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thediamondarcher · 9 months

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Maya Hawke's music is so Wes Anderson coded, I'm so happy she got to Asteroid City

#I love Maya's music and Wes movies #maya hawke #wes anderson #I'm not capable of watching asteroid city yet but i need to someone please bring it to my city's cinema #asteroid city

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valkaryah · 9 months

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I rewatched all of Wes Anderson's films in chronological order and it was the best decision I could've made. Wes Anderson's films will always be very special to me. He was the first director whose filmography I set out to watch in its entirety. And I genuinely think he's one of best american auteurs working right now.

And since I'm in a Wes Anderson mood, I decided to compile all of my favourite songs featured in his movies in a playlist. He has some great needle drops.

#I think certain phases and filmic movements and auteurs shape you. Watching Wes Anderson's complete filmography my nouvelle vague obsession #the summer of baz luhrmann and the spring of wong kar wai #the new korean cinema wave... or specific movies like barry lyndon and apocalypse now that just stand out #to me personally from the kubrick and coppola repertoire respectively #yeah some films auteurs movements just fucking click and shaped my tastes and goals so #and wes for me was one of my starts and i just love his work and I'm very that glad asteroid city was so great WES IS BACK BABY #anyways im ranting #valkaryah talks #Spotify

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alwaysalreadyangry · 9 months

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very interesting to me that this summer we have Oppenheimer - big budget anti-nuclear film, making a record-breaking amount of money at the box office already for a number 2 opener, selling out images everywhere - and also that in Asteroid City we see nuclear tests happening in the background as a form of bleak humour - like, these characters are not going to be OK twenty years down the line. The film assumes we know how bad this is and lets us work it out ourselves... But it's still there. Made me pull a horrified face, like - oh god.

As nuclear treaties die and nuclear weapons proliferate I'm serious when I say that we do need more mass culture about how the bomb will kill us all. Keeping everyone fucking terrified of these things - reminding people that they exist and are terrifying weapons of mass death and genocide - is unironically a political good. How do we do this in a way that isn't exploitative? I don't know. There's been so much discussion of Oppenheimer not showing the Japanese and Korean dead, of it not showing the terrible effects on the native Los Alamos population or the population of the Pacific who were poisoned by nuclear testing. But I'm not sure it's better to introduce, say, a group of Japanese people just to watch them die in agony, especially as the film is about how disconnected people like Oppenheimer were from the mass death they caused. He can't even look at the photos. He's a coward. The film knows it. But it also enacts his looking away. For good and for ill. I don't know the answer! I'm not dismissing people who find it disgusting how it looks away! I'm also not dismissing people who would find the opposite exploitative and disgusting too!

an interesting response to it has been that we get anti-nuclear groups both praising the film and saying it doesn't go far enough to show the true horrors... We need everyone in the chain of command to remember that we need to keep these fuckers unexploded, untested, undeployed. Popular art and discourse can help with this. Is it an artist's responsibility? I don't know. If that's your chosen topic, maybe. How do we do it without exploiting the dead. Is a question you can ask.

#anyway this is what my mental illness has decided to fixate on #Oppenheimer discourse //#asteroid city discourse //#briefly anyway #nuclear stuff //

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mochacoffeeumai26 · 9 months

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•DarkBlade• (part 2)

Summary: Since you had been in your alt form and in Noah's garage almost the whole time since you've been on earth, Noah decided you needed some freedom. While on your little outing, you both encounter two beings you wish you hadn't.

Noah was currently in the from seat of your alt form. You had both been out for about five minutes.

"So, Human Noah... Why did Mirage have to remain in your garage and not join us?" You spoke to Noah through your radio, which Noah had recently fixed.

Noah looked at the radio, "The short version, he was driving faster than the speed limit again and I'm pretty sure cops are still looking for him."

"Human Noah, if I had a bullet for everytime Mirage broke the rules...I would have enough bullets to kill everyone on earth." Noah swore that for a second he heard you chuckle.

"Yeah... Also, what's up with the 'Human Noah' thing? It's just Noah, DarkBlade." Noah seemed slightly weirded out everytime you referred to him as 'human Noah'.

"Forgive me, Human Noah- uh...I mean Noah. But if I am to call you Noah, then you must call me by my real name as well." You stopped at a red light.

"Alright, deal."

You and Noah had been out for over an hour now. He had even told you to stop at a drive in theatre, so you could learn about 'human culture' or whatever he called it.

Now, you were both out of the city in a more secluded area so no one could see you. As soon as Noah got out of your alt form you transformed.

"That thing... the movie at the drive-in theatre. It was boring." You looked down at Noah and crossed your arms.

"That was your first movie, [Name]." Noah deadpan as he looked up at you with a 'bruh-' face.

"If all human entertainment is like that, it'll be my last movie."

Noah shook his head and sighed. Compared to Mirage, you were more serious and in Noah's opinion also a bit negative.

The male didn't even realize that you had bend down in front of him and had been staring at him for over a minute.

What made Noah come back to reality was when he felt something cool gently touch his cheek.

You had poked his cheek.

"Oh, you almost had me worried. I thought you had died while standing up for a second..." You looked at Noah with a bored expression.

Noah didn't respond, he felt a bit flustered and embarrassed. The more you looked at Noah, the more you realized how much different you both were.

"You humans... your kind is much more delicate and different than mine."

You were both completely different, one of flesh and one of metal. Noah was so much shorter compared to you, when standing beside you he barely reached your pelvis.

Noah chuckled awkwardly, "Yeah, I- I guess we are completely different from each other. I mean, your hand is like at least five times the size of mine." Noah lifted up his hand and looked at yours.

You hummed before putting your servo against Noah's smaller hand.

Neither of you said a thing, you both stared at each other's hand and remained like that for a solid minute before making eye contact.

You would never admit it out loud, but to you, Noah's eyes were beautiful. Just the color and the way they looked were beautiful to you.

Noah also secretly like the color of your eyes, though it was mostly the same shade of blue like the rest of the Autobots, it was slightly different. In the center of your eyes it was a light shade of (eye color).

For a second, Noah thought he saw something in the sky. He turned his head to look, "Huh? What the-"

You turned to look as well. You were confused, had more Autobots come to earth? You watched both asteroid-like things fall on the ground in the far distance.

Once the smoke cleared, you were able to make out two figures that were around your size.

Noah became slightly anxious when a mask suddenly appeared on your face (kinda like Bumblebee's).

You were able to see both figures more clearly and zoom in to see them closer.

Decepticons.

Two Decepticons had just come to earth.

