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haydewan · 2 years ago

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Please watch this and tell me what you think about

https://cinematicsstuff.tumblr.com/post/690782439092764672/boyfriends-bestfriends-sending-coded-messages-to

Also, for Ewan touching his wedding ring during other solo interviews, I wonder if he's not doing it with Hayden in mind.

I may be crazy, but I also wonder if Ewan's marriage to Mary Elizabeth winstead isn't a PR stunt to hide Ewan and Hayden's marriage ?

I know it's a bit crazy, but I can't help wondering, especially since, when the Obi-Wan Kenobi series was released, Lucas Film offered a product: two alliances, one being that of Obiwan and the other that of Darth Vader. Yes, it's probably to promote the series, but I wonder if it wasn't a way for the team behind Lucas Film to show that they support them?

I'm probably going to far away but well, I can't help it 😅

Well hello there! Thank you for your kind words, I very much appreciate it☺️

Here are my thoughts:

The touchy-touchy

I’m 99.99% sure that’s a bracelet Briar made for him, it’s colourful, vibrant, childish, with beads and stuff, very handmade look. I’m not an expert in body language, so I tend to not read too much into it and I don’t think most of the movements have any specific intentional meaning. I’m sure everyone does this from time to time, like I’ve been wearing a Marvel-related necklace for years, sometimes I touch it and think: “Wow, I really love this necklace”, but other times I touch just to adjust it or make sure it’s in the right place. Still, I could be wrong. Maybe it’s not my area of expertise, I’m just a simple gal trying to make my way in the fandom. Don’t rule out any possibility tho, however small it might be.

The PR stunt

I don’t know a lot about how Hollywood PR works exactly, but this one doesn’t look like one to me. From the “reality point of view”, it started long before he and Hayden reconnected, then got really ugly really quick, it was an utter disaster. But again, if it really were a stunt, wouldn’t it be a bit too much to add a shared child into an already complicated chaos? I mean with all the property and custody issues, that’s too high of a cost and stake so it wouldn’t make much sense. One thing I find really interesting tho is Hayden was in LA on April 21, just before the wedding(April 23), I wonder if he got invited👀

Also, the Kenobi press tour basically started right after the wedding and the first two stops were Germany and UK, which made it look like a European honeymoon for these two. Now that I think about it, this theory actually makes an awesome fanfic idea, I’ve never thought this way but it could totally work!🤯

The rings

I would very much like to meet the genius designer who thought “Obi-Wan and Darth Vader themed wedding bands, what a great idea!” Unfortunately, this is just another co-branding strategy to promote the show and sell more merchandises. If anything, Lucasfim was merely showing support for Obikin/Vaderwan, not the actors, otherwise both their agencies would have to pay Disney and Lucasfilm huge money to do so. Sorry if I come off as negative and disappointing, but the corporation is all business, like the Kenobi-inspired vehicles collaborated by LFL and Volkswagen(VW sponsored the show), they even got Doug Chiang to spend six weeks designing it and had Ewan over to visit their factory in Wolfsburg.

The Vanity Fair interview

Here you go, you must’ve read it before. It’s one of, if not my most favourite interview ever. It uses their real-life relationship as the entry point, weaving together the developing process of the show and the character dissections, bit by bit, tells the story of how they reunited and returned to the characters, so beautifully written and full of small details, it’s like the wildest dream come true.

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glare-gryphon · 8 years ago

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8 or 18 for the multipurpose prompts?

@the-obi-wan-for-you

You didn’t leave me a pairing, but I figured Obikin was a safe bet ;)

I’ve seen lots of Mafia Obikin going around of late, and I wanted to try my hand at it. I’d actually love to write more for this AU, if you all would like to read it. It was a lot of fun!

Rating: T

Prompt: “Unearthed Bones”

Relationships: Pre-Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker

Additional Tags: Organized Crime AU, mentions of drug use/abuse, first meeting

~2250 Words

There are days when Ben honestly wonders if Ahsoka thinks him stupid.

On these days, when the flow of people in and out of the library is slower than usual, he watches from the front desk as a stream of twitchy men and women with sallow, sunken skin meander through the aisles with a nonchalance that is hardly convincing. They always end up in the same aisle, in the end, plucking the same book from the shelf. It an old law tome, battered and outdated; hardly the sort of thing the average man off the street would be interested in when they have the rest of Tatooine’s library at their disposal. In fact, the only reason Ben hasn’t been told to take the book off the shelves is because of its high rate of usage. These people carry it back up to the front desk without delay, reluctantly handing it to Ben, who scans their respective library card before the volume is all but snatched from his grip. When they stumble back out the front door, they don’t go far. Often he watches them stop just outside, rustling though the pages before stuffing something in their pockets and dropping the book back in the return slot with a soft thunk. Ahsoka, ever diligent, returns the book to its place on the shelf, and seems to genuinely think Ben doesn’t notice when she slips something between the pages on her way there.

