#obiwan is tired

[spacewombatty]

ok but listen. i know hes too stubborn and independent as a knight but im a SUCKER for 19 yr. old padawan anakin who’s entirely devoted to his master. obiwan who can do no wrong, he wants to level mountains for this man, he’ll follow his every order sloppily but he’ll do it with enthusiasm. i just love enthusiastic obsessed anakin and strict but doting obiwan. LIKE in so many ways, he’s practicing his forms in a class and obiwan publicly keeps reprimanding him, keeps correcting and is strict on him and when anakin gets frustrated and says his master is biased and only hard on him, obiwan says its because he’s the only one in the room worth paying any attention to. obiwan giving anakin strict orders on how to take him, and anakin is so good at following them until his master edges him for so long that he completely snaps and takes him hard and fast and sloppy and obiwan WANTS to be mad but he just cant be. anakin apologizes profusely after but obiwan is too sore to move.

[jockbots]

u think obi wan ever tried to use the force to quietly get his lightsaber off cody's belt

ended up tugging cody along with it and my guy is like mid convo with another vod trying not to feel some type of way abt obi tugging at his belt

[ryr-art]

Day 7 of @212thappreciation : Relationships

[techwrecker]

you're telling me, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin's former master, Qui-Gon Jinn's former padawan, was able to FEEL the emotions radiating off of Anakin when he was with Padme via the force and still went 'eh. sure its fine'.

King of being unbothered, truly.

[i-m-art-ix]

Obi-wan: Let me see what you have there 9 year old Anakin: A KNIFE Obi-wan: NO

[tennessoui]

FULLY agree with the daddy/clown thing. Every time I see an author put Anakin in the Top Only box because of "Vader energy" and BoTtoM aNaKIn is BoRInG I want to scream. The man is DESPERATE for a gentle Dom and yet people keep forcing him to fuck nasty when all he wants is a cuddle

(Fully on board with top anakin BTW but I believe in switch supremacy with a 60/40 in favor of bottom anakin)

i think my takeaway opinion of that post is really just what I put in the last tag I made aka something like “maybe neither of them is daddy dom maybe they’re just clowns helping put each other’s make up on”

i definitely go through phases of interest and preferences when it comes to this ship and I think if I didn’t I genuinely wouldn’t still be here after almost three years because of how my brain works with things I’m interested in and right now I’m just in a phase where I’m just. so tired. of the focus on d/s as a core and universal element of obikin. I think obi-wan in canon would be a shit gentle dom. dom in general. I think anakin would be too, and they’d both be shit subs. It’s gotten to the point where something with my brain right now is just going ❌❌ whenever I even see those words.

they can just fuck. they can fuck nasty and fuck up their relationship and even fuck up the galaxy and not have anyone be a gentle dom. or anyone be experiencing subdrop or be a needy sub or whatever. he can cuddle without it being a part of aftercare. people who are not in relationships that have a d/s dynamic cuddle too and i know that’s something we do understand but it’s not something I’ve seen a lot of lately and I genuinely miss it

[sendpseuds]

Go Fuck Yourself Obi-Wan

CHAPTER 3: Anakin

When a strange artifact brings a twenty-three-year-old Padawan Kenobi to a Jedi temple fifteen years in the future, the council decides the best person to keep the troublesome young man contained is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi himself.

As you can imagine, this is all very confusing for poor Anakin...

Read it now

[3/4]

[clonegirlie]

Cody: General, is everything alright?

Obi-Wan: It’s been a while since Anakin has blown something up, I wonder what he is up to

Cody: Right… It’ll be better if you don’t go into the warehouse

[skeletons-eat]

Detwinkifie the white man in most of your interracial gay ships, we say in union.

Stop the victim complex in the white (male) characters you write about/ draw, we say in union.

Stop babying adults (especially white men) who should and do know better.

[cross-d-a]

I am….SO tired of “Qui-Gon is the uncaring selfish master” fic trend like……come up with something original. Make it nuanced. Stop with the black and white shit I am BEGGING. Not like I don’t adore the Jedi apprentice series bc I very VERY much do but jfc the Qui-gon bashing train is So Old. Pick something else. Just leaves a sour taste in my mouth at this point *BIG SIGH like if you’re gonna go that route make him actually LEARN from his mistakes. Miscommunication doesn’t make a villain, either. No one’s perfect and it’s absolutely uninteresting if you stick him in this solely negative role like Damn.