You knew that Decepticons had come to earth ever since Bumblebee had told you about it. But you didn't expect any to appear here or now.

You gently grabbed Noah from his arm and put him behind you in a protective manner.

[Name] should have transformed into her alt form and gotten out of there sooner, but the Decepticons spotted her as quickly as she had spotted them.

"Damnit..." Your mask retracted as you saw them transform into their alt forms.

"What? What's wrong?" Noah kept asking as he saw your Optical Ridges furrow.

"Decepticons." You growled as you saw them getting closer.

"Hold up- wait- what?!" Noah began to freak out a bit more when he suddenly saw you transform into your alt form.

"I've been spotted. Get in. Now!" [Name] ordered, Noah didn't hesitate and did as she asked.

(Okay, I'm stopping here for now. Now I gotta work on part 2 but the Mirage version and part 2 of 'Orphan'. Okay, Bye Bye for now)

#rotb noah #transformers rotb #rotb mirage #mirage transformers #noah diaz transformers #noah diaz #mirage x reader #noah diaz x reader #optimus prime #rotb x reader

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tafferling · 4 months

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In a world where tech runs off the concept of one's soul and where dragons steady cosmic scales, heroes are shaped in the shadow of an ancient grudge.

Aphelion has a new cover! This gorgeous piece is by the ever-talented and hard-working @drawinglinestoconstellations. Thank you so much for bringing it to life, and I cannot wait to see it on book one's printed release.

But what even is this? Well!

Aphelion is a science-fantasy webserial, with soul-harnessing magic and tech, a cyberpunk flair, and a slow burn simmering away in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

All chapters are free to read both on Archive of Our Own and Campfire Explore. But if you feel like it, you can tip the author (that's me, I'm the author) on Campfire, where the full package unlocks worldbuilding information and may come with the sudden sensation of an ethereal cat slinking around your ankles in appreciation.

Horizon's Crown was an Earther triumph; a stage at the frontier of the settled systems, a city of hope and dreams and infinite potential. Then one man bit another. Now, under the watchful eye of its orbital island, it straddles the line between dead and dying; a city of nightmares and endless sorrow. Varrett Vild Vickers belongs into a pilot's chair. He's meant to dodge asteroids, to race dragons, not chase credits so he can pay rent while HC's major demographic clicks its teeth at him and tries to eat his face off. But it's fine. Really. He copes. Or that's what he tells himself, all the way until a woman falls from the sky and turns his already upside-down life very sharply sideways. Armed with nothing but her worst-kept secret and a ledger of lies, Sophya Soulwright tricks her way into Horizon's Crown, looking for not only her sister, but for redemption and a meaning to a life she’s never held dear. What she finds instead is a city trying its hardest to live, and a man who courts death every step of the way. He's infuriating, tireless, and after a glitch binds their souls together, he is now stuck with her.

#Aphelion #Original Fiction #Aphelion Promo #Cyberpunk #Science Fiction #Indie Authors #Web Serials

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justdecadentcollectiondestiny · 23 days

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Asteroid City Details

"We saw a coyote get run over by a fourteen-wheeler and left him flat as a pancake."

So the roadrunner is left wandering aimlessly, with nothing to get chased by.

Augie lets out a half laugh/half cry when he says his children aren't orphans now "because I'm still alive." Undoubtedly a bit of Jones Hall's real grief seeping through.

Jones Hall explains to Conrad Earp that the reason he thinks Augie burns his hand on the quickie-griddle is because he was looking for an excuse for why his heart was beating so fast.

And he says this right after he broke Conrad's window, an equally impulsive and dangerous act.

That sounds like flirting to me.

Woodrow checks his watch to time how long it takes Clifford to jump off the roof after he asks if anyone dares him to do it.

The voice Midge Campbell uses when she's playing this character, a trans-atlantic accent

is her actress Mercedes Ford's natural voice.

"When Midge makes her exit in Act III, Scene Five, try having her say the line after she closes the door."

The scene this line refers to is most likely the emergency meeting, during which Jones walks offstage and that we don't get to see all of. So we don't get to see whether Schubert took his soon-to-be-ex-wife's note to heart.

Montana's actor, Asquith Eden's natural voice is a British accent, just like the real-life actor who plays him, Rupert Friend.

"One day I'll probably be discovered lifeless in an overflowing bathtub with an empty bottle of sleeping pills spilled all over the floor."

I'm sure I'm not the only person whose heart dropped when Augie looked over to Midge's window to this sight.

"You really did it. That actually happened."

When Augie burns his hand on the quickie-griddle, Midge reacts with extremely visible surprise, which is a bit out of character for her. She/Mercedes also glances to either side, off screen, as if checking with an offstage crew member or stage manager that the scene should continue. This may insinuate that Jones Hall really did actually burn his hand, and Mercedes' reaction was genuine.

The symbols used to inventory the asteroid are the same symbols on the wall of the hotel lobby.

While the girls are burying Augie's wife's ashes, his hand brushes against both Woodrow's and Stanley's. Woodrow takes his hand. Stanley does not.

#asteroid city #wes anderson #movies #dc destiny yells about movies #dc descants

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monochromefilms · 3 months

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asteroid city

You say: "Did you talk to the alien?" I say: "Not yet." You say: "Why not? I thought for sure you would've yelled at him or made him laugh." I say: "Or asked him the secrets of the universe?" You say: "Exactly!" I say: "I think he's shy." You say: "So's Woodrow, but I'm sure he'll grow out of it. I mean, at least, I hope he will. Without a mother." I say: "He's a late bloomer -- but maybe, I think, you'll need to replace me." You say: "What? Why? How? I can't." I say:

"Maybe, I think, you'll need to try. I'm not coming back, Äugie." Then you take a picture of me and start crying, and I say: "I hope it comes out."

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I’ve been watching Asteroid city three times no and can’t stop thinking of this. This can be preferably read as Yuu leaving. But I had this in mind of Rook x Vil in an Asteroid city AU. Rook as Augie and Vil as Midge Campbell. I maybe missing some tags, do repost with tags if I’m missing anyone.

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overthegardenwirtt · 4 months

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Asteroid City

I know I'm about 5 months late to the party. I watched Asteroid City for the first time a few days ago and I have seen it twice again since then. The first time, I didn't get it at all. But the second and third times I fell in love. It's a beautiful frame narrative about grief and finding meaning in loss. It's about the things we leave behind. It's about a man playing the character of Augie who is grieving his wife, all the while wondering whether or not he is grieving his own lost lover correctly by honoring the last play he wrote.

