“what do you think?” poe asks, picking up fistfuls of the polka-dotted skirt in his eager fists and completing a quick twirl. the dress he’s picked out is slim and fitted around his torso, expertly showing off his toned pilot’s figure, and cinched at the waist with a white leather belt. below that, it balloons outwards in a bright, ever-swaying orange skirt that falls to his knees, exposing powerful, muscled legs. he’s even added a dot of rouge to his cheeks, finn notices, and what looks like a pop of orange lipstick.
as finn watches, he slips on a pair of elbow-length black gloves and strikes a pose, winking.
“i love it. you should totally wear it tonight,” finn says truthfully, grinning.
“you think?” poe asks, a little doubtfully. he pulls the doors of his closet open wide and examines his reflection in the mirror inside, smoothing down the lap of the skirt and fiddling with his belt buckle. “i feel like it’s a little loud for the general’s dinner.”
“definitely,” finn nods, slipping his arms around poe’s shoulders and squeezing as he plants a kiss lightly on poe’s cheek.
“it suits you.”
poe dameron wears dresses regularly (his closet is full of them - after all, he has plenty of space since he came out of there… *finger guns*) and there’s nothing you can say to convince me otherwise. caption drabble by me, art by the beautiful and talented@padanidala (commission info); thank you so much!
I actually don’t need to jerk myself off because unlike you I’ve got plenty of people who’ll take that load off my hands.
If I had to give you both some advice though I’d try not being a constant martyr or victim, like go cry about your fragile masculinity to someone else because real men know how good we’ve had it and we don’t feel the need to diminish the oppression of women in order to validate the failures of our own meek insignificant existences.
Sorry it’s so hard being a boy for you two, despite all the advantages and privileges that come along with it, you two have still failed spectacularly, and you wanna pretend like women’s empowerment is to blame? Sweetie, no, you’re just dumb, ugly, and weak. But go ahead, reblog this more, shower me with attention, and cry to me about how hard it is to express your feelings and open doors for women.