#obi wan kenobi second trailer

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House Of Memories (3/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, death of mentioned character, overthinking (not sure if it's a warning but maybe a trigger??)

Summary: Following the death of his Master, Obi-Wan tries to pick up the pieces of his future plans. His life will never be the same, only because of a boy named Anakin Skywalker.

A/n: Okay so we're getting another episode tomorrow. I'm going to do my best to keep up with posting until the rest of the series is out.... There have been rumors about another season.... I pray to God that there is bc it's easily the best show on disney+ already there's no denying it. I'm a hardcore mando girl, but... come on

Words: 1.4k (ew)

A thick solemness hung over the temple when the transmission came in. At the expense of his life, Qui Gon Jinn fought to destroy the Sith Lord named Maul. Obi-Wan Kenobi avenged his master's death by killing him, but it didn't bring back his mentor whom he'd grown so close to.

It gave him a fresher outlook on life, on his own and the people around him. The jedi must have thought of themselves as expendable to a certain point, otherwise the order would not exist. Their very goal in everything they did was to put others above themselves and their colleagues, no matter the relationship or the time spent together. The mission comes first, and the people of the republic are to be protected.

Flying back to Coruscant gave him time to reflect before he had to face the council. He made his Master a promise on his deathbed that was first and foremost important... even though it was going to change the plans that had already been set in front of him for the years to come. It had been a year since Master Yoda told Obi-Wan that he would train the youngling he brought back as his padawan, but now he knew he may not be able to. He was to train Anakin Skywalker, the boy who very well may be the chosen one among the Jedi, said to bring balance to the force and fulfill the ancient prophecy.

Anakin was a bright boy for sure, but training him would present Obi-Wan with a newfound set of problems he couldn't even comprehend right now. He knew that you would be assigned to someone else, and that they wouldn't be able to connect with you the way he could. As was aforementioned, Obi-Wan was not particularly a favorite among all children, especially not the younglings in the temple, you being the only exception. He wondered if he might fail Anakin as a teacher, not knowing enough about him to pass on his knowledge in a way that could be useful later on. He didn't know much about the boy at all, other than the fact he had the highest midichlorian count of anyone recorded in history. He was a good pilot, and a spry little thing.

Once the ship had landed, there was little time for him to decide what he was going to say to the council, before he was taken directly to them and asked a series of questions, most of them a little bit unfeeling, given that he is still grieving the loss of his master, whom he'd known since being a youngling. He was glad when it was over, and everyone left the large room, filing out one at a time.

"Reassignment of your designated padawan, this means," Yoda floated by him on a hoverseat, hoping to catch him as he was leaving.

"I understand, Master, but I have decided. This is what Qui Gon wanted," he paused, and Yoda caught the slight discrepancy in his wavering tone.

"Not what you want, this decision is, hmm?"

Obi-Wan was scared to question his meaning, because after all the thinking he'd done, no, this is not what he wanted. He was being compelled by the force and the dying words of his Master to do what was asked of him, but it made him afraid. He had everything planned out until now, and one day has changed the trajectory of his entire life.

"I sense in you great fear. Ruin your future, it could," Yoda moved his hoverseat to the side upon seeing the younglings passing through the hallway, the Masters that lead them bowed in reverence, not only to Yoda today, but for Obi-Wan.

"I only want to carry out my master's wishes. His life shall not be lost in vain."

Yoda sighed, his words clearly went in one ear and out the other. The only person he ever seemed to truly listen to was Qui Gon, and as of today, he was lost to the cosmic force. He pondered for a moment before he was interrupted by a high pitched, shrill voice.

"Obi!" You saw him as you were walking at the end of the line of the other padawans, and he looked sad. That's not right. He shouldn't be sad when he makes everyone else so happy.

You ran out of line, nearly getting held back by the arms of the Master who walked behind you. You crashed into him, wrapping both arms around his legs, as it was the only place you could reach. You were late to your growth spurt... again. You supposed being small wasn't a horrible thing, because it allowed you to still be picked up and carried places, though usually you had to fake being tired for that.

