry if the nicknames/reactions sound weird

[shelldeleo]

[feelinkeeli]

You know if we are to judge Sith based off the personal droids (and legs) they built:

Anakin & CP30: so much anxiety. SO MUCH. 90% of Threepio's personality is anxiety and concern on how to appease others and appear like you know what you're doing.

Revan & HK-47: such a sarcastic shit they gotta clarify everything they say just so you KNOW they are a sarcastic shit (or maybe they autistic and just want to be as clear as possible? Both?) Also has a very strong gallows humor. Would like some murder, as a treat. Treats stupidity as something to be admired for how much failure it leads to.

Maul & his spider legs: claims to be fine but is in fact a terrifying hot mess.

[hk33b]

When it gets busy in Starbucks and the gay baristas get mean

[nerdbrazil]

[thekindwolf99]

Rise of Skywalker

Right my fellow Star Wars fans and Reylos, since the world premier is within a few hours from now, I will say a temporary goodbye as I am going to uninstall tumblr until I see the movie which might be in a few days.

I’ll post my thoughts once I see it. 🤭😊😇

Until then, let’s hope that this is a great one that makes December 2019 Memorable and that Hope is found with the Skywalkers. 🙏🏻

Goodbye for Now 😊🙎🏻‍♀️🙎🏻‍♂️⚔️

[starwarslegacys]

Merry Christmas

[dundunny]

Robot Chicken?