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Milly Alcock as Kara Zor-El/Supergirl in SUPERMAN (2025)

"She likes to go party on other planets... Planets with red suns. Because of our metabolism we can't get drunk on a planet with a yellow sun."

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Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

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EMMA D'ARCY and OLIVIA COOKE — House of the Dragon Season 2 | Behind the Scenes

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RHAEYNRA TARGARYEN House of the Dragon 2.08 "The Queen Who Ever Was"

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When someone tells me it would be cool if Korkie were Obi-Wan's secret son with Satine, I don't usually view it favorably or romantic. This would even be problematic because Satine was very young when she and Obi-Wan met, and a teenage pregnancy wouldn't be romantic for her or for either of them. I know Korkie's age in canon doesn't match the theory put forward on the subject, and this disproves the theory, but imagine that besides being a teenage pregnancy, it would be sad to keep Korkie a secret and the Duchess's nephew so as not to tarnish her reputation or create problems for Obi-Wan as a Jedi. Would Satine be capable of lying to Korkie and Obi-Wan for years to keep things under control? Such a secret would be emotionally irresponsible for everyone involved. I don't think she would do it, and I don't like the idea and that's why I think it's a good thing it's not canon. I prefer the idea that Korkie is the son of Satine and Bo-Katan's brother, who unfortunately died (or Korkie's parents died before the Clone Wars), and Satine raised the boy as her own son.

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oh to find joy in the simplest things again.

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DAISY RIDLEY as REY SKYWALKER Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker (2019) dir. J.J Abrams

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One thing I find exhausting in the current Star Wars fandom is that I love the siriwan ship, and there are people who seem to hate it so much and want to fight with all their might to convince me that Obi-Wan's "one true love" was Satine and he is her property. They are not each other's property, but the idea that Obi-Wan could love people before or after Satine seems to bother some people too much. Sorry, it's just a rant.

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messing up the environment

Summary: Padawan Obi-wan x padawan reader / plenty of banter, lil obi plays the hero and qui-gon gets the last laugh / this is as fluffy as it gets / follow up to something of mine, inspired by the request of @just-about-rio Word count: 1.3 k Warnings: Mentions of drowning (or what I think it'd be like for a jedi) / monster is inspired in disney's hercules lol

“You’ve been in there AN HOUR!!” You screamed as you banged the door of the washer. 

Obi-wan opened with a smug smirk, half his face smeared with shaving cream. “And it will be an hour more.” 

You controlled the impulse of rolling your eyes. “Come on, let me wash my hair real quick.” You asked, voice sweetened.

“Of course, my dear.” He moved from the door, returning his gaze to the mirror and continuing his work. 

“Without you inside” you were trying hard not to throw a tantrum.

He turned to see you again, “just do your thing while I do mine. Don’t be shy.” 

“Obi-wan!” You stomped one foot on the ground, failing at your previous task. “I will not take a shower with you inside the washroom.” 

He scoffed, “well then, you will have to wait till I’m finished.” His hand pulled the razor across his cheek agonizingly slowly. 

“FINE” you stormed inside of the washer, grabbing your bag of toiletries and a towel before rushing to leave the ship. 

“Where are you going?” He chased after you.

Not until you had left the ship you realized he was only wearing a towel around his hips. 

“Master Jinn ordered us to stay on the ship until he returned”

“Since Master Jinn has the un-fortune of knowing you, I’m sure he’ll understand it was impossible for me to remain close to you”

“I can not protect you if you go”

You scoffed, “I happen to be a Jedi as well, thank you very much”

“Where are you even going?”

“I’ll wash myself in the river” you kept your pace.

“The conditioner will mess up the environment” Obi-wan bickered.

You turned to him, huffing, a finger stabbing his chest, “YOUR BITCHING MESSES UP THE ENVIRONMENT”

He scoffed before returning to the ship.

You walked towards the river decisively, discarding your clothes until you reached the underclothes. Leaving your robe in a boulder near the water, you dipped in. It was not very deep, standing it barely reached your waist.

You washed your body first, scrubbing away the sweat and dust clinging to your skin, and then got to your hair.

Ever since the lightsaber incident you had taken a special assignment on its growth. Washing it often enough to avoid greasy scalp but not so often to promote breakage. A routine you had finally mastered… at the Temple. On missions it was another agonizing story, more so when you were sent with Master Jinn and Obi-wan.

