#anakin was right sand is coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere

[cogentranting]

Lot of comments in the tags of my "Star Wars should have had Luke freak out about the amount of water on other planets" post by saying that Dune gets this right about deserts But actually it doesn't matter because Dune said 'we designed the perfect desert survival suit' but made it without any eye protection (or mouth covering) and then had Timmy Chalamet go stand next to a ship taking off from a sand dune as if the ensuing sand storm wouldn't rip his eyes to shreds. Dune has no rights here.

[padawanlost]

just saw a text post about how leia killing a slave master when anakin was a slave himself is cool but i find it interesting how ppl can find rational things to point out for stuff like that but when its anakin disliking a sandy planet like its ridiculous thing for him to say? but made so much sense cause you know... he's been enslaved there with his mom as a kid. idk i guess im still bitter of hayden/anakins treatment of his character

I get it but I believe the key here is to understand this weird moment we are a living right now (suddenly the prequels are cool and *everyone* had always loved them) by separating the old negative crap we were used to, from the genuine takes coming from the new found love the prequels are getting.

What I’m trying to say is the people who are excited by the prequels, who are discovering the value of the movies for the first time or just rediscovering it after so long, are not necessarily the same people who trashed the movies and made fun of Anakin’s “sand issues” or Hayden’s performance. So, to me at least, there’re two different issues here:

1 – for the longest time PT fans and Anakin fans had to deal with unfair amount of criticism, hate, mockery and even attacks. These behaviors came from part of the fandom and the media because for the longest time hating on the prequels made you cool and a “real star wars fan”.

2 – we have a bunch of new fans (literal new fans but also old fans who didn’t like or didn’t want to be seen liking the prequels) who are now vocal about the PT-Era, who want to talk about it, to engage, to discuss and, you know, just share their appreciation for the movies.

I try not to mix the two, especially in this particular case. From my own experience with this fandom, the people who trashed Anakin for not liking sand didn’t understand his character enough to get the impact slavery had on the Skywalker family.

I’ve talked about the “sand issue” here before:

But, to sum it up, the meaning behind the “I hate sand” is pretty obvious once you look beyond “Anakin is whiny/The prequels suck/George Lucas ruined my life”.

“When I was in Level Three, we used to come here for school retreat,” she said. She pointed out across the way, to another island. “See that island? We used to swim there every day. I love the water.” “I do, too. I guess it comes from growing up on a desert planet.” He was staring at her again, his eyes soaking in her beauty. He could tell that Padmé sensed his stare, but she pointedly continued to look out over the water. “We used to lie on the sand and let the sun dry us … and try to guess the names of the birds singing.” “I don’t like the sand. It’s coarse and rough and irritating. And it gets everywhere.” Padmé turned to look back at him “Not here,” Anakin went on. “It’s like that on Tatooine—everything’s like that on Tatooine. But here, everything’s soft, and smooth.” As he finished, hardly even aware of the motion, he reached out and stroked Padmé’s arm. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

It’s about childhood trauma, privilege and systemic injustice and inequality. The sand physically represents everything Anakin loathes about his home planet, specially when compared to Padmé’s own childhood and home planet:

“This is Anakin. Anakin, this is Ryoo and Pooja!” The blush on the pair as they shyly said hello brought a burst of laughter from Padmé and a smile to Anakin’s face, though he was equally ill at ease as the two children. The girls’ shyness lasted only as long as it took for them to notice the little droid rolling behind Anakin, trying to catch up. “Artoo!” they shouted in unison. Breaking away from Padmé, they rushed to the droid, leaping upon him, hugging him cheek to dome. And R2-D2 seemed equally thrilled, beeping and whistling as happily as Anakin had ever heard. Anakin couldn’t help but be touched by the scene, a view of innocence that he had never known. Well, not never, he had to admit. There were times when Shmi had found some way to produce such moments of joy amid the drudgery that was life as a slave on Tatooine. In their own way, in that dusty, dirty, hot, and smelly place, Anakin and his mother had carved out a few instants of innocent beauty. Here, though, such moments seemed so much more the norm than the memorable exception. [R.A. Salvatore. Attack of the Clones]

[Ahsoka] was hyperalert again, all her instincts firing. One of these millennia she’d make a pretty good Jedi, probably. Provided he could smooth the rough edges off her. “Yes, Master,” she said. “You can trust me.” He frowned down at her. Was I ever this young? Was this how I used to look to Obi-Wan? He doubted it. Slaves lost their innocence while they were still in the cradle. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: The Clone Wars: Wild Space]

Of course, because it became a meme used to “expose” George Lucas inability to write, direct or even understand what Star Wars is all about (eyeroll), that’s what most casual viewer think about when someone says “I hate sand”. But, on a more hopeful note, I do believe we’re doing good work claiming it back, by talking about it and even making memes about it in a way that’s not offensive to the characters, actors or fans. There are healthy, fun ways to laugh at Star wars  without diminishing the experiences and feelings of others.

Anakin represents so much different things to so many different fans it’s impossible to put everything in one single answer, but I hope you know I do understand exactly how you feel. I’m also very protective of Anakin, flaws and all. And it does annoy me to see people dismiss him and Hayden’s work in ways that can be very…cruel. But, Prequel/Anakin’s fans are awesome and now we’ve reclaimed the prequels proper place in history as peak star wars, we are unstoppable!! So let them come!

