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Someone fic this plz, pls pls pls pl-

Scary dog privilege

#obikin #vaderwan #star wars

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*ignore me double posting* i just want to stop working on thissss

obiwan gets home from utapau early?? just in time for order 66 at the temple 😊

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I'm literally in love with them

Obi-wan getting picked on by padawans.

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The best part of this is that it could be either of them

Baby girl

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I'm gonna kms

STAR WARS APPRECIATION WEEK -> DAY: 13

“And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker. That it was all you. Is you. Only you. You did it. You killed her. … It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith — Because now yourself is all you will ever have. And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were ... and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow. In the end, you do not even want to. In the end, the shadow is all you have left. Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself- And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame. This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker. Forever…” Revenge of the Sith Novelization, Matthew Stover

#star wars #anakin skywalker

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VOTE OBIKIN THIS FINE YEAR ONCE AGAIN FRIENDS

The Rules:

Every twenty-four hours there will be another round. After every round, the ship in last place will be eliminated.

If there are multiple ships tying for last place, there will be a special elimination round. In these rounds, every ship in last place will be eliminated, even if all the ships have tied equally.

When there are only two ships remaining, they will face off against one another in a week-long poll to determine the victor.

If the ship that you consider the best isn't listed here, hit the 'the best polarizing ship is ___' option and reply to this post with the overlooked ship. The ship with the highest 'write-in' votes will be added to the next round. Unless the 'the best polarizing ship is ___' option is the least voted for, in which case it will be eliminated. Welcome to the party, VaderLuke/AniLuke!

Addendum to Rule 4: Only polarizing ships are allowed. Yes, I'm sure your OTP is awesome, but if there's no proof of it being polarizing then it unfortunately cannot be added to the poll.

This is all for fun. Don't take it too seriously ;)

We’ve had our first casualty! After the elimination round, it’s time to say goodbye to Reylux.

One down, eleven to go… feel free to defend your problematic OTP in the notes. I always love to see propaganda 😉

Round Three!

#star wars #obikin

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(insp)

#obikin #edit

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There is a Boy

There is a boy, he is the sun.

Warm. Nurturing. Radiant. He’s  hemorrhaging light from every inch of his body. Flowers bloom where he walks. He has become a necessity, bleeding warmth in your soul. He is going to ruin you for all the other boys and it’s going to kill you when he goes.

There is a boy. He is a wildfire. 

Destructive. Annihilating. Obliterating. Burning down empires, leaving swaths of destruction in his wake. Dangerous. Playful. His kisses are like him merciless and purifying. Putting him out is going to leave burn marks on your heart and you’ll be left picking yourself up from the ashes.

There is a boy. He is a nebula. 

He is radiation. . Cleansing. Poisonous. Pure.  He is pink. And green and blue and every other color in existence. He is creation itself. An act of power. A show of unfathomable strength. Killing him would be like killing a god, leaving you bereft. Cursed to walk the earth alone forever.

There is a boy. He is a supernova

Dangerous. Beautiful. Volatile. Bright. He is a star on the verge of collapse and when he dies he’s going to take everything with him. And you’ll be standing there, at the edge of the raging inferno he is waiting to be consumed, inch by inch. He’ll drag you both into an eternal black hole of misery.

There is boy. And then there’s you.

A binary star system. Forever orbiting each other. A snake eating it’s own tail. Infinite. Unchanging. A law of the universe. And you won’t leave  because you love him too much and separating from him would be separating salt from the ocean. You entered this void together and that’s how you’ll leave. 

There is a boy and you love him and that's a death sentence, you know that.

But you're not going to stop because you know, loving him will be the only thing you ever want to do.

#anidala #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #obikin #star wars #poetry #poets #poets on tumblr #poems #poems on tumblr #original poem #obianidala

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Oh god. Oh fuck- OH JESUS- SOMEONE GET ME FICS. SOMEONE GIVE ME FICS RIGHT FUCKING NOW-

Don't mind me, I'm just having thoughts about OWK and wondering what would've happened if Obi-Wan hadn't lit his lightsaber...

With a half dozen steps between them, Vader stops. He pulls back his shoulders, straightening his spine, relishing in the fact that he was much taller now.

“Have you come to destroy me, Obi-Wan?”

His old Master unclips the lightsaber from his belt and studies him, eyes unblinking as they scan him head to toe and back up to the expressionless black mask.

He doesn’t wait for a response. Vader ignites his meticulously constructed lightsaber, the red blade casting a crimson glow on them.

Ripples of anger, seething with the need for revenge, swirl around Vader. Then, he feels a familiar touch, a gentle poke at the scab where their bond used to be. It’s tentative. Questioning. A hint of disbelief.

Is it really you?

“Does that suit keep you warm?”

There isn’t in any malice. It’s not a taunt. He isn’t ridiculing the chamber that serves as Vader’s life support.

The violence swirling in the Force comes to a stand still.

“What?” Vader barks.

“You always found space to be too cold,” Obi-Wan says gently, a wistful expression on his aged features.

His voice is full of genuine concern and it washes over Vader, wrapping around him like the warmth of his Master’s Jedi robe whenever he shivered as they traveled through hyperspace.

“What are you doing?” Vader demands and points his blade at Obi-Wan. “Is this a game to you?”

But he’s unable to stop the way his heart stirs at the memory of Obi-Wan’s hands arranging the robe over his shoulders. Fixing the collar so that it fit snugly around Anakin’s neck to keep out the cool draft. Smiling at him fondly as his eyes crinkled at the corners.

Those same eyes stared back at him now, brimming with unshed tears.

“Anakin,” he breathes, broken and hurt. Guilt rolling off him. “I’m sorry, Anakin. For all of it.”