I found the movie to be an incredibly interesting play on the "Death of the Author," both figuratively and literally. The Death of the Author, literally, is the central conflict of the protagonist Jones Hall. Upon rewatch, this becomes clear. Jones Hall does not know if he is playing the character of Augie correctly. And while he previously was told by the playwright that his interpretation was perfect, and while the character of Augie was really shaped around Jones in the writing process, after the death of Conrad he has no one to confirm, truly, that his interpretation is doing the character justice. What's more, the death of Conrad gives Augie a different sense of grief, of loss of a lover, that his character experiences. So are we seeing Augie grieve his lost wife? Or is it Jones that we see? What is Augie's motivation for burning his hand? What is Jones's?

The resolution, as much as this movie has one, relies as well on the Death of the Author, in the figurative sense. The idea that the true meaning of Asteroid City, if there even is one, does not matter. Just keep telling the story. And it's implied throughout the film that Conrad Earp wasn't clear on the meaning of many parts of the play. Augie burning his hand on the quickie griddle didn't have a meaning until Jones gave it one. The alien is played as a metaphor, though a metaphor to what is never pinned down. Regardless of whether the play had a meaning, outside of "infinity...and I don't know what else," the death of Conrad Earp solidifies that Jones will never know the true meaning. He just has to get what he can out of his own meaning. He has to allow himself to not understand for a while before he is able to understand.

Something that I found interesting when looking into (the largely negative) reviews of this film is that the relationship between Jones Hall and Conrad Earp is almost never touched upon. Whether it's just overlooked because we don't learn about Conrad's death until the end, or it's intentionally ignored on account of its queerness, ignoring this important aspect of the film is incredibly sad to me. By far the most compelling character in the film is Jones Hall, and adding the layer that Jones himself is struggling to grieve his lover and honor him by playing Augie correctly adds so much more to the story for me. It adds a message about searching for meaning and life in art. Just as Augie (in the deleted scene of the play) finds a bit of meaning in his dream conversation with his wife, Jones is able to find meaning in this conversation too, through the words of Conrad that were cut from the final script.

Another thing I found interesting in these reviews is how the name "Wes Anderson" is so inextricably tied to the film that reviewers cannot go more than thirty seconds without saying it. It frustrates me that on account of being a "Wes Anderson film," Asteroid City is held to a particular set of expectations and standards. Viewers look to it like they look to a marvel movie (though don't tell the wes anderson fans this). They look for visual aesthetics, actors, motifs unique to the director. They look to see Wes Anderson's take on [insert whatever genre here]. It really does the story a disservice to be so obsessed with a director's style that you can't see past that to the story being told.

Look. Maybe I'm biased. I absolutely adore cowboy aesthetics, the wild west, and aliens. I love stage plays and old Broadway. I love frame narratives. This movie has everything I could want. I love train imagery and its association with death. I love the way the play part looked like an animated cartoon and the reality part was staged like a 1955 broadway play. But as challenging it may be to put together everything, although it felt at times like everything was connected but nothing was working, I was able to find something in this film that spoke to me and i loved the journey.

#asteroid city #wes anderson #asteroid city review

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indy829 · 4 months

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Just watched Wes Anderson's Asteroid City (2023) and enjoyed all of the sartorial homages to mid-century Hollywood by costume designer Mileno Canonero, especially with Grace Kelly, Elizabeth Taylor, and Marilyn Monroe.

First up, we have the Edith Head-designed crisp white halter top and pistachio green pencil skirt ensemble cinched at the waist with a white belt that Kelly wore in Rear Window (1954). They even have Scarlett Johansson wearing a bracelet on the same wrist that Kelly wore her chunky charm bracelet. Even more bonus points for having Scarlett with a cocktail in-hand while wearing this outfit.

And then there's the floral dress that Johansson is seen wearing that is adorned with hand-painted pink and green cactus flowers. The floral design, along with the sleeveless bodice, quarter buttons that bifurcate said bodice, and jewel neckline encircled by a strand of tight-fitting pearls, really hammers home the Rear Window outfit Canonero wanted to reference. The main difference between the dresses is that while Johanssen has pink and green cactus flowers to match the desert setting of the film, Kelly's flowers are a golden yellow. These dresses are also both worn during the most action-oriented scenes in their respective films.

There are loads of Old Hollywood actresses Asteroid City could have referenced, so why Kelly? Well, Rear Window is largely a tale about the voyeurism displayed by the charcater portrayed by Jimmy Stewart. In Rear Window, the audience becomes complicit in that voyeurism as well. Asteroid City utilizes the lateral camera movements and dollhouse set designs favored by Wes Anderson to convey a sense of voyeurism, especially when the characters portrayed by Johannson and Jason Schwartzman are gazing into each other's (side) windows.

In these scenes, a couple of other mid-century actresses are referenced. While Johannson's outfits are mostly Grace Kelly-inspired, her hair and makeup are more decidedly Elizabeth Taylor, especially with how the latter looks in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958).

Could this be a reference to the fact that the playwright charcater portrayed by Edward Norton in AC is heavily-patterned after real-life playwright Tennessee Williams who wrote Cat on a Hot Tin Roof? Is the pressured stream-of-consciousness dialogue that Anderson has been favoring lately imitating that of Tennessee Williams characters who are always bursting at the seams to reveal their hidden truths?

And finally, the last 50s actress I saw a reference to was also a bit of a downer. TW for self-harm/suicide.

Johansson portrays an actress in the film and often runs her scenes and lines with Jason Schwartzman's charcater. In one such scene, she is pantomiming overdosing in her bathtub. The most noticeable prop is a comically large bottle of Chanel No. 5 perfume placed on a stool nearby. Why is this relevant? Chanel No. 5 was the purpoted favorite of Marilyn Monroe (though some reports that her actual favorite was Floris Rose Geranium, but the cultural image we have of her today is tied closely to Chanel).

I'm still trying to wrap my head around this scene. It seems that the film at large is a satire of/homage to 1950s Hollywood. Maybe this scene was a parody of the glamorous tragedy of the era that we as a culture still fetishize. Maybe it's a critique on how cruel the voyeurism of audiences and filmmakers can be especially with films like Blonde (2022).

The character herself, an actress who is considered glamorous but also complicated to work with being brought out to a remote desert locale brings to mind Marilyn Monroe filming The Misfits (1961) in the northern Nevada desert.

All-in-all, I enjoyed this latest outing with Wes Anderson and really admired how much thought and precision was put in by the likes of Mileno Canonero. I know that there are probably a ton of other references and homages I didn't mention here, but these are just a few impressions based off of my initial viewing last night.