They just can’t accept how incredible Anakin’s story is, and that’s their loss.  

“Anakin had always hated sand. It was one of the many things about his Padawan that Obi-Wan understood better now that Anakin was dead. That was the horror of losing someone: Understanding came too late.” [Obi-wan Kenobi in Jude Watson’s The Last One Standing]

[sailorgoon13]

Anakin Skywalker

Basic Information

Name: Anakin Skywalker

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Birth Location: Tatooine

Current Residence: Coruscant

Affiliation: Republic

Occupation: Jedi Master

Physical Appearance

Height: 6 feet 2 inches (188 cm)

Body Type: Athletic and muscular

Skin Color: Fair

Hair Color: Light brown

Hair Style: Medium-length and tousled

Eye Color: Blue

Distinguishing Features: Has a scar on his right cheek, youthful and handsome

Clothing/Style: Sometimes wears specialized combat armor over his Jedi robes for protection, formal attire he wears more refined Jedi robes or tunics, often in richer colors.

Weapons: Blue blade lightsaber

Force Sensitivity: Yes

Force Affiliation: Begins as a Jedi, before the dark side consumed him.

Personality

Personality Traits: Brave, determined, compassionate, skillful and impulsive. Strong willed, loyal

Strengths: Exceptional pilot and mechanic, quick learner

Weaknesses: Impulsive, emotional instability, attachment, stubborn, fear of loss

Likes: Adventures, engineering, flying

Dislikes: rules and restrictions, manipulation, SAND

Fears: Loss, failure, powerlessness, abandonment

Ambitions: Wanting to be Jedi Master, end slavery and injustice, protecting his loved ones, gaining knowledge and power

Background

Family: -Shmi (Mother), kind and loving, was enslaved on Tatooine. Killed by Tusken raiders. -Padme Amidala (Wife) Former queen and later Senator for Taboo -Luke Skywalker (Son) Born of Padme before her death. Hidden and raised on Tatooine, becomes central part of the Rebels -Leia Organa (Daughter) Luke's twin sister. Raised as the Princess of Alderaan. Prominent leader in the Rebels and later the Resistance

Friends/Allies: -Qui-Gon Jinn (Mentor) The Jedi Master who discovered him on Tatooine, believed Anakin was the Chosen One -Obi-Wan Kenobi (Mentor/ Parental Figure/ "Brother") They had a deep and complex relationship with one another, filled with both love and conflict.

Enemies: Darth Maul, Count Dooku, General Grievous

Significant Events: -Being discovered and taken away from home as a young boy -The death of his mother -Secret marriage to Padme -Knighted as a Jedi -Duel with Dooku -Visions of Padme's death -Fall to the Dark Side

Skills and Abilities

Combat Skills: Exceptional duelist, mastered multiple forms, uses the force

Piloting Skills: His skills are crucial in many of the battles, known as one of the best pilots of his time

Mechanical Skills: Has a deep understanding for mechanics and engineering, allowing him to repair things easily like his starships or lightsabers

Languages: Basic, Huttese, can understand Binary(Droids) Bocce and Shyriiwook (though he does not speak those he understands it) 

Other Skills: Podracing, leadership, charisma, survival and force abilities

Miscellaneous

Favorite Food/Drink: Foods common on Tatooine, like fruits and veggies or spiced dishes. Drinks- Blue milk (all reminding him of simple times with mom)

Hobbies: Strategic games, fixing his starship or droids, flying

Smells Like: Incense, metal and sandalwood

Favorite quotes: "This is where the fun begins." "I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere."

[milfmacbeth]

3 hour mental health walk report:

saw a shaggy black dog that looked like it should be roaming the moors of north england. fuck yeah

saw several beautiful women and a guy with truly magnificent tits. huge win for bisexuality

saw 3 rats

listening to sleep token's entire discography while lying back on one of those round swings on an empty playground at sunset while being rained on is A Vibe

anakin was right. sand is coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere

being a rain enjoyer is funny as hell. everyone is huddled under umbrellas and miserable, i'm having a great time getting sogged. on all levels except physical, i am a frog

embarrassed myself in front of a stranger. nay!

smiled at the stranger and played it off. yay!

my legs hurt. oww

[carpe-aurore]

Taking a trip to the beach. You know what? Anakin WAS right. Sand sucks. Coarse, irritating and it gets everywhere.

[saintdollyparton]

With the phantom menace it’s fun to watch it from Palpatines point of view and thinking about how he’s manipulating literally everyone in the just the right way and how he makes things work for him in the end.

Also

“I don’t like sand, it’s rough coarse and irritating and it gets everywhere.”

Next up the clone wars animated show, I recently watched a compilation on YouTube about all the war crimes committed. On both sides. And not all by Anakin.

I also forgot to mention: Padme telling anakin they can’t be together all while dressed like a freaking dominatrix like girl what

LIKE A DOMINATRIX LMFAO YOU'RE SO RIGHT!

Honestly I'm so pissed his "game" worked on Natalie Portman who looks like a certified babe the entire movie.

[feyre-darling92]

Summer Vacation AU

Modern AU Inspired by the star wars summer vacation.