They were not trouble, but ever since a royal from Force-knows-where called Obi-wan cute, he had become insufferably fastidious. Every morning, without fail: smoothing his hair, fussing over his cloak, keeping his face meticulously shaved. In your eyes it was absurd. 

‘As if anyone would give him the time of day.’ you thought.

You rolled your eyes and dipped your head beneath the river’s surface, rinsing the last of the shampoo from your hair. As you surfaced, hands rising to wipe the water from your face, something seized you.

A sudden force yanked you upward, and instinct spun you toward it, only to find yourself caught in the massive grip of a creature. Its hand, clawed and scaled, wrapped around your torso with crushing strength. Cold blue skin, dripping river water, and two burning red eyes fixed on you with unmistakable hatred.

Your breath caught.

Driven by instinct, you reached for the Force, trying to project calm, but the creature responded with fury. In one swift motion, it slammed you back down into the river, submerging you completely.

You clung to your training, still reaching out through the Force, searching for any flicker of reason or understanding in the monster’s mind. But the current roared in your ears, your vision blurred, and its grip only tightened. Seconds stretched into agony.

Panic began to rise.

Your focus faltered. The practiced calm of a Jedi gave way to survival. You thrashed against the claws, struck out blindly, lungs screaming for air. Water poured in, flooding your chest. Your movements slowed… and then stopped, consciousness slipping into the dark.

When you woke up, Obi-Wan was giving you cardiopulmonary resuscitation, his palms firm against your sternum as water gushed from your mouth in reflexive coughs. The world came back in fragments—sky, breath, sound—and you found yourself leaning weakly on your elbows, gasping as though you'd never drawn air before. Your body trembled with the lingering chill of near-drowning, cold and fear braided tightly into every shiver. 

“Are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked softly, his voice steeped in tenderness.

Tears pooled in your eyes, blurring him now too. “Go ahead, make fun of me,” you said, your voice thin and trembling.

He didn’t speak. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, warm and unshaking. “You’re an idiot,” he murmured into your hair, but there was nothing harsh in it. Just the tremor of fear in his voice.

“Did you kill it?” you asked, sniffling as you tried to collect yourself.

“It didn’t get to that. It ran away when it saw my lightsaber.” His thumbs moved gently across your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

“Good, good. I was the intruder after all.”

“I told you the conditioner would mess with the environment,” he teased, lightening the tension off the moment.

You gave him a half-hearted shove. “Shut up.”

He smiled, and suddenly you weren’t trembling anymore..

“I didn’t even get to the conditioner.”

“I can tell.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, offended at the implication.

He reached for your hair, and your body tensed instinctively, still raw with survival instinct. But his fingers only caught a few strands, revealing them coated in slick, slimy mud.

“Iuck,” you muttered. “Let me just wash it and get it over with.” Shedding the cloak wrapped around your shoulders—Obi-Wan’s, you realized—you stepped toward the river. You bent to rinse your hair, but as the cold water neared your skin, your breath caught. This time, the fear didn’t just ebb—it clawed back to the surface.

Obi-Wan was beside you in an instant, arms wrapping around your shoulders again. “Let me help you,” he whispered in your ear, his voice low and soft.

He guided you gently down to kneel, then sit. Your back was turned to the water now, and he extended his legs so your nape rested against his lap, a living cradle. His fingers were soft and careful, cupping water and guiding it to rinse the mud from your scalp. His signature brushed yours, steady and calming, coaxing your breath into rhythm through the Force.

His hands moved in slow, circular motions—temples, scalp, down to the knotted, heavy ends. Shampoo followed, and with it a kind of tranquility you hadn't expected to find with him.

You opened your eyes, and found his gaze fixed on you, unguarded and impossibly soft. And even if you still thought him the most insufferable boy in the galaxy, you let yourself indulge in the view for just a moment longer.

He conditioned your hair and rinsed it, and deeply you found it endearing that he did it almost as religiously as you.

When he finished, he helped you sit up, and only then did you notice the state of him: pants soaked through, clinging to his legs from where he'd sat in the wet grass without a second thought.

“My apologies,” you said with the brightest innocent smile you could muster.

He waved it off with a casual hand. “It’s alright.”