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windswept-fields · 4 months

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My favorites of 2023

I wanted to make little wrap up of 2023, so here are my favorite movies and performances from 2023

Top Five Favorite movies

#5 The Hunger Games: The Ballad Of Songbirds and Snake - dir. Francis Lawrence

I am a YA/dystopian boy through and through. I thought this was a very faithful adaptation and very visually stunning. The performances were all great and I just really liked it. However, I had my problems with the book itself and I felt the movie didn't do a great job truly villainizing Snow (I found him too likable until like the end of the film) All in all though a fun watch.

#4 Saltburn- Dir. Emerald Fennell

If there's one thing I'm gonna do on this account, It's support a boy's wrongs. This movie has so many visual details and story details, it truly blows my mind. The soundtrack? Banger after banger. I'd never heard Murder on The Dance Floor before this movie but now I want to dance around a mansion to it. The cast? I mean just look at them. I do think occasionally this movie occasionally felt like it was just being shocking for shocking's sake and I got a little tired of it.

#3 Spiderman: Across The Spider-Verse- Dir. Kemp Powers, Justin K. Thompson, and Joaquim Dos Santos

I love art. There's no other way to say it. I am in love with creativity. The amount of details that are in this movie are so utterly mind blowing that every time I read about a new one, I feel like I have to rewatch this movie. The first Spider-verse film is an absolute masterpiece and this movie was not about to disappoint it. From the voice performances to the bleeding-water color, to animating on every other frame, this movie just had me floored. I hope it wins an Oscar for best animated feature or I'm throwing shit. I do want the second part before I fully judge the story but so far I think this is one of the best superhero stories in a while

#2 Barbie- Dir Greta Gerwig

I have never cried harder to a Nikki Minaj song. But actually, this movie made me fall in love with the simple act of being alive. It's a movie about a doll and yet its about enjoying life and growing up and how everything's so messy and it's so beautiful and we're so beautiful and I just. I get it. I get why Barbie wanted to be a human. We are all so fascinating. The ending montage alone is enough to make anyone with a heart cry. I hope that one day everyone is as in love with the world around them as this movie made me.

#1 Asteroid City- Dir. Wes Anderson

If you don't know the I'm Wes Anderson's number 1 fan, I'm doing something wrong. Truth be told, I didn't get this movie at first. I left the theater knowing that there was some deeper meaning but...what? So I thought about it for two weeks and then it hit me. There is no clear answer. There's no clear answer because the actors can't find a clear answer. There's no clear answer because the in-universe playwright didn't write one and maybe Anderson himself didn't write one. The movie has clear themes of grief and love and identity but at the end of the day what you choose to make of it is all up to you. There's also a lot to be said about how the play is existential and about uncertainty in the future and I think that's another reason I liked Asteroid City. I'm always so worried about the future. It terrifies me. But what can I do. And with that I once again realized that Wes Anderson was truly genius, and I don't think I'll ever see a film quite like Asteroid City again.

Favorite performances from each film

#5 Rachel Zegler as Lucy Gray Baird

I never got the hatred for Rachel Zegler. She was absolutely phenomenal in the 2021 West Side Story and she ate up Lucy Gray Baird. I just felt through the screen that Rachel understood her role so well. She played Lucy to all her vulnerability and strength and goddamn I am in love with her voice!! The old therebefore gave me absolute chills.

#4 Allison Oliver as Venetia Catton

being complete honest she's who I wanted to be in like middle school. Allison Oliver managed to play her as both such a free spirit and then to haunted on such the drop of the dime. From her subtle emotions to her snapping at Oliver in the bathtub she had me eating out of the palm of her hand. She would've loved Tumblr.

#3 Shameik Moore as Miles Morales

He had me laughing, crying, cheering and getting goosebumps the whole time. The absolute power Shameik Moore gives Miles is truly what tie the whole movie together. I feel like his performance often gets overshadowed for some of the bigger names in the cast and I truly find that shame. He gives Miles such a powerful and realistic portrayal that I admire it so deeply. From "Nah, I'mma do my own thing." to his conversations with Gwen to arguments with his parents, Shameik Moore makes Miles feel like a teenager who's trying to figure out who he is and a superhero saving a multiverse from collapsing

#2 Margot Robbie as Barbie

I'm fucking sick of only hearing Ryan Goslings name mentioned when we talk about the BARBIE movie! It is Margot's movie!! SHE ATE THAT SHIT UP!! She managed to so subtly bring in the changes of barbie being only a doll to being a real person. She provides so much of the movies comedy too. Her laying down crying had me wheezing not gonna lie. But she also shows us that how strong Barbie is and how she's so multi-faceted.She is truly someone little girls should see and be inspired by. Margot truly brought Barbie to life in all the ways that the audience and the script needed. She had me laughing, crying and smiling so goddamn wide the whole film. Here's to you, Margot.

#1 Jason Schwartzman as Augie Steenback/Jones Hall

It was the year of Schwartzman and nowhere was the proved more than in Asteroid City. Here we see, Jason Schwartzman playing and actor playing a single dad war photographer. Schwartzman manages to play all these layers so well, letting them blend together through on intense common factor: grief. Jones' grief bleeds into Augie in such a fascinating way that you might not even realize at first. It's so subtle and yet, it complete makes the performance. When we see Jones on his own a few times, though Jason Schwartzman manages to make him feel like a completely different man than Augie. The entire scene from Jones walking offstage to us being returned to 'Asteroid City' is truly some of my favorite acting of the year. Even through subtle expressions, we can truly see everything that Jones is experiencing. It's just such a sight to watch and it blows me away.

Some honorable film and performance mentions

Oppenheimer- Dir Christopher Nolan. Good film but a little too long if you ask me. Sorry!

Fav performance- Emily Blunt as Kitty Oppenheimer. She might not have been in a lot of the film but she stuck with me

Renfeild- Dir Chris McKay. Sorry I like fun camp! sue me!

Fav performance- Nic Cage as Dracula. I'm sorry Nic Cage is just so goddamn funny

Poison- Dir. Wes Anderson. Maybe the real snake was the Benedict Cumberbatch we met along the way.

Fav performance- Dev Patel as Woods. Wes please cast Dev Patel in a longer on of your films he ate this up.

Five Nights at Freddy's- Dir. Emma Tammi. I wanted to like it more but it felt like 3 different films until the last 20 minuets

fav performance- Matthew Lilard as William Afton. I want Stu Macher back after this.

The Swan- Dir. Wes Anderson. (Last time I mention Wes in this post I swear.) Hey Wesley! Quick question! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?? Thank youuuu!