With bitter resentment, Vader realizes how that voice still has a grip around his heart. He’s lost count of how many times he’s had to stop himself from allowing these types of feelings from invading his consciousness. Overwhelmed with sentimentality and yearning for a happiness that was in the past and forever out of reach, he’d respond to those thoughts with rage and anger, letting it fester, and allowed it fuel his hate.

Vader tries to summon that rage now, but his breath shakes with his lack of conviction. He reaches again, and the hate slips away from him.

“Your beard is unkempt,” Vader says.

A tear rolls down Obi-Wan’s face.

The last time Anakin saw him cry was on the first year anniversary after Qui-Gon’s death. His Master was sitting in his meditation pose on the floor, bathed in the sunlight that poured into their shared quarters. In his hands, Obi-Wan cradled his river stone, unaware that Anakin was behind him watching and listening silently while his Master humbly asked for strength. For clarity. For assurance that he was worthy of the responsibility to train Anakin. When Obi-Wan had finally turned and saw his Padawan, he’d swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and smiled before suggesting that they get pancakes at Dex’s.

“Look at you. Do you wear socks?,” Obi-Wan retorts. “I bet if you do, you’re still leaving them balled up on the floor, waiting for someone to pick up after you.”

At that—at the sheer audacity and gall that only Obi-Wan was capable of—Vader chuckles and it comes out a like wheeze. The sound is foreign. When was the last time he laughed?

“You’re pathetic, old man.” There’s a bite to his tone, but he extinguishes his Sith blade and watches as Obi-Wan clips his own lightsaber onto his belt.

Something tugs at Anakin, at his heart, at the tattered remnants of their bond. It pulls at him, beckoning him to surrender to the comfort and safety of a long-lost brown robe.

It’s a trick, he thinks. A distraction. A trap.

“You’re one to talk,” Obi-Wan scoffs with a sniffle.

They stand in silence as their Force signatures wrap around each other, golden waves twining and hugging.

Finally, Anakin lets go. His sob is a distorted, staticky grunt.

“Where will we go?” he asks.

“I haven’t the slightest clue,” Obi-Wan confesses and extends his hand.

With a gasp, Anakin reaches for it and clings to the hope blooming in his chest for the first time in a decade.

#obikin #star wars

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Awh fuck

god: Yes, you have been given a life in which none of your suffering will ever be meaningful or justified. I am asking you to endure it anyway.

me:

god: We both know that you know that I only speak in silences.

me:

god: A thousand faces, all of them Mine.

me: [A thousand faces, [none] of them Mine.]

god: Beloved.

me:

god: I am asking you to endure it.

me:

god: You did not always live inside this mirror. You will not always be here, suffering.

me:

god: You understand what will happen to you if I look away, don't you? If I blink? I have had to watch every mean and sordid instant of your life, bound within these chains of ardent love. Although you beg me, curse me, and hate me, I will not look away from you. This was the choice I made on your behalf, not My own.

me:

god: No. But I'm close enough to your idea of the real thing that that shouldn't matter.

me:

god: Time flies straight like an arrow, which is to say it doesn't.

me: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.]

god: I gave you language. You ate the fruit. You will not persuade me not to stay my hand.

me: [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]

god: On the strength of My having asked it of you.

me: [I am asking [not] to endure it.]

god: Scio, sweetheart.

#random #poetry

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Is this not what happened?

Vader: Only I am Kenobi’s nemesis

Obi-Wan: You're not my enemy, Darth

Vader: *splutters*

vader, shaking: so am i nothing to you???

obi-wan, who has no words in the entire galaxy to describe what vader means to him:

vader sobbing: do i mean nothing to you?????

obi-wan sobbing on the inside: 😐

obi-wan: goodbye darth

#obikin #vaderwan #star wars

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The inquisitors in the back ARE KILLING ME

#star wars #obikin

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Obi-wan, you whore (she says like a hypocrite as if she was any less a simp for Darth Vader)

I've been busy, but I really wanted to draw Vaderwan more

light of my life, fire of my loins yadi yadi yada

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Iconic

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in another universe we could have had it all

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LIKE FOR REAL STOP SLEEPING ON THE MI FRANCHISE

Y'all practical effects bitches are really sleeping on the Mission: Impossible movies.

"Oh everything is CGI these days!" Mission: Impossible uses practical effects whenever it's safe to do so, and their definition of safe is incredibly skewed because Tom Cruise is, frankly, batshit insane.

The man refuses to use stunt doubles because he insists the audience can tell when it's not him. He's apparently one of the best stunt drivers in the world. He drove up a cliff and skidded to a stop right on the edge for real in Dead Reckoning. He got a fucking helicopter license and spent like three years training for the climactic scene in Fallout.

Most of the helicopter chase in Fallout was real. The midair oxygen-tank swap in that movie was also real. They practiced for it in a wind tunnel and then did the real thing in freefall.

When Tom Cruise dies, it's either going to be because he realized Scientology was a crock and tried to get out and they fucking killed him (highly unlikely that he'll ever come to that realization), or because his luck finally ran out while filming a stunt for a Mission: Impossible movie (significantly more likely).

Seriously, if you have the blu-rays of any of these movies, I strongly encourage you to watch them with the director's commentaries. Especially the ones directed by Christopher McQuarrie. That man has an almost pathological distaste for CGI (and when they do have to use it, he's incredibly respectful and complimentary of the people who do the special effects).

Do yourself a favor and watch these movies. They're not just kitschy action flicks. They're kitschy action flicks with a metric fuckton of practical effects, and a production team that really cares about the stories they're crafting.

#mission impossible #tom cruise

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Im gonna kms

ok but why are they so gilgamesh/enkidu coded

#obikin #star wars