"Hello, little one," Obi-Wan scooped you up, holding you to his eyeline to where he could see your excited smile. "Did you have a good time training today?"

He only asked because he knew you got to go to the city today, as a field trip of sorts. It was part of the fun for the younglings.

"No, it was awful," you said nonchalantly. he was almost flabbergasted, and Yoda snickered under his breath before floating away, seeing as the young Kenobi was now quite busy.

"What do you mean awful? Didn't you have a nice time in the city?" He waved off the Master who seemed to be waiting for your presence. They knew he would probably bring you to the children's quarters before curfew. He often took you to the library for some late-night reading upon your request before heading off to bed.

"I got pushed to the back of the tram, I was too small to see anything," you expressed, playing with his braid like you often did. He wasn't sure what you would think when he cut it off after the trials. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset.

"I'm sorry about that, little one... perhaps we can go read some before I have to take you back?" he suggested, watching as your features lit up and you nodded rapidly.

-

He wasn't sure how to break the news to you. He had completed his trials with flying colors, and he was sure to hold records for some time after. You had been told in the past that Obi-Wan was to be your master. Now he would be taking on Anakin, and you would be assigned to someone who could quote on quote 'control your behaviors' in training. He didn't like that. He knew that whoever your Master was would overlook the best qualities and only focus on the faults. Most jedi in the temple had heard of you by now, and not very good things. It was you that kept him conflicted over the decision the most, still, he went through with it.

He was brought before the council, ready to receive Anakin as his padawan, and all the council members were there.

"It is with great pride that we grant you the rank of a Jedi knight, and give you your first assignment as such," Windu announced, beckoning to the guard on the other side of the room to let the doors be opened.

In came Anakin, freshly presented in his new training robes, adorning a new haircut than what he had before, including his own training braid, to mark his future progress. He had a smile on his face as he stood before the council again.

"Where's the other one?" Windu prodded to the man at the door.

"The other one?" Obi-Wan snapped his head around to meet the council once more, but then turned it back when you trotted in, cowering into yourself for your fear of the council. It wasn't necessarily even fear, but anxiety that they brought upon you. Every move you made under their scrutiny felt wrong.

"After much deliberation, we have found that it would be in the best interest of both padawans to be placed under your watchful eye. This is purely experimental, and if we see you struggling to uphold both of their training, we will revoke one of them to be reassigned immediately."

Obi-Wan didn't even care the stress he was about to take on. He was happy enough that he could keep both his promise to Qui Gon, as well as continue on with his original plans in the order.

"I will do everything in my power to bring the order pride by them."

A good response, one the council was pleased by. They sent the three of you off, ready to find your new living quarters.

Standing at the age of seven and a half, you felt so grown up having moved into your own room, away from the other younglings in the temple.

You were ready to begin your evolution from a youngling to a Jedi, and this was only the beginning. Obi-Wan was a good mentor and was convinced he would train both you and Anakin into great heroes of the republic one day.

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Tags: @spencerrxids @sawendel @fandomstanner24 @i-shall-abide @officialjellydoughnut @whatshxrname @darkened-writer

#obi wan x padawan #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan series #obi wan kenobi #obi wan x y/n #obi wan kenobi x padawan!reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #obi wan kenobi second trailer #ewan mcgregor #hayden christensen

[bereft-of-frogs]

Setting up my spoiler filters

I know I’m being fully delusional, and I now get that when Kumail Nanjiani’s character hands them the card it’s a key to his ship and when referring to people who are willing to help them, he’s probably talking about himself, but there’s this tiiiiny part of my brain holding onto my initial interpretation of that scene being them going to meet people who would help them get off planet and that those people might be Cal and the Mantis crew

Like. Just imagine with me for a moment.

A figure in a poncho stepping out of the shadows. Facing down inquisitors with a double-bladed lightsaber.

Nightsister magic making their ship disappear.

Someone with a red lightsaber who you think is another attacker, but instead is coming to help.

Cal and Reva fighting, “I heard it was you who killed the Second Sister,” she accuses.

He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t kill Trilla.” Grins. “But I did kill the Ninth.”

Look. It could happen.