[theratratatouille]

me : okay im finally gonna write seriously I have ideas I have a plan I have tea I am determined

also me : proceed to stare at the ceeling for hours instead of sleeping and then cry

[claudysummer]

Anakin voice, whispering in the wind: Kinda serves you right for throwing me into a lava river

I love watching the pure amount of disgust on obi-wan’s face when he sees tatooine in TPM 

like bro you are literally going to spend over a third of your natural life on this dustball, get used to it

hahahaha i made myself sad

[adragonsfriend]

I was reading the Attack of the Clone's script for *research* purposes, and it's been a while since I've seen the full movie but:

OBI-WAN: You look tired. ANAKIN: I don't sleep well, anymore. OBI-WAN: Because of your mother? ANAKIN: I don't know why I keep dreaming About her now. I haven't seen her since I was little. OBI-WAN: Dreams pass in time. ANAKIN: I'd rather dream of Padmé. Just Being around her again is... intoxicating. OBI-WAN: Mind your thoughts, Anakin, they betray you. You've made a commitment to the Jedi order... a commitment not easily broken... and don't forget she's a politician. They're not to be trusted.

Literally I will never be able to take the "Obi-Wan is so mean he didn't let Anakin go find his mother" argument seriously ever again. On a purely factual level, there's not a single indication Anakin told Obi-Wan his dreams showed him his mother was in danger or that he thought they were dreams from the Force. Anakin says himself that he doesn't know why he's dreaming of her, which makes Obiwan's "Dreams pass in time," so incredibly reasonable.

Wait wait wait let me update the language to the *pretentious voice* modern parlance. It'll be like a Shakespere "translation." Here we go:

Obi-Wan: you look tired Anakin: I haven't been sleeping well Obi-Wan: Cuz of your dreams? Anakin: Yeah I've been randomly having dreams about my mom all of a sudden. Obi-Wan: They'll probably go away if you wait a bit. Brains are weird like that sometimes. …

The only evidence Obi-Wan might have to the danger point is that the dreams are disrupting Anakin's sleep. But Obiwan is the one to bring up the dreams, in context of them disrupting Anakin's sleep. If Anakin was looking for an opening, that was it.

But way more importantly to me currently is the fact that Anakin transitions out of talking about his mother by going "I'd rather dream of Padmé. Just Being around her again is... intoxicating."

Wtf anakin??? Who says that??? Let alone to their brother-dad???

He seriously goes from talking about his dreams of his mother to how his crush that he's known for a couple days total at this point is really hot, and people expect me to believe that Obi-Wan was supposed to divine from this conversation that they needed to immediately run halfway across the galaxy to prevent imminent disaster?????

Let me continue my translation:

… Anakin: I'd rather dream about having sex with Padmé. She's so hot and pretty and nice Obi-Wan: Anakin remember how the beliefs you've been committed to for the past ten years are maybe important to you? Also politicians are generally corrupt, we eat the rich in this household.

This is a fanfic type miscommunication plot at best, except for some reason people act like Anakin isn't being about as clear as mud.

[ineffablejaymee]

anakin bitching about how insufferable cody and obiwan are, like who do they think they are fooling, and yet they seem so smug about it, do they think they are being subtle??

and rex is sitting there, and goes "oh my god is that padme" in the most dead, tired voice, not even trying to sound believable

anakin immediately jumps to his feet like an overexited puppy, and starts looking for her literally star-eyed

[padawansuggest]

I love all your little quotes and such for obi-wan. But I especially love the ones with eldritch spooky baby obiwan telling a very tired and ready to deal with it knight windu a very haunting vision. ♥️♥️

Thank you. Obi-Wan is just a Little Guy who’s made of cosmic energy and would like to tell you about his latest dream it wasn’t that bad this time he promises 🥺🥺🥺

But also I think that would be the funniest fix it AU ever because Obi-Wan would get a fucked up vision and immediately go tell nice knight Windu (who likes to give him nice cheek nuzzles and tried to sell him to a padawan once) who is all ‘wow. The shatterpoints say that one’s real and I think I know how to sidestep it’ because their visions fit together in the most fucked up perfect way ever 🥰🥰

Also I just want tiny baby-Wan to track Mace down like the ghosts in the Shining or something with the sole purpose of telling him something messed up. It would be 7x as funny if Mace brought him to the temple to begin with cause he’ll spend every moment in the cursed baby’s presence like ‘ughhhhh’ but then Obi-Wan grows up and Mace is all ‘anyone wanna see this baby book of Obi-Wan that I put together? It’s also got some of his worst prophecies in it’ ‘don’t you mean first?’ ‘Nah these ones are his worst. Don’t touch them unless you wanna feel like someone just walked over your grave.’