Fav performance- Rupert Friend as Narrator/Peter Watson. Yeah he was the only guy speaking and he carried! The one moment where he breaks the stoic delivery and truly pleads for them to not kill the swan? Wow.

Gaurdians of The Galaxy Vol 3- Dir James Gunn. I have never cried over cgi this hard in my life!

Bradley Cooper as Rocket. Just hearing him scream sob almost had me open mouth sobbing in public.

Scream 6- Dir. Matt Bettinelli-olpin, Tyler Gillet. Starting to get real pissed at radiosilence.

fav performance- Jasmin Savoy-Brown as Mindy Meeks-Martin. She's so funny, I love her.

If y'all want I also have a favorite tv shows of 2023 post

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knightotoc · 10 months

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Asteroid City spoilers (seriously watch the movie first, it's great) --

I'm so stuck on the line "the wife who played my actress." It broke my heart, and I don't even know why or really understand it, but I feel like it's the key to everything.

We know Jason Schwartzman's character, the actor, was having an affair with Edward Norton's character, the playwright; their love at least partly begun because the actor played the writer's character so accurately. Margot Robbie plays another actor, who plays a dead character whose part got cut, so they can only meet in the liminal backstage area. I love the staging in this scene, the actors on their separate balconies like two Juliets.

The play-within-the-movie is about a family going through grief and quarantine, which makes it relevant to us even though it is set in the 50s. (There are a lot of terrifying parallels between now and the 50s: fear of apocalypse, Cold War, sliding back into conservatism, obsession with controlling gender, repressing emotions, overblown hype for technology -- all things, to various extents, present in the movie.) But the backstage story reveals the real grief: the playwright died, leaving his lover alone to portray his own too-timely tribute to fictional death.

So I'm stuck on this wife/actress line because it's so sad and mysterious. I wonder if she really was his wife, and either he was cheating on her, or she was his beard. Or, she wasn't his wife and he was just joking, which might mean that they're great friends/love working together and are bummed out that their beautiful scene got cut. It is unfair that the playwright liked the husband character so much more than the wife character.

Another more spooky explanation is that the playwright started to identify with the wife as his love with the husband's actor deepened. So he might have cut their ghostly scene as it became just too personal or too tragic to bear. The chronological story is then one of dramatic irony, and their offstage, unsanctioned reenactment is catharsis.

But I'm trying to think of a metaphorical, non-chronological way to understand the movie. Jason Schwartzman's character is really anxious about trying to find meaning in this play. I can understand his frustration even if it really is that simple, as I was also going through it, trying to make sense of this confusing movie. But I think it's clear that he's not really upset about the meaninglessness of the play, but the meaninglessness of life itself.

And so the absurd coincidence of a playwright writing about death and then dying starts to collapse, and some truer idea about grief emerges. When someone dies, we get trapped in a script. When a queer person dies, they might be misrepresented as someone more socially acceptable. So a real gay lover becomes a fake wife in a big silly costume (and perhaps a reference to Schwartzman's role in Marie Antoinette?).

So "the wife who played my actress" isn't either of those things. The reason the phrase makes no sense is that death makes no sense, homophobia makes no sense, and post-death homophobia makes the least sense of all. It is a really cool way to portray a ghost.

#asteroid city #wes anderson #jason schwartzman #i did not know he was also a coppola lol. talented guy tho!

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House Of Memories (27/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: literally where do i begin. Don't read this is you are severely prone to depressive episodes, I had one while writing (no joke), do not read if you cannot handle emotional stress or read anything about it...

Summary: Anakin loses at simulation racing... again. The next day you all are headed to a council meeting, when an unexpected mishap takes place.

A/n: I'm literally not okay after this one, you guys may not be either. I know i'm more sensitive than others can be emotionally, but otherwise I find myself pretty strong and this took it out of me....

Words: 5.2k (i cannot)

"You won't win this time, I bet you," Anakin said, his ship racing as the speed of sound alongside yours, but you weren't trying as hard to beat him as you were just trying to beat the obstacles in the way of you and the finish line. That was the difference between you and him. You were willing to lose but weren't willing to give up until you at least crossed the line. He felt he always had to win, whatever cost necessary.

"I'm not trying to beat you, Anakin, I'm just that good," you joked, maneuvering around the asteroid that was hurdling towards you and letting it hit Anakin's ship behind you. When it all started, he had a steady lead, but his need for victory blinded him, leaving him in your trails as you passed the floating line in that was glowing bright green now. Your winning color.

You opened the hatch on your seat, stepping out and onto the ground as people cheered and exchanged the money from their bets.

Anakin had gotten you into simulation racing in your spare time. Not that you had a lot on spare time on your hands, but it was a good way to help you practice so the council might give you back your piloting registration. You weren't much help to the republic without it, not that they cared.

"You're one heck of a speedster, I'll give you that," you teased him, watching as he rolled his eyes and shoved you lightly on the shoulder to show he was only being playful about his loss. He was usually a sore loser, so you took his simple brush as a compliment of your friendship.

"You fly just like him," he mumbled, but you heard it, your curiosity peaking.

"Just like who?"

He went and handed over both his and your activation cards to the simulation controller, before turning to you and answering shortly.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the one who taught you how to fly?"

You didn't believe your question warranted this amount of sass, but you let him get away with it, having been that you just won another round of racing with the boy who was known for being a good pilot. A crazy one, for sure, but a good pilot, nonetheless.

"He taught me well," you smiled, walking out of the city gamery and into the night, lit up by the beautiful neon of the Coruscanti underworld.

Anakin had a reason for bringing you here tonight, though he hadn't even approached it yet.

When he and Ahsoka found out that yours and Obi-Wan's feelings for each other were mutual, they had been plotting for the next week. Too bad Ahsoka wasn't on world right now, she probably would have asked you both straight out already. Anakin was a little hesitant to go to his old Master over something so irrational. He knew he couldn't just tell Obi-Wan that his padawan of twelve years was in love with him. He was a man of logic, and would first and foremost ask for proof, which Anakin knew he did not have.

You, however, were the better target of Anakin's prepared conversation topic, being that you were far more optimistic than he was, and you were always willing to listen to what someone had to say before you ruled out anything. Case and point, you always knew that there might be something you don't know, which is probably why you'd become so wise. You acknowledged there was always more to learn, so by doing so, you were far beyond Anakin in your wisdom. He thought he knew everything, all the time. He did know something though, something you didn't. So why was it this hard for him to tell you?

You sat side by side in the speeder, on your way back to the Jedi Temple. He seemed tense, but you figured he was just sick of losing.