(Probably not, but give me a night of hope, ok!)

#hey look why would they have reva be the third sister if we weren’t meant to think of the second! #why would they release the trailer on premiere day? #why skip ahead five years exactly from Fallen Order so the timelines match perfectly? #why the parallels? hm? #I’m in really deep guys someone come knock some sense into me #Star Wars #obi wan kenobi spoilers #kenobi spoilers #kenobi series spoilers #jedi fallen order #that last exchange I’m saving for a fic tbh #i still don’t actually know if it’s getting posted tonight or tomorrow best be safe #Kenobi series

[thecleverqueer]

Things we know about Bo-Katan Kryze:

-Bo’s problematic.

-Bo’s fierce.

-Bo’s a savage warrior.

-Bo was a teen terrorist.

-Bo’s clearly gay (the sexual objectification of Ahsoka Tano followed by that intense slap on the ass that resulted in Ahsoka jumping 4 feet in the air sort of solidified that in my mind -that was a terrible episode, BTW… f*^%ing awful, but I’ve covered that… moving on).

-Bo sister, Satine, ruled Mandalore for a time, but Bo Katan had zero chill while this was happening (as if she’s ever had any chill), and it caused a familial rift.

-Bo turned a new leaf when Maul killed Pre Visla, the leader of Death Watch.

-Bo and Satine reconciled right before Satine’s death, and Bo saved Obi-Wan Kenobi from the Mauldalorians.

-Bo is obsessed with ruling Mandalore.

-Bo convinced Ahsoka to help her recapture Mandalore by teaming up to capture Maul (someone neither of them liked).

-Bo-Katan and Ahsoka have some intense homoerotic chemistry between them. Maybe it was the from their first meeting? I don’t know. It’s undeniable though.

-Bo-Katan ruled Mandalore before Gar Saxon fucked her over by selling Mandalore out to the Empire.

-Bo has an affinity for Clan Wren…despite threatening Sabine for building that super weapon that melted Beskar.

-Bo-Katan has these weird moments of diplomacy amongst her generalized tendency to be completely feral.

-At the end of the day, Bo is still oddly like Satine in a lot of ways.

-Bo attempted to rule Mandalore a second time with the Dark Saber and lost it.

-Bo is a bottom.

-Bo is likely in her mid-to-late 40s in The Mandalorian.

-Bo-Katan is the last of her line.

-Bo is obsessed with the Dark Saber.

-Bo’s redemption arc was/is incredible.

Which brings me to the things we don’t know about Bo-Katan Kryze:

-Is Bo going to be an antagonist to Din Djarin?

-Are Bo-Katan and Ahsoka still sleeping together? I mean, Bo does know where Ahsoka is on her hunting adventure and that fact doesn’t freak Ahsoka out (we won’t get an answer to this because the folks at Disney are cowards, but the subtext will do… it was pretty loud and clear in the last season of TCW, so we’ll make due with whatever, I guess).

-Why TF is Bo-Katan seen on the Mandalorian throne with a blanket in the S3 trailers? Is Bo sleeping on the throne? Is Bo afraid that someone is going to take it while she sleeps in a bed? Mandalore is in ashes, so why would they? Did Ahsoka kick Bo out of the bedroom? WTF? Why!? Why is this happening?

-Is Bo slipping into complete madness?

-Is Bo actually going to go reverse on her redemption arc after having one so epically compelling?

-If Bo is the enemy, will she survive The Mandalorian Season 3?

-Will Bo and Din just end up being friends for the sake of Mandalore?

-WTF IS GOING ON WITH BO-KATAN!? What are they doing to her?

#star wars #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #the clone wars #star wars rebels #din djarin #ahsoka being gay #bo being gay #mandalore #the siege of mandalore #mandalorian season 3 #ahsokatan

[atlas-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day four: Obedience

Characters:Obi-wan Kenobi, Sheev Palpatine, Mace Windu, Kit Fisto, Yoda (mentioned)

Summary: The feats Sidious had accomplished were extraordinary. It's only the Sith himself who thinks that, though.

Word count: 1,714

Tags: Whump, mind control, mind break, abuse of the Force, unwilling obedience (until it isn't).