T/W: Kissing (if that’s considered a warning), except this none, only bad writing

Word Count: 1,317

A/N: I know I am late but here’s a summer one shot. Enjoy!

Vacation? You had to hear this word for more years than you’d like to admit.

No, vacation was not for you, not for a Jedi. But here you were, on an island along with Padme, Anakin, and Obi-Wan.

Yes, you read that right, Obi-Wan.

With the two formers, you had the best relationships, friends for many years with Anakin, same to Padme. But Obi-Wan? Oh, he was quite the case.

You had begun as Padawans at the same time, became Jedi knights at the same time but you were always... let’s say you weren’t either friends or enemies.

Of course, you had been together on almost every mission, which meant that you knew each other very well but there was always some kind of rivalry.

Unfortunately, he was in your mind more times than you’d like to admit, but that’s a story for another time. Or it isn’t?

__________________________________

“Y/N, we’re going to the beach, are you coming?” Anakin knocked on your door. 

It was late afternoon and you thought why not?

“Give me ten minutes!” you replied and got ready.

When you went downstairs you were met with Padme applying sunscreen on Anakin who was complaining and Obi-Wan who was reading sitting on a sofa.

“Aren’t you coming?” you raised your eyebrows in question and crossed your arms in your chest.

“I might join you later” he replied not looking away from his book.

“You’ll miss all the fun”

“Reading is fun too, you know”

“Obi-Wan, we’re here to relax, not study!”

“What do you know of fun?” he now looked you in the eyes.

In the meanwhile, Padme and Anakin had stopped their previous activities and were now watching you. Padme always said that you and Obi-Wan were perfect for each other and Anakin who had happened to walk at this moment, hearing what Padme had said agreed as well.

You had done nothing more but shot them a death glance.

“What do you know of fun?” you asked more stubborn than ever.

“Alright, we have to get going, Obi-Wan you’re free to join us anytime” Padme cut you off before he could reply.

“As for the fun part, you’re both boring” Anakin laughed.

“Shut up, Anakin!” you both said in unison.

When you arrived at the beach it was already crowded with people enjoying themselves.

You took off your top and shorts, staying in your swimsuit. It was strange, but in a good way, having used to wear all those layers of the Jedi robes.

“Ugh, sand, it’s-”

“It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. We know, Anakin” you said and earned a laugh from Padme and an annoyed glare from Anakin.

He lifted you and threw you into the sea, the sudden change of temperature and shock making you scream.

Anakin laughed but not for too long as you grabbed him and dropped to the water as well.

Padme joined you after a while, you and Anakin attacking her from behind, splashing water and laughing.

Maker, you hadn’t had so much fun for a long time.

After an hour of fighting and laughing, you got out of the water, grabbing a towel to dry yourself.

You sat on another towel you had spread so you didn’t have to sit on the sand, Anakin had insisted on it, and after a couple of minutes of enjoying the scenery in front of you, you took out your book and started reading.

“And you said I was boring” you heard a voice from behind you.

“Look who decided to join us” you closed your book and looked at Obi-Wan who was standing now in front of you.

“Hope I’m not too late” 

“Oh, no. Padme and Anakin are still swimming”

He said nothing but took off his shirt.

Oh, maker.

You had never seen him wearing anything except his Jedi robes and this was... a great change considering he was only wearing his swimsuit.

You tried neither stare nor blush but both tasks seemed impossible.

Alright, you had to admit it. He was handsome, all those years of training leaving their mark on his muscular body.

“Something interesting, darling?” he raised an eyebrow, which along with the nickname made you blush even more.

“Nope”

“Alright, then. See you in a while, love”

After everyone was out of the sea and dry you decided to the hotel after you and Obi-Wan apologized to Anakin and swore that you wouldn’t throw him sand again.

Nevertheless, you didn't regret it and you were going to do it again. You just hadn’t decided when.

After showering you heard someone knocking on the door again.

“Y/N, it’s me” you heard Padme.

“Come in” you wrapped your towel around you and greeted Padme.

“We are going to the beach bar near the hotel. Are you coming?”

“Uh, yeah, of course, but I forgot to bring a dress with me” you admitted a bit ashamed.

“Oh, that’s not a problem at all, I can give you one! Come on” you got dressed and followed her to her room.

After choosing a white dress you went downstairs where you found the boys waiting for you.

Obi-Wan was again quite the surprise, wearing dark green shorts and a floral shirt buttoned only halfway up, his hair a bit messier than usual and a cheesy grin on his face.

He must’ve seen you starring at him because his smile grew bigger,

“You look beautiful too”

“What?”

“Oh, judging by your eyes I guessed you were trying to say that I look good”

“Idiot” you muttered and walked past him, taking Padme’s hand and walking ahead of them.

“Not a word,” you said to her as you sensed that she was about to say something.

When you entered the bar the loud music and the crowded space were enough to make you forget your previous conversation with him.

“You look quite surprised. Haven’t you been in a beach bar before?”

Why did he have to observe everything?

“I never had the chance. Actually, it’s been years since I had a day off” you admitted. “But, wait a minute. Have you been in a beach bar before, Kenobi?”