"You're mad at me, aren't you?"

He furrowed his brows and shook his head, trying to tell you what he needed to, but it wasn't working very well. Every time he went to open his mouth, he got nervous and stopped. You knew it was going to be a long, silent ride, and you hoped you didn't have to deal with any angry remarks here and there.

"I'm not mad at all," he admitted, and then his demeanor changed. He wanted to ask you something first before he would be able to say anything. "I just have a few questions."

"Well, shoot."

He was sure he could do it, and as he rounded a building, he exhaled a deep breath.

"How do you feel about relationships?" was not the best way to start. He knew you were in the same mindset as he was when it came to the forming of attachments with the jedi.

"Gee, I'm not sure, wasn't I the only one at your wedding?" you sarcastically quipped, deadpanning into the city as he kept flying. You rolled your eyes before he could correct himself.

"You know what I mean, I'm just asking if you yourself would be open to one."

This was an intriguing new development. You pondered who he might be thinking to set you up with.

"Why? Has anyone seemed interest in me?"

"Well, there is an individual who had in confidence expressed their feelings for you to me," he seemed nervous. It must be someone you know, maybe the padawan of Master Plo, a year or two younger than you, tall dark hair, lankier than an antenna. He seemed to ride on your coat tails lately, trying to hang around longer than you were welcoming him to... but then again, he didn't seem to like you that way.

"Whoever it is, tell them I'm not interested," You chided, waiting until the speeder was completely landed in its place before hopping out the side and walking along the pathway.

"I haven't told you who it is, yet."

"Doesn't matter. I've already got my heart set on eternal misery, and believe it or not, I'm rather fond of our arrangement," you told him, holding the elevator door for him while he caught up to you in the speeder lot. Once he was inside and the doors were closed, he sensed in you a sadness that hadn't been there a moment before. Were you thinking about Obi-Wan?

"You don't seem like you're fond of it. If you'd allow me to explain-"

"Nope," you said, shaking your head and stepping off the lift when it opened. You were walking rather fast back to your and Obi-Wan's apartment, and you caught Anakin following you very closely behind.

"But you're missing out on something I know you want," he grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You turned around and gave him a glare.

"You don't know what I want, Anakin. I can't have what I want."

"It's Obi-Wan, isn't it?" Bingo. That's all he ever originally needed to say, but maybe he shouldn't be saying it so loud and out in the open hallway.

You backed him into the wall and put a hand over his mouth, hoping to shut him up before he exposed you of anything else that you weren't aware he knew of.

"Wanna yell that any louder?" You had a murderous look in your eye, and he stayed incredibly still in fear that you might actually kill him this time. Of course, you wouldn't, but he had never seen you so rageful before. "How did you know?"

You stood back and began to calm down, and though he was still the slightest bit afraid, he combed a hand through his hair and got ready to fess up.

"Look, Ahsoka and I were just trying to-"

"I can't believe she told you. She promised she wouldn't," you were fuming again within seconds, and honestly Anakin was completely giving up on telling you about Obi-Wan. Now his objective was to simply get out of this conversation alive. You were pacing the hall, whispering obscenities into the air, hoping that no one heard you or anything Anakin had said about you. Your apartment was two doors down, and if Obi-Wan sensed something going on, he might come out to check it out.

"If it makes you feel any better-"

"No, Anakin. Don't try and make me feel better," you walked up to him, the sternest look you could wear on your face was ever so present, and he couldn't believe it, but when you raised a pointed finger at him, he flinched. "I need you to promise me this will never be brought up again. Not to me, not to Ahsoka, and not to anyone else in this galaxy."

He nodded, understanding why you were so worried about anyone else finding out. For him and Padme, it was easy, because they had fallen in love alongside each other, able to confess their feelings easily in light of their situations. It was also easier to hide their relationship, because she was a senator, not a Jedi. If they by any chance were in some sort of need to spend time together, all she needed to do was go to the council and ask for a Jedi escort because she felt unsafe without one by her side. They always gave her Anakin, because they knew that trust was an important factor in protection.

It was so different for you, because at literally any moment, if someone told the council about you seemingly having feelings for a certain Jedi master, or vice versa, you'd both be expelled from the Jedi order, never to serve under the galactic senate of the republic ever again. It wasn't a viable option. It definitely was not your preference, and though it pained you to keep it hidden, you'd rather live a life of loving him secretly than being dragged away from him and unable to love him at all.

"I understand, I'm sorry."

He was about to leave, ducking his head down and turning on his heels, ready to forget this moment ever happened, but you stopped him, pulling on his arm and turning him back around to face you one more time.

"I'm not upset with you, Anakin. I'm just upset," you admitted, letting him go now that you'd justified yourself. You loved Anakin, your brother, your best friend. You knew he was only trying to help, but he was just so reckless sometimes. His driving passion to express what he wanted to do often overshadowed any form of common sense the boy had left in his brain. He was intelligent beyond measure, quick in his head and on his feet, but it wasn't always enough, because he wasn't willing to think his options through.

As he disappeared down the hallway, you heaved a sigh, running both hands over your flushed expression. You shook your head and tried to quickly put yourself in a mindset that was appropriate for entering your apartment.

As you opened the door, you saw a hologram projecting some sort of plan in the main room. You walked in, trying to get a closer look, but Obi-Wan sensed your presence, and shut it off immediately. Did he not want to to see it? Strange...

"I didn't know you'd be back so early," he stood from his seat and came over to greet you in the doorway, like he always did. He helped you unwrap from your cloak, hanging it on the wall. He knew something was going on, but he couldn't quite sense what it was. You were blocking it from him, although the proof of your emotion was still being worn on your face, and your body movements. "What's wrong, little one?"

"Anakin."

You said it shortly, dull and without much emotion, but he chuckled just at hearing your answer, and being able to understand it quite well even without context.

"Well then I suppose that answers my next question," he followed you back into the main room and sat down beside you, letting you rest on his shoulder to relieve any stress his former padawan may have caused you. He knew the feeling all too well.

"Which was?"

"How was the race?"

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back on the couch, closing your eyes and hoping you didn't have to open them quite yet. You needed a moment of peace after that fiasco. Really, you needed a moment of peace after any extended amount of time with just Anakin.

"That boy doesn't know how to lose," he remarked, leaning back as you did and laughing a little. Even after all the training Obi-Wan had given him, it still didn't seem like enough. Anakin was his own person, and it was hard to train him into something he wasn't.