Authors note: Did I use a Megamind quote for this? Yes. Do I like the new trailer? No. This is me coping with it. I'm actually really proud of this one though. Enjoy!

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Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Masterlist

When the Sith returned, no-one in the Jedi temple had believed it at first. Their sworn enemy has been extinct for centuries. Why would they have come back if there was no Master to an apprentice? Darth Plagueis was presumed to be the last of his kind, after he was murdered by an unknown killer without an apprentice to his name. 

The Jedi have always been simple-minded. They never considered that it could have been the killer of Plagueis that was the apprentice himself. Even when they figured that out, they didn’t know who that might have been. 

Until they did. 

Sidious could not have made it more obvious.

He strolls into the Council Chamber, his cloak billowing behind him and his hood concealing his face. The Jedi Masters were in the middle of a meeting, with the likes of Yoda, Plo Koon and various others in their hologram forms in systems hundreds of light years away. The second the Sith Lord walks in, the Jedi present are immediately standing on their seats with their lightsabers drawn, poised to strike. Obi-wan is one of them. 

“Are Jedi really so quick to judge? I thought you were hospitable.” the slithery hiss of the Sith reaches their ears and Obi-wan can’t help but feel his hackles rise. 

“Forgive us, Sith,” Windu begins as he glares at the man, “When someone of the Dark side enters a place of the Light, we don’t take kindly to it.” Sidious chuckles at that; a horrible sound. Like scraping a fork against a ceramic plate. 

“Is that so? Well then, I might as well make myself comfortable, hm?” With a flick of his wrist, the lightsabers of every council member in the room are pulled from their hands and enter Sideous’ own. The Jedi try to grapple for them as they shoot out of their grip to no avail, and two of them fall from their seats onto the marble floor.  

Sidious laughs again, gazing at the two Jedi through his hood. “Is this really the Jedi Council? I must be in the wrong room.” With another wave of his hand, the holograms of the absent Jedi flicker and dissipate in blue pixels. Now, without the knowledgeable observation of Master Yoda, the rest of the council have been left on their own to deal with the Sith Lord. 

Mace curls his lip in disgust. “You will come with us and be put on trial,” he demands. 

“And if I do not comply?” 

“Then we’ll force you to.” Obi-wan is steadily festering a deep hatred for Sidious’ laugh. 

“I don’t believe you’re in any place to make orders, Master Jedi,” the Sith states simply. “You’ve been disarmed, and the rest of your Order are... incapacitated.” There is an audible gasp somewhere in the room. “I would have killed them, but where would the fun of that be? You’re all very powerful Jedi-” The sarcasm is obvious. “-and you certainly would have realised through the force if any of your comrades died. Trust me, I’m doing them a favour.” 

Kit Fisto steps forward, his head-tails shifting behind him as he looks at the Dark Sider with a grimace. “A favour?” he says, “By what, injuring thousands of Jedi? How, pray tell, is that a favour to them.” 

“Because the alternative is much more horrendous, dear Jedi. I assure you that they’re perfectly comfortable.” Obi-wan fights back a scoff at his words. Mace has no such self-control. 

“Comfortable? Give me a break. You don’t care if your enemies are ‘comfortable’ or dead on the ground. You’re Sith. You don’t care for anything.” 

“On the contrary!” the Sith gasps as if offended. “Your friends are not harmed in the slightest. You have my word. They’re simply... under new management.” 

Obi-wan frowns deeply and steps forward in challenge. “What exactly do you mean by that? What have you done to them?” 

“Looking for a demonstration, Kenobi? I’d be happy to oblige.” With that, Sidious gestures with his hand and Obi-wan is lifted into the air. Gravity is no longer a limitation, so all he can do is wriggle and claw at empty air to try and escape from the Sith Lord’s vise. It doesn’t work, of course. How could it? He can feel the crushing grip of Sidious’ use of the Force on his torso as he’s pulled into the air. He can also feel himself plummeting to the ground as the Sith brings his hand back down in a rapid motion, making Obi-wan faceplant the floor with a painful thump. 