“Oh, yes. A couple of times”

“I am sorry?” your jaw dropped, “You’re saying to me that Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Jedi Master has been in a beach bar not only one but two or more times?”

“It was for a mission”

“Oh, and you had begun to be interesting” you joked and drank your drink.

“I am interesting”

“I can see that”

“Well, you’re no more interesting, so we are very alike”

“Are you trying to hit on me?”

“I don’t know, would that work?”

You thought about it for a few seconds.

“Maybe” you smiled shyly.

“Well, in this case” he grinned and gently grabbed your chin, lifting your head so that you looked him in the eyes.

“Stars, I love you” he whispered.

“I love you too. Even when you’re insufferable”

“But you love me!”

“Yes” you chuckled, “I do”

He said nothing and kissed you, gently, slowly running his hand to your hair but then you put your hands around his neck bringing him closer and deepening the kiss.

Only when you were breathless did you pull away and looked into each other’s eyes. No words were needed.

“Padme, you own me 10 credits” you heard Anakin say.

“Excuse me?” you asked surprised.

“Oh, dear, you two were the only ones who didn’t see that you’re perfect for each other. Why do you think it’s just the four of us?”

“Oh, Anakin, you better start running,” you said and he hid behind Padme, earning laughs from all of you.

“Aren’t you happy that it worked?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Oh, yes. And that’s why” you grabbed his hand and started dragging him away “You’ll excuse us for the rest of the night” you wink at him.

[swiftiephobe]

everyone's always clowning on anakin for his "i don't like sand" line but y'know what he was right! it is coarse, it is rough, it is irritating, and it does get everywhere

[tennessoui]

but anakin hates sand how could mobi-wan think it's a good idea to take him to the beach for their honeymoon? does anakin have like an intense moment where he's watching the car roll to a stop in front of a beach house and he's wondering if obi-wan even knows him at all?

oooohhh ok so so so right as much as i do love the memes and how much fandom has latched onto anakin skywalker, hater of sand, i just wanna return that scene to its original context for a second, right?

like so padmé's line before the famous sand line is talking about how she and her handmaidens/friends? used to come here for school retreats and holidays and they would swim out to the island and lay in the sand and dry off and listen to the birds.

and anakin after a few seconds says he doesn't like sand. because it's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. but what he's doing is trying to relate to her childhood story of a very privileged life. but since he grew up a slave, he doesn't have any fond golden-tinted memories of something like that to share. tatooine, a planet made of sand, isn't something he ever chose or liked. he's trying to respond, to build a connection, but their childhoods/young adult lives are just so different that this comes off sounding just out of place but i actually like it a lot!!!

But basically, in PBATMB, Anakin doesn't have a reason to hate sand because he wasn't a slave on tatooine! he might not like it the way, you know, i don't like sand because it does get everywhere, but he doesn't hate it! why would he? i don't think PBATMB!Anakin has ever been to a beach anyway so it's a new experience for him in my mind.

[stranger-nightmare]

there is no way I'm letting a guy get some in the sand. Idc how much i love him. Sand is rough, coarse, irritating, and it gets EVERYWHERE😂

Right?? I would literally let these fictional men do whatever they want to me, degrade me, humiliate me, whatever whatever… But I am drawing the line at doing it in the sand, Anakin knew exactly what he was talking about when he said this🥴😫

- Hope🐝

[cluelessgurl]

This was requested by the kind @just-my-weirdness-and-i . Hope you like it ! <3

Every way

Pairing- Anakin Skywalker X Female reader Modern AU

Summary- You and Anakin are on your honeymoon, and your previous hen night left some unexpected surprises for the both of you.

Warnings- Slight mentions of some intimate acts, mentions of alcohol (All consensual) :)

Words- 1.5 K

All that needs to be said about your’s and Anakin’s last night of ‘freedom’ is that it was wild. Ahsoka and your friends could not recollect the last part of the night, and Anakin and Obi-Wan seemed far too happy on their arrival home.

After your wedding, which was everything you had ever imagined, you were certain you loved him with every fibre in your body and Anakin knew he’d never live without you. Anakin loved pleasing you, in every way he could, from the way he made you smile, the way he spoke through his low but comforting voice,the way he held you at your weakest moments, the way he proclaimed his love for you like he wasn’t afraid of the world. It all made you feel free, it made you feel deep in love.You and Anakin had been contemplating your lover’s getaway for a long time now, he couldn’t decide as he always wanted what was in your best interest. So, you took it upon yourself to decide for the both of you, Obi-Wan suggested a secluded place away from the hustle and bustle of the city, which interested you. This is how you came to the conclusion that you would retreat to the Maldives.

‘I don’t understand why you don’t like sand Anakin, it’s just sand’ you chuckled ‘Because it’s coarse , rough, irritating and it gets everywhere’ he complained ‘Come on! It will be so much fun and you’ll have me by side, you won’t even notice’ ‘Fine whatever the lady asks for, she gets’ he spoke smiling through his words, ‘You have no idea how much I love you’ ‘Oh no princess, you have no idea what depths I’d go to for you’ Anakin smiled and held you in a warm embrace, holding the back of your head, you lived for his hugs.

