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I love nonfiction that I simply cannot relate to at all. "it's easy to get addicted to buying fast fashion! I used to spend thousands of dollars on it a year!" okay. you're a space alien.

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Based on this post because I kept thinking about it and laughing like an idiot, so here we go

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it drives me insane (read: it makes me sad) that Obi-Wan never got to know Anakin's motives for turning to the dark side

As he understands it, Anakin just decided to betray them all and join the chancellor because the chacnellor was his friend and he wanted power, that's all Obi-Wan understands of Anakin's fall, that and Anakin nonsensically screaming the jedi are evil. I want to eat dry paint from the wall.

I'm not saying Anakin was justified for turning to the dark side and murdering everyone, what I'm saying is that it seems like it came out of nowhere and for no reason, like I'm sure Obi-Wan wonders if Anakin had been lying to them all this time, probably spent the rest of his life wondering if Anakin had secretly been Sidious' apprentice for longer that he imagined.

And we do know in the OT he says 'he was seduced by the power of the dark side', that's as much as he really understands, that Anakin just couldn't resist and fell for no much more reasons than unliiimitaaad paaaawer.

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"We modified their genetic structures to make them less independent than original host. As a result, they are totally obedient, taking orders without question." - Attack of the Clones

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one of my favorite star wars headcanons is that anakin and obi-wan's sparring matches always draw huge crowds at the temple. they stop there for a while when they're on leave from the war and anakin inevitably is like obi-wan we HAVE to practice or else we'll get rusty, especially you because you're so OLD. and obi-wan takes the bait so easily he's like oh we'll see about THAT. smash cut to them fighting in one of the practice rooms, and the younglings are losing their minds because it's The Hero With No Fear vs. The Negotiator which is basically their version of the UFC since they're not allowed to go anywhere and have never seen actual live sports. it gets to the point where the other masters get all huffy and have to shoo everyone back to their classes.

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"..." "What's the matter, my bound-to-the-code-follower-of-rules Padawan? You didn't have any rule in mind last night and you are who actually initiated it. So eager and hungry. Second thoughts after such an amazing night?" "M-Master... just shut up..." "Unwilling to take responsibility of your own actions? How cute. Let's see if tonight you will still strictly follow the rules or live in the moment~" "Kriff..." And he's so right, I'm screw up... (And later that night, Obi-Wan chase Qui-Gon to his bed) For @guinness-jedi

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Complements of each other for eternity

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>:]

Quinobi, Obi17

Or

Rexanidala

For the Christmas ship requests

Merry Christmas Rhea <3

-squad724

sdsdfkjnd merry christmas @squad724 ,,,very late but still!

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pov: you complimented his combat skills during training 🤭💘

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Some tcw doodles

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touch starved anakin taking every chance to get his paws on his master

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I started watching golf for the first time yesterday. I`m really worried about myself. I was actually enjoying it.

Happy Birthday Ewan McGregor | March 31st, 1971

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All the World's a Stage, Especially This Castle: Ch8

That's a wrap!

Chapter 8: Winding Down

If you want to start from the beginning, here's Chapter 1.

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Anakin often wakes in the middle of the night. Sometimes, it’s because he’s cold, but they’ve given him plenty of blankets, and sometimes if he’s really having a bad time, he can go to Obi-Wan’s door.

Mostly, though, it’s the sounds.

Anakin is used to the sounds from the highway. Their apartment was one half of a duplex owned by Watto, and it was only a block or so from the two-lane route towards Phoenix. The cruising rumble of too-big vanity trucks on pitted asphalt was familiar, and soothing in its own way. Crickets, the occasional coyote, some birds, and wind through the sparse, hard bushes. The walls weren’t very thick, and the windows were open as often as not for the draft to keep them cool, sills creaking and frame grunting as, a few doors away, the sink was leaking again. Drunks would laugh and fight at the bar a few doors down, and sometimes the police got called. The baby next door would wake up every now and again, but was faint enough that Anakin only heard her if he was still awake himself. If his mom came home late, as she often did, he would hear the wooden floors creaking under linoleum tile, the rush of the sink and the thump of a bag on the floor, the squeak of mattress springs as she herself settled down.

The only thing he can still hear is the wind, and it sounds very different on leafy trees and stone walls than it does on tumbleweeds and vinyl siding. There’s the occasional bird, sure, but certainly not the same ones as back home. No coyotes, and he’s heard maybe one car a week at night, and that’s usually on gravel and out the back of the building, too far to hear through everything else.

It’s quiet. If someone walks past, it’s on carpeted stone floors, not peeling linoleum on wood that can’t help but creak. If a fox screams, the sound is eaten up by the tree leaves before it reaches him up on the third story, muffled and weak to his ear.

Sometimes, in a storm, though, it’s loud. It’s not the loud of late-night bar patrons getting rowdy, or police sirens, or even a coyote that’s too hungry to avoid the town anymore and the warning shot a man with a sawn-off uses to make it leave.

The shutters bang, and the rain hits the windows like pellets of feed at the bottom of a bucket. Like someone’s throwing little rubber marbles at the glass, thunk thunk thunk. Things don’t rattle, not like at home, but at least at home the monsoon season is shorter. Drier. The storms are just dust sometimes, not even rain, and that’s… honestly much more dangerous.

At home, the rain usually comes in the summer, if it ever comes at all. He doesn’t have school the next morning.

Here, it feels like the rain comes as many nights as it doesn’t, and it is relentless. Everything is silent but the storm. There is no highway traffic, no intoxicated belligerents, no crashing trucks.

It’s not broken up by lightning, either, but that comfort is as cold as his bed.

Anakin gets up.

He has slippers, here, because the floors are freezing, even on carpet, and he’d prefer to keep his toes comfy in not just socks, but slippers with sheep wool on the inside.

(The wool protects him from the cold. The socks protect him from the wool.)

(It’s so itchy.)

(He did get to pet some sheep, though. He hadn’t known Scotland had so many! They have more sheep than people!)

(Like how Wyoming would be screwed if the cows revolted because there’s twice as many cows as people, but less, because sheep are smaller and it’s still fewer. It’s more than people, but not twice as m…twice as more isn’t a thing. Twice as much. It’s not twice as much.)

Anakin decides that he needs to drink something. He starts padding towards the kitchen, or at least the one he can access. There are real, industrial kitchens here, but he’s not allowed in those.

He wants a cup of hot chocolate, but he doesn’t know if they have any mix, and he sure doesn’t know how to make it from scratch. He gets a cup of water, which still tastes funny, and then decides that since he is allowed to use the kettle—at least, the electric one—he should try to make some tea. He doesn’t like tea much, but it’ll eat up some time and warm him up.

(Continue on AO3)

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Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) / Padme's Farewell Gown

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Millennium Falcon, Digital artwork, 2025