He can only just hear the uproar in the council chamber over the ringing of his ears as a result. Jedi attempt to throw themselves into the mix to assist Obi-wan, but to no avail. Sideous’ effortless abuse of the Force is so great that a sphere of invisible energy stops the Master’s advances.  

“Get up,” the Sith spits and Obi-wan does so, stumbling to his feet as he glares at Sidious. “Oh good! You listen. This’ll make this next part a lot easier for me.” He doesn’t have time to evaluate what that meant as a weighted blanket of the Force falls on top of him and suffocates him. 

“Kneel,” Sidious orders, and those words strike a spark of realisation into Obi-wan. 

The Mind Touch. Sidious is attempting mind control. Such a thing is forbidden in the Jedi Temple, the High Council agreeing that that specific use of the Force is strictly for non-Force users alone and as a last resort. It’s dirty and filthy, and any Jedi who uses it is seen as just as disgusting. 

But Darth Sidious is no Jedi. 

Obi-wan visibly shakes at the strain of fighting against the command. Whispers of “Do ask I ask,” “Life is easy like this,” and “I can keep you safe if you just let me in,” parade deafeningly loud around his skull. It’s usually only those weak in the force who succumb to these sorts of tricks and mind play, but Sidious’ power is so vast and unstoppable that it makes Obi-wan feel like he has the Force sensitivity of a Tusken Raider in comparison. The swirl of the Dark Side is all encompassing, swallowing him whole. 

“You can fight this, Obi-wan!” he hears. He doesn’t know who yelled it – one of the other Masters, he presumes. The sound of their words is muffled, drowned out by the roaring intensity of the Sith’s power. 

“Are you sure you want to do that, though? My dear Obi-wan, you only have to do as I say, and you can be mine. Is that so bad?” 

Yes, he thinks. That’s a horrible concept. He can picture it now: Obi-wan dragged around like a dog to answer to Sidious’ every beckon and call, ill-treated and disrespected and draped in rich silks and cared for and looked after and well-rested with no stress and- 

Oh my stars, is this really happening? 

He can feel himself slipping. His impenetrable mental defenses are cracking and crumbling as he feels Sidious’ touch in his mind, soothing and calming as his fears and inhibitions are unwillingly washed away. He can’t let himself fall like this. He tries to rebuild his walls brick by brick at the onslaught of the Sith’s attempted mind control. It doesn’t work. Whenever Obi-wan tries to rebuild, the snake-like hand of Sidious slithers in between the cracks in his mind again with an even stronger strength than before. 

“I must applaud you, Master Jedi. You’ve faired longer than the rest of your comrades. You should be proud of yourself.” Obi-wan cannot help but repeat the words in his mind. You should be proud you should be proud you should be proud you should be proud. If Sidious couldn’t read his thoughts before, he certainly can now. Murmurs of affirmation of his words float around his head as he begins to hunch over in pain as he tries to fight back. It’s the exact opposite of how he had expected this to go. He thought he would have been forced into submission by being smashed into the ground repeatedly by the Sith Lord until he finally conceded. This, he finds, is a better alternative. Or it would be, if it wasn’t so painful. 

“It’s only painful because you’re fighting back. Succumb to my will, and this pain will go away. I promise you. Now kneel.” 

At the second iteration of the order, Obi-wan nearly follows the command immediately. He stops himself, though, with whatever scrap of self-control he still has in his body. It’s not much, and the blatant insubordination makes the pain that jitters up his nerves twice as strong. Obi-wan howls in agony at the feeling, and he can’t help but lean into the subtle, soothing strokes in his mind from Sidious. 

“Let go, my friend, and this will all be over.” 

Obi-wan gives in.  

He sinks to his knees slowly. Once he does, it’s as if a switch is flicked in his brain. The pain ceases and a feeling of serenity washes over him. He’s no longer Obi-wan Kenobi. He is instead a tool. A tool that, now he’s given up, can be used as Sidious deems fit. It sounds horrible, but the Jedi cannot find it in himself to care. The screams of anger and anguish from his comrades mean nothing to him now. The Sith owns him now, and all his worries melt away as the touch of Sidious now feels like a blessing rather than a curse. 