The flight there was far too long for your liking, but Anakin seemed content sleeping on your shoulder throughout, watching his favourite movie you’d both watched a thousand times, you kept yourself busy with your nose in a book. Finally, you made it to your hotel in the evening, this hotel was special, it was situated just above the water, barely missing the sand, much to Anakin’s liking. ‘I told you, it won't be so bad Ani’ ‘I never doubted you darling, although let’s go get some dinner before you become a little frustrated let’s just say’ he suggested mischievously ‘You mean before you start to get cranky Ani, it’s never me’ you argued playfully ‘ If you say so’ he smirked whilst he stroked your back, sending gentle shivers down your back. He knew the exact effect he had on your body and mind, he loved the fact that you would still react the same way to his touch, much like the first time he had done so, he loved you with his whole heart, and he knew you felt the same, the wide smile adorned on your face, his wife’s face told him that clearly. ‘Now go ahead, get dressed, I love watching you get ready’ your heart never failed to skip a beat when he spoke to you so comfortingly, it made your insecure mind quieten ‘Alright, as you wish’ you replied as his toothy grin made you chuckle.

Ahsoka had made sure you had taken a ‘risky’ dress as she liked to put it, it was blue, Anakin’s favourite colour, and your body felt comfortable but sultry in it. After you changed,you walked out of the bathroom only to see Anakin in his classic black suit, he looked dashing, almost as good as he did at your wedding.However, he seemed to be fiddling with his tie ‘Ani, let me help you with that darling’ you spoke softly and walked up to him as his eyes locked onto you form. Oh god, she is mesmerising, look at her, she is literally glowing, her beauty is beyond anything I have ever laid my eyes on and she happens to be my wife, I am the luckiest man alive. That dress looks so good on her, hugging her in every right way, all the dips and -Oh she’s fixing my tie, the view from up here is far more tempting than Obi- Wan on the morning of the wedding, scolding me for not being able to do such a ‘simple’ task. All these thoughts, you standing below him, was telling him no, ordering him to take that dress off and caress you in every right way, to worship you. ‘All done, let’s go now I think I am starting to get frustrated, and we're going to miss our reservations if we don’t hurry’ you spoke as you broke his train of thought,Anakin was starting to get frustrated too, just in a different way but he had to compose himself ‘Of course angel, we wouldn’t want that now would we’ ‘No, absolutely not’ you spoke through your red painted lips as you linked your arm into his, Anakin would have to shake his thoughts off as you both set off.

Dinner was exquisite, you and Anakin had the greatest time, chatting and reminiscing about old times and funny moments you two had shared over the years paired with a glass of champagne well, you both had gone through a few glasses. So much so, that you couldn’t help but notice how sculpted Anakin's arms looked through that crisp white shirt now that he had taken the jacket off, or how defined his jaw looked with every word he uttered, his hand wrapped around the champagne glass led your imagination to wild avenues, places they could be wrapped around instead and you certainly noticed how his eyes had darkened ever since he saw you in that dress, you knew him all too well you knew his mind was wandering like yours.

This all led to you being pinned against the door of your room, fumbling to take Anakin’s shirt off ,lips locked, with you both attached to the hip. He was determined to make you understand just how beautiful you are, to listen and tend to every need of your body, to express every way he loved you. Listening to his thoughts from earlier in the evening, he wanted to be the one to take off the dress so,whilst still engaging in the passionate kiss, he wrapped your legs around his waist and set you down gently on the bed. He adorned you with kisses, igniting shivers and small gasps from you, he roamed from your neck to your shoulders, arms, eventually wandering to your legs. He got up in anticipation to take the shoes off your feet, but as he did so he noticed something etched onto the bottom of your foot, he focused as he read out loud ‘Skywalker’, at this point you opened your eyes and sat up to look at Anakin smiling at your foot, feeling quite bizarre you retreated them back up as you spoke with your eyebrows furrowed ‘Huh? Is everything alright? Did you have too much to drink Ani? Do you want to just go to bed darling?’ he chuckled heartily ‘No princess I’m doing just fine, over the moon actually. You seem confused though, maybe you should see this’ your confusion turned into shock as he held up a mirror to reflect the words and as your hands went to cover face in embarrassment; your memories of the last part of your hen night came flooding back.Ahsoka had thought it would be a great idea if you got your beloved’s surname and now yours bear in mind, tattooed, and your highly intoxicated self thought it was a great idea. ‘Oh god, okay just hear me out’ you spoke restlessly as you explained the whole story to him. It had made Anakin laugh full heartedly, as he clutched onto his chest, and lifted your leg up to look at it again a few times. Although, you had not done it level headedly, he adored it, he thought it was very sentimental and only made him feel as though he’d never lose you, it made him feel loved knowing that you shared his surname and were so committed to him that you’d go to such lengths ‘I hope you know, I actually love it. The surname doesn’t only just suit your name Y/N but also looks beautiful carved onto your skin’ he spoke tenderly ‘Really? You really mean that? You asked speaking through your hand that was still covering your face ‘Absolutely angel, your name is etched onto my heart forever and looking at that name, our name makes it even more permanent’ this brought such warmth to your chest, you got up to embrace him and he did not hesitate to reciprocate ‘I love you Anakin’ you mumbled resting on his shoulder, ‘I love you too Y/N, in every way’

[aces-to-apples]

Anakin, when he finds Clones having sex with sand: WHY SAND OF ALL THINGS? It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere!