Ben has been working at the Tatooine Library for a little under a year. His assistant, a girl by the name of Ahsoka Tano, had come with the position. Tano is in her mid-teens, with dark skin and bleached, white hair. She is, as far as assistants go, actually fairly competent. She arrives on time, does her work efficiently, and rarely ever calls out. All things considered, Ben would take a perfect assistant running drugs through his library over an incompetent assistant any day. Stars knows he has made more than his fair share of questionable decisions in his life; it’s the reason he’s been so patient with the steady stream of junkies that stumble through their doors on a daily basis. Who is he to judge?

Though he does wonder how stupid someone else had to be to not notice what, exactly, is going on here. It’d been fairly obvious to him from day one.

It comes to a head, however, when one of Ahsoka’s customers arrives still riding his previous high. He’s wild-eyed and twitchier than usual, drawing the attention of the library’s more respectable patrons as he stumbles through the aisles. Ben watches as they mutter to themselves, women steering their children out of the way, and regretfully realizes that he’s going to have to step in before someone makes a rash decision. He’s come to like his predicable little job in this predictable little town; it’s been a pleasant change of pace from… well… the rest of his life.

So he forces himself out from behind the desk. Ahsoka tries to catch his attention, attempting to derail his plan of approaching the man, but Ben brushes her off. Instead, he weaves his way through the library’s aisles, making his way over to where he knows the desired book to be. The man is just pulling it off the shelf when he arrives, and turns to find Ben standing just behind him when he makes to head back to the front of the library.

“C-can I help you, Mr. Lars?” he stutters, making a pathetic attempt to hid just how alarmed he is. Ben rarely interacts with Ahsoka’s clientele beyond the minimum, and to see him out from behind the desk has thrown the man distinctly off his game. Not that he was on his game today in the first place.

“You’re making a scene,” Ben says, extending a hand. “Give me the book.” When the man hesitates, obviously considering refusing to comply, he adds, “Give me the book and get out of my library before I get the police involved.”

The man freezes, his twitchiness gone in the face of terror. He looks past Ben, searching for something, and he chances a glance over his shoulder to see what. Ahsoka is standing behind Ben’s desk, in clear line of sight to the whole situation, looking absolutely horrified by the sudden turn of events. She doesn’t appear to be prepared to step in, though, prompting the man to shove the book into Ben’s chest and flee the building with appropriate haste. Ben follows him as far as the door, to make sure he gets there, before returning to the staff office Ahsoka has disappeared to in the meantime.

He catches her just before she slips out the back door, bag over her shoulder and fear written across her face. Ben doesn’t look like much of a threat, he dresses to appear as least intimidating as possible, but the strength of his grip around her bicep is enough to deter her from struggling. While he would never actually hurt her, he’d rather just get this confrontation over with than fight her about the matter for the next half-hour.

“Give me the bag, Ahsoka,” he demands, and she does, shaking like a leaf while she watches him rifle through the pockets. Inside is exactly what he expects to find: her lunch, a couple school books, and a little over a dozen small baggies of fine, white powder. Ben releases a sharp breath through his nose, stuffing the book he took from the junkie into the sack before zipping it back up. “You can tell your employer,” he growls, “that if he’d like his merchandise back, he can come get it from me in person. We obviously have a few things to discuss.”

Tano nods, wide-eyed, and finally escapes out into the alley. Ben doesn’t stop her this time, taking the bag with him when he returns to his desk. He scrubs at his beard, still trying to adjust to the feeling of facial hair after so long clean-shaven, and has a feeling it’s going to be a long night.

Considering the events of that afternoon, he’s not entirely surprised to find a sleek, black town car waiting in the alley when he’s done locking up for the night. A young woman, dressed in a neat, if slightly casual suit and a typical driver’s cap, stands by the open door of the backseat.

“If you would, Mr. Lars,” she says, motioning for him to get in. Ben goes without complaint, noting the bulge of twin holsters from beneath her coat. Judging by the cut of her suit, they aren’t meant to be ignored.

The door slams shut behind him as soon as he climbs in, the woman making her way to the driver’s side. It gives Ben time to take in his surroundings: rich leather seats, barely worn from use; soft music playing through the stereo; the smell of cigarette smoke lingering in the air. It’s not a completely foreign environment, but it’s definitely not where he thought he’d end his day when he walked into work that morning.

“Where to, boss?” the driver asks when he settles into her own seat, glancing in the rearview mirror and drawing Ben’s attention to the other man in the backseat.

Well, calling the other passenger a man may be a stretch of the definition. An adult, yes, but the person Ben finds himself face to face with would better bear the title boy than man. Ahsoka’s employer lounges on the other side of the car, his long, thin frame accentuated by the cut of an expensive, grey suit. Blue eyes watch Ben from a youthful face, marred only by a single scar across the boy’s right eye. His blonde hair is cut short, standing up and ruffled in a way that makes him appear effortlessly beautiful.