“Good, Obi-wan. Good!” the Sith exclaims with a clap of his hands. He’s won, now. He’s reached the top. If he can make even a Jedi Master submit to his will, then he’s practically unstoppable. He gazes at Obi-wan and beckons him closer with a gnarled finger. “Come here.” 

The command is fulfilled immediately. Obi-wan leans forwards from where he kneels and crawls over to Sidious. Once he gets there, he props himself back up onto his haunches and clasps the evil man around the waist reverently, looking up with adoration his eyes. Sidious strokes his hair. It’s forceful and clearly has some malice behind it, but Obi-wan has no qualms about it. How could he? He’s been given a better purpose. 

“Now, who’s next?” 

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AO3

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #obi wan kenobi #sheev palpatine #darth sidious #mace windu #kit fisto #yoda #sw #whump #mind control #abuse of the Force #tw mind control #tw mindbreak

[secretsolarsystem]

I would love to see an actor+Obikin au from you. I loved the interviews ewan and Hayden agve us an I would love to see Anakin and Obi-Wan in the modern world or any other world being actors. Do you think they would like each other?

bestie thank you sm for your patience...obviously got this a hot minute ago BUT!!! I am happy to say I have a short little something for you <3

this is inspired both by my refusal to let my time doing oral history go to waste and the fact that Ewan and Hayden are Aries men (it's actually only briefly mentioned but I think it's something we as a community need to acknowledge)

so pls enjoy this 1.5k modern au, actors au, my oral history skills have struck again! >:D mwahahahaha, welcome to my headcannon that Obi-Wan would absolutely be an Elton John stan, "we're both gay and british" !!! :D

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This week, the Coruscant Sun was lucky enough to snag interviews with the main cast of the new film coming later this year, Luminous Beings. Ever since the trailer dropped last week, giving audiences riveting teasers of action, romance, and a story sure to keep viewers on the edge of their seats, no one can stop talking about how much they can’t wait to see this star-studded movie.

Although, star-studded may not be the only thing this cast is – could they perhaps also be star-crossed? As the Sun sat down with leading lady Padmé Amidala and breakout actor Ahsoka Tano, we couldn’t help but ask what everyone else has been chomping at the bit to know: what is the deal with Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

Ever since the press tour began, fans couldn’t help but speculate that the relationship between Skywalker and Kenobi may be more than professional. With lingering glances, smitten smiles, and familiar touches, it seems these two may have stepped out of their characters as friends and work partners and have become more-than-friends and perhaps even partners, sans ‘work.’

Here’s what Amidala had to say on the matter in her exclusive interview with the Sun last week:

CS: Can you tell us about the dynamics of the cast? You’re working with a familiar face, aren’t you?

PA: Yes! It’s so nice to work with Anakin again. You can tell he’s grown so much since that short film last year. I mean, if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be the lead of a full-length feature, right? He’s brought a new depth of emotion to his acting, but he’s still his charming, goofy self when we’re not rolling. Always playing pranks on everyone, doing silly stunts and getting himself hurt…It’s never a dull moment with Anakin, to be sure.

CS: We’re just as happy to see you two reunite! Have you made any new friends on set?

PA: I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I do think I’ve become really great friends with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Of course I’ve seen his work and seen him at events and such, before but to work with him has been such an honor. He brings so much to this film aside from his name: his grace, his knowledge, his understanding of the inner workings of movies and their characters. I think he’s really elevated everyone’s work without stifling anyone’s interpretation. And outside of work, he’s just amazing. So many stories, and – don’t tell anyone I told you this – he’s really good at karaoke.

CS: Oh, you have to tell us more.

PA: All I’ll say is he’s a big Elton John fan.

CS: So when are we getting an Obi-Wan Kenobi and Elton John collab?!

PA: [laughs]

CS: While we’re on the subject of these co-stars of yours, we’ve got to ask: do you know anything about what’s going on between Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi?

PA: Oh you have to ask, do you?

CS: [laughs] The readers will have our heads if we don’t!