Anakin: I'm right here!

[manny-jacinto]

💕 get to know your mutuals!! when you get this, it means someone wants to know more about you, so list 5 things about yourself you want your followers to know. they can be as simple as your age or as complex as your deepest fear, as long as it’s something you’re comfortable with sharing. when you’re done, send this to 10 people you want to get to know better!! 🥺🌼💕

thanks for the message, pat ❤️

i’ve got a romeo + juliet tattoo

anakin is right, sand is coarse, rough, irritating and it gets everywhere and i myself don’t like it

 i’ve lived in macau and in the usa for very small amount of time but i really wish i went living in another country 

and that’s it i’m blanking for the 2 remaining facts 😅

[labyrinth-runner]

i was wondering if you could write MEGA fluff :) when obi wan and his padawan is in exile on tatooine after order 66 and they both comfort each other which leads into like cute steamy fluff? i hope im not asking for much! have a great night btw!

Alrighty! We’re here for a fluffy Friday, aren't we, friends?

You’d barely made it out alive from the slaughter, hiding in a vent and making yourself so small the troops couldn’t find you. With horror, you covered your mouth to muffle the cries of pain coming from you as you watched as everyone you’d grown up with: every youngling, every Padawan, every Master in the temple was slaughtered right in front of your eyes. Silent tears had streamed down your cheeks as you hid, every loss of life like a sharp knife to your heart. There was nothing you could do, or you would’ve been killed as well.

After they left the temple, there was silence. It was deafening. Creeping out of your hiding spot, you looked down the hall at where Anakin Skywalker and the rest of the clones had disappeared in disbelief. One of your own had turned. Your eyes widened as you took in the massacre in front of your eyes, checking every body to see if there were any survivors. There were none. Footsteps sounded down the hall, and you concealed yourself again until they passed. 

“Something terrible has happened,” Obi-Wan told Master Yoda. “Who could have done this?”

Obi-Wan. You’d know your former Master anywhere. 

“Alone, we are not,” Master Yoda said, pausing in the hall. “Come out, you may.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took a step out from your spot.

Obi-Wan’s eyes softened as they caught sight of you. 

“What happened?” he asked you, pleading for an answer.

How could you tell him that the person he thought of as a brother had betrayed you all? You shook your head sadly, tears pricking at your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

Obi-Wan took a step back in disbelief. “No. No, it can’t be.”

“Check the surveillance tapes, you should,” Master Yoda replied, already knowing the truth.

Obi-Wan did just that. You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as he watched it all unfold. His hand slipped up to squeeze yours.

“I have failed him,” he replied despondently. “I’ve got to find him.”

You watched him disappear down the hall, leaving you with Master Yoda. 

“Go, we should,” the elder Master said.

“Go where, Master? There’s nowhere safe to go,” you replied softly.

“Allies, we still have, young one,” Master Yoda told you before leaving.

You followed him out, finding yourselves soon on a ship with Senator Organa, having lost Senator Amidala in childbirth.

Looking over at the babes in the arms of Obi-Wan, you felt a flicker of emotion. At one point, you’d thought of leaving the Order to have a life with him, one with children of your own. You felt guilty about it now, as you realized that you’d never left the Order, the Order had been ripped from you instead. Dreams of a normal life seemed selfish since none of your friends could ever have a life like that. Listening half-heartedly, the Masters decided to split up the children and send them to different systems. Master Yoda would go live on his own, and Obi-Wan would watch over the boy on Tatooine. 

“What of me?” you asked, finally tuning in. “Where should I go?”

“Well, it might be easier for a couple to blend in on Tatooine than just a man,” Senator Organa suggested. “It’ll keep women from being too curious of the man in the desert since he’ll be considered to be taken, and it’s not odd for couples to go out on their own to make something of themselves.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flicked over to yours, gauging your reaction as he handed Leia to Senator Organa.

“It’ll be just like old times,” you said with a small smile, but you regretted the words the second they left your mouth. Nothing would ever be like old times. Not anymore.

He offered Luke to you, and you took the small child, marveling at how the Force could be so cruel as to give this child such a dark legacy. Hopefully it wouldn’t loom over him.

As you felt the weight of the child in your arms, it’s purity washed over you, giving you hope. The Order had ended, but that didn’t mean that the Force had given up on the galaxy.

You’d all parted ways then, off to your new lives. The trip to Tatooine had been arduous, and Obi-Wan was a little out of his element with the child, but you stepped in when he got overwhelmed. After dropping the boy off with his Aunt and Uncle, you settled into an abandoned farm on the edge of an uninhabited stretch of sand. 

It was coarse and rough and irritating against your skin. You felt the moisture being sucked from your skin moments after exiting into the sun. Not to mention, it got everywhere. Sweeping the home was a constant chore until you finally convinced Obi-Wan to get a door, arguing that you couldn’t live like this after a particularly strong sandstorm struck.

The days dragged on as the two of you skirted around each other, not discussing anything that had happened. Sometimes you saw him stand in the doorway, staring out into the desert at nothing, but you knew he was witnessing something. Perhaps something that had happened ages ago, but something nonetheless. It broke your heart. 

He was doing it again tonight as you put dinner on the table. Gently, you went over and slid a hand up his arm.