"And yet, he seems to lose a lot."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him to hold you momentarily. It felt nice to relax with him this way, just you and him, in silence. He stroked up and down your arm a few times, making you feel soothed and calm. You smiled contently, and he caught sight of it, just barely. He leaned in to kiss the side of your head gently, and let his lips linger for just a second longer than he probably should have.

"You should get into bed; we have a meeting to go to tomorrow."

You heaved a breath of annoyance, knowing he was right, but you didn't want to leave his side just yet. He sensed this thought in you, though he didn't transmit it in its entirety.

"You can sleep with me if you'd like," he offered. It wasn't even as much for you as it was for him.

The council had given him a new mission today, and he had been analyzing the plans for it when you came in. He was hesitant to take on the mission, but knew it was vital to the new operation that was being set in motion by the republic. He knew he was capable of completing it properly, that's not where his hesitancy lied. It was with the people around him that would be affected by this plan. He wanted to spend the last night before the mission was to be activated holding you close, making you feel safe, and secure.

"Yes, please."

He kissed your head again, but quickly this time, patting your shoulder and letting you go so you could get up.

"Go on and get settled, I'll be in soon," he said, watching as you got up and left. You seemed tired, and he'd hoped you'd be asleep by the time he was in bed with you. He didn't want you sensing any of his thoughts or feelings about this new operation, because the council wanted it to be kept under wraps for now, off the record completely until it was over. He knew you would worry, and even though you'd be better off knowing, it was requested specifically by the council that you and Anakin were both kept in the dark.

Once he knew you were busy readying yourself for the night, he opened the hologram again, looking at the plans with careful consideration. This was going to be a rough week. Not just for him, but for everyone involved.

You awoke the next morning, earlier than sunrise, covered in the warmth of Obi-Wan's many blankets, that he insisted were necessary whenever you slept with him. He knew you got cold easily, and the simple gesture meant barely anything to him, but to you, it was much appreciated. You felt the weight of his arm over you, holding you down, keeping you close, was a welcome one, but you were unable to sit up, or even move easily. You knew he had to be up soon as well, but you didn't want to be the one to disturb his rest. He barely ever slept so deeply, so easily. He was not hard to awaken most days, so seeing him in such a slumber, where every muscle in his body was relaxed was a new occurrence.

You tried hard to maneuver yourself out of his grasp and ended up simply lifting his arm an inch or two above you so that you could carefully roll out from underneath it. You were fairly proud of yourself for moving so stealthily, and almost commended yourself for it... until you fell onto the ground, with a loud thud.

How graceful, the Jedi who had fought a multitude of great enemies, and taken them down with the simplest of moves, and now, she falls off the bed like a clumsy little child.

You heard laughing from where you previously laid on the bed, and sighed, knowing he had probably been awake this whole time.

"Are you alright?"

As always, he took the time to be amused with your mishap before asking if you'd survived it. Not to be dramatic, but if you'd actually hurt yourself, you feel like he still would have chuckled before coming to your aid.

"I'm fine, I was trying to be quiet."

"Good job," he teased, his sarcastic tone filling the air as he sat up and rubbed a hand over his face. You sat up on the floor, looking up at the sweet scene. The soft, pretty light of Coruscant came through his window, lighting his tired features from the back, and creating a beautiful silhouette that you would keep in the archives of your mind as one of the prettiest sights you've ever seen. All of the loveliest atmospheres you could remember always held his presence. "We do need to get going. I need to make sure Anakin and Ahsoka are ready to board when we are."

"It's so early, Obi," you groaned, and he frowned. He didn't want to leave yet. He was dreading the mission ahead, and wanted to stay here with you, in his bed, in all the warmth both you of could provide each other. He wanted to sit and hold you in the soft light of the still dark morning, the city being the only illumination that came upon you. He wanted to press gentle kisses to your smooth skin, over your shoulders, your neck, maybe between your shoulder blades where you'd held a scar from your run in with Dooku. He didn't want to leave this moment because he knew what was coming later in the day, and he dreaded it.

"I know, little one," he gave you a hand up, and you sat back down next to him on the bed, even just for a few seconds more. "But we have to go."

You nodded, looking at his face, which held a soft apologetic smile. Pretty, you thought.

You stood up and headed to your own room, trying to prepare yourself for the day. You were so sluggish this morning, so tired. You hoped you wouldn't fall asleep in the council meeting, because it would only give Mace more motive to yell at you when it was over. You knew Obi-Wan would say something if it got out of hand, but you just wished you didn't have to deal with it in the first place.

You went to the front door when you were finished getting ready, pulling on your cloak and waiting for your Master, who was only a few steps behind you. It wasn't long before he was pulling the hood over your head like he always did, leaving a kiss on the top to seal the small gesture.

There weren't any other Jedi in the halls this early in the morning, not even maintenance droids, so he reached down and gathered your hand up in his. It was a small action of contact, but whenever he did it, just to be close to you, it filled your heart with warmth that spread over your entire body.

Obi-Wan crossed into the hallway he knew Ahsoka was, and to his surprise, both her and Anakin were up and ready to go. He thought he might have to find his old Padawan and drag him out of bed somewhere. Anakin hated early mornings, because he often stayed up late.

"You look tired," Anakin said, bumping elbows with you as you approached.

"Brilliant observation, General," you said sarcastically, and he rolled his eyes. He thought that perhaps he had at least sounded concerned, but from your reaction, he would guess not.

"Are we ready?" Ahsoka chided, trying not to let her eyes fall on your connected hands, which she'd noticed when you first rounded the hallway. Anakin noticed it too, but wouldn't say anything until either of you did. He promised you he would stay out of it. He was not capable of keeping a great many secrets, but for your sake, and his old master's, he would do as he was told.

"Yes, and we need to be on the tarmac as soon as possible," Obi-Wan was in motion soon after the words left his lips, and he was pulling you along with him. The other two came close behind you, following until you were at the elevator.

Once you were all inside, and the air was deathly still, the silence became unbearable.

"Did the council ever inform you on what this meeting was about?" You turned towards your master in hopes of getting a long and detailed response, but he looked back at you with a strangely solemn expression.

"They did not," he let out.

Wonderful. So, you were unaware of the contents of this upcoming meeting, and you had to wait until you got there to find out. You hoped it wouldn't be a long and boring flight.

Stepping out of the elevator and onto the tarmac, you sensed something was off, there was a riff in the force, and echo of something yet to come. You stopped in your tracks for a moment, shaking it off before resuming your steps with everyone else. Obi-Wan had long since let go of your hand, and though his signature was highly in tuned with yours, he was far too caught up in his thoughts to notice your distraction.