With his cloak wrapped around your shoulders again, the two of you walked back to the ship in intimate silence.

Qui-Gon stood on the ramp, arms crossed and a smirk playing on his lips like he’d been watching longer than he let on.

“Care to share today’s adventure?” he asked.

Obi-Wan was practically yellow with embarrassment.

So, with the boldness of a padawan who’s not speaking to their master, you intervened.

“Obi-Wan helped me wash my hair,” you said, breezing past with your own smirk.

Qui-Gon’s brow arched further, clearly entertained.

Obi-Wan ducked his head as he followed behind you. 

“I like her hair,” he muttered under his breath.

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I can easily imagine Obi-Wan and Siri Tachi meeting in the afterlife as Force ghosts. It would be a funny or touching reunion.

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Through the ice ❄ one-shot (siriwan fanfic)

The dim light within the cavern of Ilum seemed to shimmer with tiny crystals glinting on the frozen walls. The sound of the small boots of young Jedi echoed in hesitant footsteps. Obi-Wan Kenobi, at ten years old, panted slightly as he held a newly found pale blue crystal, still in awe of what he had just experienced.

He had finally found his Kyber crystal and was eager to assemble his first lightsaber. But his slip was a sudden misstep on a slippery ledge. He tried to grab hold of the icy rocks, but the ice burned his palm as if it were cutting through his palm. When he finally stopped slipping, he was in a low, narrow crevice. His hand throbbed, and the darkness around him seemed even quieter now that he was alone.

“Perfect…” he murmured, looking at the red cut on his hand. The ice had hurt him. He was lost. Ilum was like a maze, and though he felt the Force around him, he couldn’t tell where he had come from or how to get back. But then, the faint sound of footsteps was heard.

He looked up and saw a girl with short blonde hair, her cheeks red from the cold. Her keen eyes scanned the room, and she stopped in surprise when she saw him. She was also holding a small crystal in one hand.

“Are you lost too?” Obi-Wan asked with a half smile of relief that he wasn’t alone in this.

She frowned. “No. I know exactly where I’m going.”

Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow, “Ah, so you mean you know where the exit is?”

“...Not yet. But I know I’m close,” she said, lifting her chin. “I was just… exploring. Maybe even finding a shortcut.”

“Sure,” he replied, chuckling lightly. “So we’re two explorers who happen to be heading in the same direction without knowing where it is?”

She crossed her arms, suspicious, but the smile on his lips ended up softening her rigid expression.

“Maybe I’m a little lost,” she admitted, shrugging. “But not too much.”

“I see…” He approached her, “I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” He extended a hand to shake hers.

She hesitated for a second before approaching. “Siri Tachi.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said before trying to grab her hand, but as soon as she saw his injured hand, she grabbed his hand and turned his palm over to see that wound.

“You’re hurt.” She said.

“That's when I slipped. No big deal.”

“Yes, it is. Let me see.” She was already taking some bandages out of one of her pockets. Obi-Wan watched her, surprised by her precision and care. He didn’t say anything, just let her cover the wound with the small gauze and a bandage.

“Thank you,” he said, noting the neat bandage.

“Master Adi Gallia told me that every Jedi must be ready to look out for the well-being of others. Not just their own people, but also their fellow Jedi. You never know what might happen on a mission.”

Obi-Wan smiled.

“And now we have a way out to find.” She led the way.

“Hey, wait for me!” He goes after her.

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Author's note: I hope you liked it. This is a fanfic about Obi-Wan and Siri Tachi that I wanted to write in a single chapter. I have some ideas and maybe I'll bring more stuff ♡

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It is precisely because of the rarity of finding fanarts of Obi-Wan and Siri Tachi that I feel inspired to start drawing again. But whenever I see some fanart of Siri or Siri with Obi-Wan I get so happy.

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Still anxiously waiting for an honorable mention of Siri Tachi in the canon. Detail: she is already canon. But I hope to see her in an animated series one day or for a better appearance in the books and an interaction that doesn't ruin the beauty of the friendship and love that she and Obi-Wan had.

Either way I'll always be there for her ♡

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My favorite highly efficient yet completely incompatible space wizard team!

top right character/text combo came from @buckys-baby-boy bottom left is from @nevertheless-moving

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She's been shot with the chibi beam </3

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Gayle Rankin as Alys Rivers

2.06 • Smallfolk