aimmyarrowshigh: ANYWAY POE DAMERON SMELLS LIKE SPACE-CEDAR-AND-LEMON AFTERSHAVE AND CLEAN LAUNDRY..
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aimmyarrowshigh:
ANYWAY POE DAMERON SMELLS LIKE SPACE-CEDAR-AND-LEMON AFTERSHAVE AND CLEAN LAUNDRY AND MAYBE, FINE, SOME MOTOR OIL
HE MAKES HIS BED WITH MILITARY CORNERS
BB-8, BLACK ONE, AND ANY OTHER MACHINERY IN HIS POSSESSION ARE SPOTLESSLY POLISHED AND MAINTAINED
AS ARE HIS FORMAL BOOTS
HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HAIR? THAT MAN IS A GRADE-A FRESHER HOG. HE GETS KES TO SEND HIM NICE SHAMPOO FROM THE CIVILIAN WORLD EVERY MONTH INSTEAD OF USING THE STUFF FROM THE CANTEEN THAT DOESN’T GIVE POE THE LUSTER AND BOUNCE HE’S SEEKING.
POE “CANONICALLY HAIRLESS CHEST AND ARMPITS” DAMERON IS, IF ANYTHING, A CLEAN FREAK
HE PROBABLY IRONS HIS SPACE JEANS
DAMMIT
I mean. I felt so strongly about this I actually got art about it, in that epic I wrote.
Poe has honed his hair-grooming routine to a lean, mean, seven minutes in front of the mirror, but that’s by dint of long practice and a lot of fine-tuning, all very carefully cultivated to make it seem like his hair does that on its own and he doesn’t work that hard on it. He has NO CHILL ABOUT ANYTHING EVER and that goes times like ONE THOUSAND for his hair.
If his boots are scuffed it is because he polished them flawlessly and then went back and carefully carved a scuff in at a calculated spot to make it look like he wasn’t trying so hard.
If he was first in his class it’s because he stayed up late to study and got all his homework done the very instant it was assigned so that he could later pretend to not have even cracked the book until the last second. He’s not going to the library, he’s not studying in public- he does that shit in private on his own time and pretends like it never happened.
He has an extremely rigorous showering routine, and shaving routine, all carefully calculated to be absolutely casual and off-hand. Oh this old thing, I just dug it out of the laundry pile (lie). Oh you know, *rubs chin thoughtfully* guess I’m about due. (He has it worked out to the hour. Almost no one sees him immediately clean-shaven; that looks like he’s trying too hard.)
He’s not dishonest. He just has absolutely no chill whatsoever in any thing, including the possibility that someone someday might discover that he has no chill.
aimmyarrowshigh:
ANYWAY POE DAMERON SMELLS LIKE SPACE-CEDAR-AND-LEMON AFTERSHAVE AND CLEAN LAUNDRY AND MAYBE, FINE, SOME MOTOR OIL
HE MAKES HIS BED WITH MILITARY CORNERS
BB-8, BLACK ONE, AND ANY OTHER MACHINERY IN HIS POSSESSION ARE SPOTLESSLY POLISHED AND MAINTAINED
AS ARE HIS FORMAL BOOTS
HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HAIR? THAT MAN IS A GRADE-A FRESHER HOG. HE GETS KES TO SEND HIM NICE SHAMPOO FROM THE CIVILIAN WORLD EVERY MONTH INSTEAD OF USING THE STUFF FROM THE CANTEEN THAT DOESN’T GIVE POE THE LUSTER AND BOUNCE HE’S SEEKING.
POE “CANONICALLY HAIRLESS CHEST AND ARMPITS” DAMERON IS, IF ANYTHING, A CLEAN FREAK
HE PROBABLY IRONS HIS SPACE JEANS
DAMMIT
I mean. I felt so strongly about this I actually got art about it, in that epic I wrote.
Poe has honed his hair-grooming routine to a lean, mean, seven minutes in front of the mirror, but that’s by dint of long practice and a lot of fine-tuning, all very carefully cultivated to make it seem like his hair does that on its own and he doesn’t work that hard on it. He has NO CHILL ABOUT ANYTHING EVER and that goes times like ONE THOUSAND for his hair.
If his boots are scuffed it is because he polished them flawlessly and then went back and carefully carved a scuff in at a calculated spot to make it look like he wasn’t trying so hard.
If he was first in his class it’s because he stayed up late to study and got all his homework done the very instant it was assigned so that he could later pretend to not have even cracked the book until the last second. He’s not going to the library, he’s not studying in public- he does that shit in private on his own time and pretends like it never happened.
He has an extremely rigorous showering routine, and shaving routine, all carefully calculated to be absolutely casual and off-hand. Oh this old thing, I just dug it out of the laundry pile (lie). Oh you know, *rubs chin thoughtfully* guess I’m about due. (He has it worked out to the hour. Almost no one sees him immediately clean-shaven; that looks like he’s trying too hard.)
He’s not dishonest. He just has absolutely no chill whatsoever in any thing, including the possibility that someone someday might discover that he has no chill.