The silence broke with Ahsoka and Anakin, although it wasn't exactly easing to you. Your head was suddenly pounding, and you weren't able to decipher what was wrong, but it was in motion, all around you, caving in.

Then it came, the first blaster shot from the top of the building. Another fired after you momentarily, and Obi-Wan pushed you behind him, shoving you to cover where the shots would reach you.

"Any idea where that shot came from?" Obi-Wan called out to Ahsoka and Anakin, who were hiding behind a separate cargo until across from yours.

Ahsoka looked over the crates, seeing a figure on the left building's roof.

"It's a sniper, I can see him up there," she pointed up to the spot of the shots, and you peeked around the crate to see that, yes, there was a full range sniper still firing shots directly at you all.

"Obi-Wan?" you turned to him, hoping he had a plan, he usually did. He was a fast thinker and looked across again at Anakin before answering your call of his name.

"Alright, here's the plan," he paused, thinking it through before shouting the orders confidently. "Anakin, try and flank him on the right. Ahsoka, stay covering the lower streets."

"What about me?" You chided, getting him to look at you. He grabbed your arm, tugging you with him as he stood to his feet.

"We're going after him."

You nodded, waiting for the opportune moment, before you all dispersed into the chase. Obi-Wan jumped straight for the climb, and you used your running momentum to hop your way to the roof of the building, letting Obi-Wan take the lead, but staying right beside him incase anything happened.

You had your eyes on the target, and were running straight for him, but you stopped at the ledge of the other side of the roof, backing into cover when the shots kept firing in your direction.

Obi-Wan stayed right beside you, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. He was never so affectionate with you in situations like this. The coddling was always saved for after the mission was complete. Why was he being so physical in his interaction with you just now?

"I'm going right," he said, nodding behind him, readying his saber in his hand.

"I'll go left, we can squeeze him out."

You let go of his hand, reaching for your own saber and holding it in a ready position. It was key to keep it close, but not to ignite it until it was absolutely necessary. The fog would light up and instantly give you away.

You spotted the sniper on the roof across from you, and you were about to take your leap, but his shot going through the air stopped you. Everything slowed in front of you, and you realized where you were standing, and you realized where Obi-Wan was standing. Like lightning, the scene resumed, and you watched as your master took the hit, straight to the chest, knocking him backwards off the roof.

"Obi," you didn't care about the sniper anymore, you just wanted to get to Obi-Wan. You ran and jumped off the roof, rolling into the ground when you hit it.

The commotion from the area drew Anakin's attention from the other roof side, and he yelled after his friend.

"Obi-Wan?"

Ahsoka ran up to meet you, looking at Anakin and giving him the signal to keep going. He couldn't let the sniper get away.

"We got him, go!" Her shout of encouragement was enough for him to take off. To cross the roof and run in his general direction. He was hot on the sniper's heels.

You knelt down on the ground by Obi-Wan, ignoring the blood dripping down your face and arm from when you hit the ground, rolling onto your side.

"Obi?" you spoke softly, rolling him over and taking him onto your arms. He was okay, he had to be okay. So then why couldn't you sense his presence? "Obi, please wake up."

You checked him for a pulse and found none. Tried to sense his breathing pattern you learned so well, but it was not there. His vitals had completely tanked. His heart stopped; the air was no longer entering his lungs.

"Obi, don't do this, please I need you," you held his face with one hand, the sight of his eyes closed, mouth barely open, lips only parted slightly, not for air to come through. The tears that had filled your eyes moments ago were pouring over in droves. You couldn't believe this, you wouldn't. He couldn't be gone, not while you were still so close and holding onto him like this. "It can’t end like this, please… You promised me."

Ahsoka put a hand on your shoulder, but you weren't able to focus on anything but the man you held, lifeless in your arms.

"I can't do this, Obi please," you cried, and you cried some more, but no matter how hard you cried, the tears could not fix what had been broken. He was gone, the remnants of him laying on you, his beauty that remained. "Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me."

You ducked your head in defeat, he was limp as you pulled him closer to you, your tears landing on his cheeks as if they were his own. You held him so tightly, you couldn't let him go. He promised you he would protect you, he promised. You wanted so badly to tap into the force, to use the darkness that flowed through your body to bring down the building before you, to use anything you could as an outlet for your pain and suffering.

You were uncontrollable at this point, unable to stop, or even stall the tears that simply kept coming. You didn't want to. You wanted to feel every part of this grief, every aspect of pain, because you'd lost the one person you swore meant the most to you in this galaxy, and it was your fault. You hesitated to take out the sniper, and now you dearly beloved Master was dead.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you tucked your face into his neck, still emanating his scent. It wasn't comforting like it normally was. It just hurt worse. It was an after effect, left over, but soon to be gone with the rest of him.

"It's not your fault," Ahsoka said from above you, and when you looked up, you saw the tears in her eyes, begging to spill over, too.

"How is he?" Anakin had run back to your both, and upon seeing the looks on your faces, his dropped immediately. "Obi-Wan?"

He dropped to his knees beside you, placing a hand on his friend's chest, but with no reaction, he became panicked.

"Obi-Wan!"

The people who had gathered around, the ones who saw the whole thing, were in absolute shock. Everyone who lived on Coruscant knew who the great Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi was. Now they knew he was dead, gone from this world, but still in your arms.

It was cruel that death should take someone from you but leave their body. The vessel in which they lived their lives, in which they made others happy, in which they caused others to fall so deeply in love with them that it hurt.

You heard the sirens of the medical speeders coming towards you, but you couldn't bring yourself to move for them.

They opened the back of one, bringing out a stretcher to put him on, but you refused to let go of him.

Anakin saw that they were trying to help, but you were blocking them. He gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you away from the body of the man you loved, and you screamed, unable to part with it, for while he was gone, you didn't want to feel like you were alone, and now you did. You let go of him, and they were taking him away. You reached out, but they kept going, and Anakin held you still, trying to calm you, holding you gently and keeping you close to him.

He was just as much of an emotional wreck, but he needed to show some semblance of control, for your sake, and for Ahsoka.

You curled into him on instinct, gripping his arm and forming a cocoon around it. You'd completely and totally lost it. Your mind was in shambles, and you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it. In fact, you let it happen, you sat and cried, and let the emptiness engulf you in a way it never had before. The darkness that was within you, the flow of it that you always feared, was beginning to take control. It made you angry, and the devastation grew worse with each minute Obi-Wan was gone from you. He was your light, the one thing in this galaxy that could keep you on the steady path. Without him your turn to the dark side would be inevitable. It was only a matter of time.

Time of grief, pain, and pure suffering.

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