“Credit for your thoughts, Master?” you murmured.

“Just remembering something, young one,” he replied, looking down at your hand on his arm.

“Obi-Wan, you can talk to me,” you reassured him. “What were you remembering?”

He sighed, placing his hand on top of yours and lacing his fingers with yours. “When Qui-Gon first brought this boy onto the ship, I wasn't happy. I knew he’d be a handful, and I knew Qui-Gon had a tendency to pick up dead weight. Then... Qui-Gon was gone, and Anakin looked to me to be there for him. I could never... I could never be what he needed me to be. Qui-Gon was a father to me, but I never saw Anakin as a son. He was always my brother. Yet, he kept so much from me. He didn’t trust me with his troubles. I could have helped him. I could have been there. Instead, I failed him. I failed the Order,” he told you, his voice breaking slightly. “This is all my fault.”

You spun him towards you at that moment and took his face in your hands. “Obi-Wan, none of this is your fault. It is not a Master’s job to do everything for their Padawan, or even be there for them no matter what. A Master’s job is to shape them into their own person, to teach them how to use the force, and to guide them so that when they’re alone, they can guide themselves. However, once they are knighted, all the decisions they make are their own,” you reminded him. On instinct, you tipped up on your toes to kiss his tears away. 

When you pulled back, you were still quite close. His hands came up to hold your face, looking down at you with crystalline blue eyes that shone like a clear sea when the sun glinted off it just right. His thumb stroked across your cheek, hands rough and cracked from working in the sun.

“Obi-Wan,” you murmured, inching closer.

“Darling, the Code,” he replied, but he was leaning in.

“The Order is done. We’re free to start over,” you replied. “I want to start over with you.”

He tilted his head and his lips connected with yours. The kiss was tentative at first, testing out new waters that neither of you had traveled before. However, soon enough it grew heated and desperate, finding the emotions you’d both suppressed for years finally bubbling out. His lips strayed from yours to kiss a trail down your jaw. Your hands worked at his robes, pushing them off his shoulders. Hands were in a flurry as your clothes were shed. Rapid steps moved you towards the bed until you were a tangle of limbs in the sheets. Lips sought skin as hands smoothed over muscles and curves. You felt small under him as he caged you in, worshipping you. When he entered, it was like the stars aligned. His movement was slow and gentle, wanting to enjoy the first time with you. Hips rocked against each other like waves rocked a boat, over and over. You anchored yourself in the force, trying to hold off for as long as you could. Ultimately, a wave of pleasure washed over the both of you, sending you sailing away into bliss. 

“I love you, darling,” he breathed against your ear as he held you close.

“I love you, too,” you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, glad that although this wasn’t the journey you had planned, you were going through it together. 

[dettiot]

Luke ending up back in time and instead of being worried about Anakin’s fall he’s more concerned about being born at all after seeing Anakin’s awkward flirting. Surprisingly Padme is into it

I wasn’t feeling the time travel angle, so I went in a different direction. Hope you enjoy!

“Are you gonna get that, Skywalker?” 

“I’m busy,” Luke said as he kissed Mara’s neck, ignoring the chiming of his comlink. 

His fiancee huffed and pushed at him, reaching down to pluck the comlink off his belt. “If this is Leia, I’m gonna tell her why you were gonna ignore her.” 

“And I’ll tell her what I was doing,” Luke countered, grinning at her. 

She rolled her eyes and thumbed the comlink. “Luke Skywalker’s comm.” 

“Hello, this is Lina Jinzle,” a brisk female voice said. “I’m part of the archaeological team working on the Mount Tantiss project. We’ve discovered something we thought Master Skywalker might be interested in.” 

Luke took the comlink and spoke into it. “This is Luke Skywalker. What is it, Ms. Jinzle?” 

“We discovered some datacards with security drone footage from the pre-Clone Wars era. And based on the facial recognition algorithms we used . . . it would appear the footage features your father.” 

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With a degree of hesitation, Luke set up his holounit to play the datacards he had received from Lina Jinzle. Seeing his father as he was--young, alive, unscarred by battle and struggle . . . 

He wasn’t sure how he would react to seeing Anakin Skywalker like that. 

At least Mara was here with him. Her clear-eyed outlook would help keep him from falling into despair. 

“All right, Farmboy, drink up.” 

A glass of starshine appeared in front of him, and he took it before giving her a skeptical look, complete with raised eyebrow.

“You’re gonna need it at some point. Might as well have it now,” she said practically as she sat down beside him with her own glass. 

She wasn’t wrong. So Luke threw back the starshine and sat back on the sofa, cueing the holounit to begin playing the footage. 

The footage was in surprisingly good condition. Good enough that when the image filled the screen, Luke sucked in a breath. 

“Wow,” Mara said softly. “I . . . I didn’t realize how much you look like him.” 

He couldn’t help leaning forward. “He’s taller than me.”

“It wasn’t just the suit, apparently,” Mara said, resting a hand on Luke’s back. 

Shaking his head, Luke kept watching the footage. His father looked so young. Perhaps not even twenty yet, based on the Padawan braid Luke recognized from his readings on the former Jedi. He was walking with a ginger-haired and bearded man--it could only be--

“Ben,” Luke breathed out. 