Anyways. Cody and Anakin are about to gather up funds from Padme to try and buy the baby book they are obsessed they need it Right This Second.

Mace: *sees toddler wan* ew. It’s got fleas. I watched him bite Master Krell to the bone once. He’s probably diseased.

Mace: *sees adult Kenobi* He’s perfect. I would kill any of you for him. He’s my actual infant son. He’s just a Little Guy.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Tomorrow

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Pairing: Obiwan x you

Content: Sleepy Obiwan beckons you to join him.

Warnings: none

Word count: 850

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“Love.”, he calls for you but it sounds like a gentle cry as he emerges by the doorway to your kitchen. You can see him in your peripheral vision but the fresh batch of cookies you made demanded your attention.

It isn’t easy running a bakery on Coruscant when you cater to the elite. Everything needs to be perfect and so trialing out new recipes meant late nights of burnt batches or a messy kitchen. But your Jedi husband now stands leaning on the doorway with his arms folded and a blanket wrapped around him.

The oven had managed to keep the area around you warm, but the nights on this lustrous planet were too cold to walk around without a woolen cover.

You check the colour. Golden brown. Perfect.

The smell. Divine.

You break one and pop the piece into your mouth. The flavour, the ingredients you had chosen worked well together. Outstanding.

A proud smile worked it’s way across your face even as you tried to hide it. This was going to be another best seller. You dust your hands and your mind now jumped onto the next task. The icing and decoration. But as you turned to get something, Obiwan had made his way towards you.

“New batch. New recipe.”, you still hadn't figured out why he was here but you always loved to share the first of your creations with him.

You held a small broken cookie piece near his mouth and he ate it. His hand reaching up to hold yours as you waited for his reaction. His eyes found yours as he chewed slowly. Elegant as always, but as you stood there, he looped his hand behind your waist and drew you closer.

“Another bestseller.”, he smiled with approval and it made you beam with the happiness of satisfaction.

“Now, come to sleep.”, he mumbled against your lips as he kissed you, the taste of fresh butter from his lips made it difficult to resist his request.

“Yes, in a while, the icing – you start to say but forget the rest as he held you and the comfort of his warmth soaked into your body.

In all the madness to perfect this batch, you had actually forgotten to realize how tired you were.

His locks were set free from the combed back mullet he sported during the day and his beard had caused a faint burn against your skin. His Jedi robes were no where to be seen as he leaned away. His skin gleaming a soft sunkissed glow under the warm lighting, his soft linen pants made it certain that he was done with business and now yearned for your company, lastly his sleepy eyes made you reconsider the icing project.

“I am feeling a bit tired. But I do have to close up the station before I can join you.”, you sigh as you look around the kitchen island and the counter top, full of pot and pans.

But he chuckled as though he was bemused, he didn’t let you go, instead leaned in to kiss the side of your neck under your ear as he whispered, “You often forget I’m a Jedi, darling.”

And as he said it, he used the force to move the icing bowls together, place the lids back on opened vessels and within seconds everything was sorted. You smiled, allowing yourself to sink into his arms.

“I thought that was why you liked me.”, you fought a yawn as you turned to him.

“One of the many reasons why I fell in love with you.”, he replied as he opened up his blanket wrap for you to join in.

“Ah. What are the other reasons?”, you ask as you wrap an arm around his bare waist and as you covered yourself under his blanket.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.”, he kissed your forehead as you walked along with him down the dark corridor towards your bedroom.

You put away your jewelry while he got comfortable on his side of the bed and when you took longer to brush your hair, he groaned impatiently as he called your name.

All you could do was laugh in response to his needy pleas and playful jests as you got beneath the covers and fell back onto the pillows next to him.

“I’m here. I’m here.”, you pacify his as you smiled to look at the deep blue of his eyes.

“Took you long enough.”, he frowned innocently.

“Even Grievous doesn’t keep me waiting for that long in the battlefield.”, he mumbled again as he wrapped his arms around you not desiring to wait any longer. You gasp to his statement when he finally rests with his head tucked under your neck as your fingers stroked his hair.

“You take that back.”, you whisper.

“No.”, he speaks into your skin.

“Fine, then I’ll go back downstairs to finish up my icings then.”, you say in mock protest which makes him hold you tighter and nuzzle closer.

“No.”, he says softly.

“Stay with me.”, he says it like it was his only wish and you knew in your heart you could never put work above him.

So you let your hands dip further as you traced the rise and fall of the muscles on his back and before you knew it, under the warmth of the blankets and in the peace of being with each other. Sleep had found you both.