PA: [laughs] Oh, I believe you. I’m afraid it isn’t my place to speculate on what they do outside of work, but there is a sort of magic between them when we’re on set. It’s like they’re each a half of the same mind. When one suggests a line change, the other has a new line in response in seconds. When one tries changing up the blocking, the other meets them move for move. And Anakin, you know, is a bit newer to the acting scene, and you can see him just absorbing every word of advice and praise Obi-Wan has for him. Obi-Wan, too, is eager to not only encourage Anakin throughout filming, but learn a thing or two himself. You can tell they genuinely respect each other and like working together, which has made the overall process of working all together really wonderful.

CS: So they’re all smiles when they’re together? That’s very cute, wouldn’t you say?

PA: Sometimes it’s cute, sometimes it’s nauseating.

CS: [laughs]

Later that week, we managed to sit down with Ahsoka Tano to discuss her first ever movie role. Of course, though, we had to ask the young star what she thought about the rumors surrounding Skywalker and Kenobi.

CS: You’re working with some pretty big actors for your first ever movie. That must be exciting!

AT: It is, and everyone’s been so welcoming and helpful. Anakin’s become a sort of older brother, always looking out for me but ‘making sure I stay humble’ – which is his nice way of saying he can pick on me, but no one else can.

CS: [laughs]

AT: And Padmé’s been so nice. She’s someone I can really confide in and go to for advice about a lot of things, acting-related or not. And Obi-Wan – he’s the best, but also intimidating.

CS: Intimidating?

AT: I mean, not in the way most people think, I guess. He does come to work on a motorcycle in a leather jacket and all that, but the second he’s not on his bike he’s in big sweaters and he wears these ridiculous glasses when reading over the script. But I guess because of his experience and the faith he puts in us as colleagues, you just really don’t want to let him down.

CS: Wow, that’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself, especially as someone who’s starting out.

AT: Yeah, but like you said, I’m putting it on myself.

CS: Do you think any of your co-stars feel similarly?

AT: I think Padmé’s always been sure of herself and her skills, which I really admire. Anakin is the cockiest guy you’ll ever meet, but I can see him looking for Obi-Wan’s approval a lot.

CS: Speaking of which, what do you think of the two of them? Of their dynamic?

AT: Well, first thing’s first: both of them are Aries men. So it’s utter chaos with either of them around, and it’s just impossible when they’re together.

CS: Oh? What makes them so ‘impossible’ together?

AT: When they’re getting along, it’s disgusting. All their smiles and the whispers in each other’s ears to make the other laugh, the way Anakin will rest his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder to read over the script in Obi-Wan’s hands even though Anakin has his own copy, the way they have to sit on the same end of the couch, even if no one else is sitting on it.

CS: That sounds pretty adorable.

AT: I think it’s gross, but I haven’t even gotten to when they aren’t getting along. They’re equally stubborn, even if Anakin goes hot where Obi-Wan goes cold. When they disagree about something, you do not want to be in the same room as them. Anakin yells, sometimes he throws things. Obi-Wan gets this really severe look and tone, and can say some nasty things. It’s hard to watch, honestly- Oh shit, this is all on the record, isn’t it?

CS: It is, is that alright?

AT: Eh, I guess their lovers’ spats can be known beyond the set.

CS: ‘Lovers,’ you say?

AT: [rolling her eyes] Nice try. Ask them about that, ask me about my job.

Ouch, but fair enough. We’ve done our best to get these possible love birds to sit down and talk, and readers, we have succeeded! Be on the lookout for an exclusive Obi-Wan and Anakin – or ‘obikin’ as some devout believers have dubbed them – next week!

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“Jesus, Snips,” Anakin groaned, resting his elbows on his knees and dropping his head into his hands. From where he sat next to him on the same end of the couch, Obi-Wan ran a soothing hand along his back.

“It’s really not so bad,” he tried, earning a muffled scoff from Anakin. “Really, what’s so bad?”

Bringing his head up, Anakin shot Obi-Wan a look of incredulity. “The way we’re always together? Our lovers’ spats? The way this paper claims we’re a couple and their interviews did nothing to dispute that?”

