[sometimes life just gives you a cat, ok. it's wild. he's just a cat who wants to be a bird.
ANYWAY whatever his fursona apparently is, he is ready 👏 for 👏 this 👏 . he moves back until he's basically against the wall to make room for finn. i was going to try to pull up falcon schematics again but let's be real these are probably twin-sized beds. it's a tight squeeze, but that's okay because there was never going to be any room left for jesus in the first place. as soon as finn is all the way up, he wraps his arms around him and presses his face against finn's neck because of course he does.
this is great. this is even better than the hallway because there's no annoying voice in the back of his mind saying they should probably move out of the way some time this year. they can stay in the bunk forever and it wouldn't matter. (yeah okay it might matter if leia needs poe to actually do anything at all ever but you know what? not thinking about that right now. thinking is banned. he can only think ten seconds ahead at any given time. on a normal day.)
also: he's actually not super-fond of the idea of ~owning~ anyone in that sort of way as a concept, which is why he tried to broach the subject in the first place? but when he's with finn ... it just makes sense. it's not something morally wrong; they chose each other. and he'd never hurt finn or let anything bad happen to him. well. at least, he is TRYING NOT TO but it's really hard when they are the same brand of reckless relentless psychopath. fire meet gasoline.mp3. it's okay, they can just tag-team pvp the entire first order together. that feels like a thing within the actual realm of possibility while he's laying here getting high on finn-spice.]
This is better than the hallway.
[back to spitting out those greatest hits; he'll be up to this same fuckery all week probably.]
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ANYWAY whatever his fursona apparently is, he is ready 👏 for 👏 this 👏 . he moves back until he's basically against the wall to make room for finn. i was going to try to pull up falcon schematics again but let's be real these are probably twin-sized beds. it's a tight squeeze, but that's okay because there was never going to be any room left for jesus in the first place. as soon as finn is all the way up, he wraps his arms around him and presses his face against finn's neck because of course he does.
this is great. this is even better than the hallway because there's no annoying voice in the back of his mind saying they should probably move out of the way some time this year. they can stay in the bunk forever and it wouldn't matter. (yeah okay it might matter if leia needs poe to actually do anything at all ever but you know what? not thinking about that right now. thinking is banned. he can only think ten seconds ahead at any given time. on a normal day.)
also: he's actually not super-fond of the idea of ~owning~ anyone in that sort of way as a concept, which is why he tried to broach the subject in the first place? but when he's with finn ... it just makes sense. it's not something morally wrong; they chose each other. and he'd never hurt finn or let anything bad happen to him. well. at least, he is TRYING NOT TO but it's really hard when they are the same brand of reckless relentless psychopath. fire meet gasoline.mp3. it's okay, they can just tag-team pvp the entire first order together. that feels like a thing within the actual realm of possibility while he's laying here getting high on finn-spice.]
This is better than the hallway.
[back to spitting out those greatest hits; he'll be up to this same fuckery all week probably.]