Seeing his father with his Master, with Luke’s first Master, made something twist inside Luke. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep watching--but he also didn’t want to stop. 

Anakin and Obi-Wan walked towards a transport, stepping onto it. After a few moments, Anakin left, now accompanied by a petite woman, dressed in some kind of elaborate headdress and matching robes. And following them--

“Artoo!” Luke said in surprise.

“What’s the little tin can doing there?” Mara said, tilting her head. “Because that’s definitely your droid.” 

“I don’t know,” Luke said, continuing to watch, but resolving to check with Artoo as soon as the video was over. 

The landscape changed from what was clearly Coruscant to a planet unlike anything Luke had ever seen. It was so . . . so green. The camera flew over lush fields, then circled around an elegant-looking villa on the shore of a large lake. Between the soft sound of waves and the distant mountains, the whole aura was one of peace and serenity.

“Different footage from a much better security drone,” Mara said quietly beside him. “‘Cause this has got sound.” 

Before Luke could reply, the camera on the camera drone zoomed in, focusing on two people on a balcony. One of them was Anakin, and the other was the same woman as before, Luke guessed. Only now, she was wearing a flowing dress in shades of cream, pink and blue, one that exposed her shoulders and her back. 

“I love the water,” the woman said. “We used to lie out on the sand and let the sun dry us and try to guess the names of the birds singing.” 

Anakin and the unknown woman came to a pause at the end of the balcony, leaning on the railing. 

“I don't like sand,” Anakin said. Luke wasn’t sure, but it appeared he was reaching out to touch the woman’s hand. “It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere. Not like here. Here everything is soft and smooth.” 

Luke blinked. Was--was his father flirting?

Then his eyes widened as Anakin leaned in and kissed the woman. 

“What--why--I don’t--” Luke spluttered. 

“Considering where this footage was found, I suspected it was Palpatine behind this from the beginning,” Mara said, rubbing his back. “He probably wanted to keep an eye on your father whenever he left Coruscant.”

“No!” Luke said, turning to look at Mara. “How did a line like ‘I don’t like sand’ work? Why is she letting him kiss her?”

Mara stared at him, then snorted with laughter. “Luke. You don’t wear a dress like she’s wearing if you’re not interested in the man you’re with.” 

Of course, Mara would know, but . . . but still!

Luke turned back to the screen. The footage had advanced, showing some kind of picnic in a field of tall grass and wildflowers. The woman was in yet another elaborate gown, her brown hair loose and curly. 

As the footage continued, showing his father smiling at the woman and her smiles in return, Luke found himself watching her as much as Anakin. Could . . . could this woman be his mother? Her brown hair and eyes certainly reminded him of Leia. 

As the footage continued to what looked like a dinner, Mara said, “I’d kill for this woman’s wardrobe.” 

He huffed out a small laugh and nodded. The camera somehow managed to follow his father and the woman into another room after dinner. Their conversation was somewhat muted, but still audible. 

“From the moment I met you, all those years ago, not a day has gone by when I haven't thought of you,” Anakin said, gazing at the woman. As soon as he began speaking, she rose to her feet and turned away from him. This put her face in the direct line of the camera, allowing her expression to be clearly visible. To see the sadness, the longing, playing out over her face as his father kept speaking.

“And now that I'm with you again... I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you- I can't breath. I'm haunted by the kiss that you should never have given me. My heart is beating... hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me... what can I do?- I will do anything you ask. If you are suffering as much as I am, please, tell me.”

Luke had heard enough. He waved his hand to pause the playback. “I don’t understand.” 

“What, Luke?” Mara asked, moving closer to him. 

“This woman--my father has known her for years, he said, and he’s clearly in love with her, and he is talking like some second-rate holodrama hero, and . . . and she likes it?” Luke rose to his feet, running his hands through his hair. “I just . . . it doesn’t fit with anything I know about my father.” 

Mara sighed softly. “Luke, what do you really know about him? Not much. And seeing him in love . . . that’s very different from any other side of him, it would seem.” 

“If you were in her place,” Luke said, gesturing to the woman on screen, “would you have fallen for all of that?” 

She shrugged. “Maybe. I mean, she definitely is.” Mara cocked an eyebrow at him. “And really . . . you knew it had to be something like this. Otherwise you and Leia wouldn’t be here.” 

Blowing out a breath, Luke drew on the Force to center himself, then sat back down. He took Mara’s hand and gazed at her. “Do you think that’s my mother?” 

Mara’s eyes drifted back to the screen. She nodded. “Yes.” 

“She looks like Leia,” Luke said in agreement, looking back at the screen. He reached out, using the Force to start the holounit again. He wrapped an arm around Mara, pulling her close as they watched the rest of the footage, which soon shifted to his father fighting battles, training a Togruta Padawan, and leading his men through the Clone Wars. 

Yet as impressive as Anakin Skywalker was in the heat of battle, Luke felt like that wasn’t really his father. No, his father was the man who romanced a beautiful, intelligent woman, who was honest enough to tell her the truth, despite what the Jedi Code said. 

And perhaps someday, he would know about the woman who was enough to capture his father’s heart. 

End.

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Anakin Skywalker was right about sand. It is coarse, rough, irritating and getting everywhere