“Just start driving, Aphra. I don’t know how long this meeting will take.”

Aphra pulls the car out of the alley and out onto the main road, prompting the man’s attention to return to Ben. He scrutinizes the older man for a moment before asking, “I’m told you have something that belongs to me?”

“You’re lucky I didn’t involve the police,” Ben replies, sliding Ahsoka’s pack off his shoulder and setting it down on the seat between them. The other man unzips the pack, briefly rifling through it to ascertain that his product is present and accounted for before zipping it back up again.

“And why didn’t you?” the other man asks. “Anyone else would have.”

“I’m not a snitch.” He snorts.

“Would the Martials staking out your place agree with that statement?”Ben feels himself stiffen, fear dumping adrenaline into his bloodstream despite the fact that he’s trained to remain cool under pressure. That skillset’s languished in disuse since his move to Tatooine, and he watches a smug, victorious smile crawl its way across the younger man’s face.

“Ben Lars… You know, when Ahsoka called me and told me that you’d finally decided to step in on my operation, I thought we might have a problem.” He drawls, “My boys did some looking into you today, though. New in town, comparatively speaking. No family, no friends, not a lot to your name… Do you know about Coruscant’s Jedi Order, Ben?”

“They’re an organized crime syndicate, if I recall correctly. Why?”

The other man nods, almost to himself. “You see, Ben, one of the Order’s top players went missing about a year ago. Obi-Wan Kenobi, his name was. A Knight, on the fast track to a Council seat if the rumors are to be believed. Some people think he made run for it; others think he’s dead. But do you know what I think?”

Ben forces himself to swallow past the lump in his throat. “What?” he rasps.

“I think that tattoo on your shoulder—the one Ahsoka says you’re always trying to hide—is the mark of a Jedi Knight. Isn’t that right, Obi-Wan?”

There is a brief moment when Ben tenses, considering lunging across the backseat of the car and strangling the life out of this boy. That moment is abruptly ended when he finds himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“Now, let’s not do anything hasty,” the younger man chides, gesturing with his weapon for Ben to settle back into his seat.

“Well, it seems there’s no point in trying to hide it; you obviously know who I am,” he growls. “Which raises the question, who are you?”

“You can call me Vader.”

The name rings distant bells, but he can’t quite place anything beyond an affiliation. “Sith Empire, then?”

“That’s the one,” Vader purrs.

“What are the Sith doing in Tatooine? Last I’d heard, Sidious was trying to make a move for Naboo, not this backwater town.”

“Naboo went… poorly. But that happened after you disappeared. Sidious sent me here to try and recoup some losses before we move forward. Rebuild, reimagine. Prove myself, as it were.”

“And what does that have to do with me?” Ben asks. “What do you want?”

Vader’s brows jump. “What makes you think I want anything from you?”

“If you didn’t, you would have either shot me or sent me on my way already.”

“So you are clever. And here I was thinking I might have overestimated you.”

Ben chuckles. “I’ve played this game long enough to know the rules, Vader. Out with it.”

The younger man considers him a moment more before announcing, “I’d like you to work with me.” He leans in, conspiratorial, and Ben finds himself leaning in as well despite the way the barrel of Vader’s gun presses into his ribcage when he does. Irrationally, he trusts Vader not to shoot him in this moment. “My people and I are being called back to Coruscant in a few weeks. Sidious thinks we’re ready to play in the big leagues.”

“I thought this sojourn to nowhere was to prove yourself. If the Master thinks you’re ready, what do you need me for?”

“An important part of leading is having the right followers. You were the best, Obi-Wan. The stories I’ve heard? Incredible. If we worked together, we’d be unstoppable. Think about it. No more Tatooine, no more court dates, no more Marshals breathing down your neck. It only took my guys a couple of hours to figure out who you really are; what would happen if the Order found out you’d turned rat? I can set you up with something so much better,” Vader says, conviction in his eyes. “I can protect you, and in no time we’ll be running those streets.”

If you’d asked Ben that morning if he’d like to get back in the game, the answer would have been a resounding no. The Ben of that morning had believed himself at peace with his boring little life in Tatooine. Now that Vader’s offer is on the table, however, he practically finds himself drooling. “Why should I trust you?” He asks, a last attempt at dissuading himself from the yes that’s trying to claw its way out.

“We’ve all got skeletons, Obi-Wan,” Vader says. “I unearthed yours, and you’re still living.” He extends his free hand across the seat: an offering of salvation. “What say next time, we bury them better. Together.”

He’s enjoyed his peace in Tatooine, yes, but a part of him is always going to be a Jedi Knight. A part of him is always going to live for the thrill.

Against his better judgement, Ben takes his hand.

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