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i think those plastic toy lightsabers should exist in Star Wars canon
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Star Wars: Episode II – Attack of the Clones
#this made me laugh#ah yes the prequel trio: one halo-behind-his-head two dark-broody-boy and padme rolled out on the sand
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Inspired by Careless To Let It Fall by Artemisdesari
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#ObikinOWKweek Day 1: First Kiss/Training
Ani gets excited during training but…things don’t go his way..
…or does it…?
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Reblog if you've made at least one friend because of a fandom.
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(i'm cycling through my wips atm but cherry magic au still holds a special place. this is a little excerpt of the final chapter)
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin says. “You love me?”
Obi-Wan goes still. His posture is frozen, his back still to Anakin. After a moment, though, he is back in motion. Pouring hot water into their respective mugs. Calm, still, but for the faint tremor in his hands, but for the way his Force signature ripples as though Anakin threw a heavy object into a great body of water.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Obi-Wan says, and maybe before, Anakin would have taken that as a no. Would have taken it as a rejection, twisted it around into something that wounded him, into an avoidance that disguised emphatic denial. Would have heard Obi-Wan’s voice in his head, clear as day, saying, No I don’t, but there is little to be gained from admitting it aloud. Don’t push me, Anakin. Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.
Anakin knows differently now. Sees the deflection for what it truly is, bare and raw, somehow more vulnerable than a direct answer.
Obi-Wan isn’t saying no. He’s saying please don’t hurt me.
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"at this point I'm too afraid to ask" but let's be real you were afraid to ask since the beginning
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Guiding Light | 1.0 | 1.5 | 2.0 | 2.5 | 3.0 | 3.5 | 4.0 | 4.5 | 5.0 | 5.5 | 6.0 | 6.5 | 7.0
Also available to read on Ko-fi and now AO3!!!
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mutuals in my heart we are all doing arts n crafts together
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There’s no time for a peacekeeper in an era of violence, Obi-wan
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there are two of them now
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Woke up to Owen Lars thoughts. Specifically re: C-3PO.
Our guy Owen has avoided owning a droid for 20+ years because they remind him of Shmi. He’s had to deal with the Jawas the whole time and knows it would go a hell of a lot better with a translator, but every time he thinks about getting a protocol droid he thinks about Shmi. About how she doted on that insufferably annoying droid because it was her last connection to her son. And he decides he can go another year relying on gestures and paying more than the parts he’s getting are worth.
But now he only has Luke’s help for one more harvest and he’s not getting any younger - his joints ache more and more with each sandstorm - and he decides it’s time to face his ghosts. He can’t avoid reminders of the past forever. He sends Luke for some droids.
And the boy comes back with C3P0
The droid doesn’t look the same - he’s been treated to some upgrades over the years and some fancy gold plating they couldn’t have afforded to give him - but he gives his designation and it’s not just a similar robotic voice dragging up memories that both haunt Owen and remind him of better times. But it’s him, without a doubt. C-3PO human cyborg relations. Shmi’s most prized possession. Returned back to her home and final resting place, back to the last piece of her son.
To Luke.
And when the stormtroopers break down the door and pour in, he has a moment of pure relief that Luke isn’t home. That this time it won’t be a Skywalker’s body found broken in the desert.
He should have known. An R2 unit had rolled up and interrupted Shmi’s humble funeral and Anakin had swept away to whatever dangers waited for him in the stars. He’d brought the two droids with him and the Lars were left to mourn and heal and carry on under the harsh suns. They looked after themselves and weathered the heat and the sand like everything else that was born, and fated to die, in the desert.
But not Luke. Luke wasn’t born on Tatooine, even though the boy has the desert in his blood. Owen sees the same relief written in Beru’s eyes as he takes her hand. Luke isn’t going to die here.
He has the stars in his blood too.
Owen just hopes the boy will meet a better end than his father. That his story won’t end so soon.
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I have been waiting all year to post this.
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Ewan McGregor on The Jonathan Ross Show (2011).
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