Laughing, Obi-Wan brought his hand up to caress Anakin’s cheek. “We’re not so subtle though, darling. We have to take some responsibility.”

Anakin pouted. “Never.” Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan moved his hand to tug at Anakin’s shoulder until he was tucked under Obi-Wan’s arm, their temples pressed together. “I just…I like our little bubble, Obi-Wan. I don’t want it to burst yet. I don’t want this to not be just ours anymore.”

Running a soothing hand along Anakin’s arm, Obi-Wan turned to press a kiss to his hair before smiling. “Then we’ll just have to have some fun in our interview, won’t we?”

Pulling away, Anakin looked to Obi-Wan with wide eyes. “We don’t have to pretend to hate each other, do we? I’m a good actor, Obi-Wan, but I don’t know if I could pull that off. Well- No, I definitely could, I just don’t want to.”

“No, we don’t have to pretend to hate each other,” Obi-Wan assured. “We can just…Be our normal selves.”

“But that’s what got us in this mess,” Anakin frowned.

“We’ll be our normal selves,” Obi-Wan repeated, “but if they ask us anything, we don’t give a straight answer.”

Anakin’s frown deepened. “But if we’re our normal selves, they’ll think we’re dating.”

“But they won’t get confirmation that we are. Keep them guessing.”

A small smile started to form on Anakin’s face. “Why would we do that, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan shrugged, smiling still. “It could be funny. Plus, it’ll be great press for the film.”

Now smiling fully, Anakin moved to straddle Obi-Wan, resting his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders while Obi-Wan’s rested on his waist. “Oh, Obi-Wan, I’m so lucky to have a friend and coworker as smart as you.”

Laughing loudly, Obi-Wan voiced his agreement before surging up to kiss Anakin’s smiling lips.

prompt collection on ao3

#to answer ur question...I think they'd bite each others heads off #sometimes out of anger sometimes from aggressive kissing :] #ask #prompt #my writing #obikin

[madaboutmunson]

Ouija Geebies

Summary: How Eddie discovers Heavy Metal. A 13-year-old Eddie Munson at the beginning of his stay with his Uncle Wayne. Struggling to fit in with the new locals, he takes solace in one of the things he smuggled from home, his parent's Ouija board.

Warnings: references but not the detail of abuse, swearing, ouija board, spirits, bullying references, being the new kid, separation from a loved one.

Author notes: This is a complete work of fiction. There are no facts here ☺️ Just in case anyone was wondering, I love music, and I don't believe any of it is satanic. I just thought it would be a fun idea to write about if maybe it was, but then as I was writing, the story took a completely different turn. Something I started before Halloween but didn't finish in time.

Word Count: 10.5K

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The rhythm of the rain against the trailer window made a familiar beat that Eddie's freshly shaven head nodded along to as he worked the needle in and out of the material in front of him.

The Jedi robe of Obi-Wan Kenobi from last year was being repurposed into a cloak for Radagast the Brown. It just needed a bit of roughing up and a few random patches of other textures here and there, some feathers and vines. He had picked out the lining of the original to wrap around the cardboard wizard's hat he had made.

Eddie loved Halloween, and after everything else that had been taken away from him this year, he wasn't about to let his favourite time of year join that list.

He takes a moment and looks around his mostly bare room, save a few things he refused to part with. His acoustic guitar last used to play "Do you believe in magic" to his Mama down the phone earlier today as they sang together. A few LP Records he would listen to with his Mama that his Dad wasn't precious over. His small bundle of favourite books, which had allowed him to escape the obstacle course that was living in a new town these last few months. His almost destroyed comfort blanket he'd had since he was a baby. A few of his personalised button-down shirts, though he was rapidly growing out of them physically. Lastly was smuggled under some bedding to get it here, his parent's Ouija Board game.

Eddie loved that thing. Every year on Halloween night, he'd scare his friends with it. Either pushing the planchette himself or using fishing wire to make things around the room fall down, whilst all that was illuminated by candles in the room was the board itself.

But this year, he had neither the friends, the fishing wire, or enthusiasm. He missed home. He missed his Mama, no matter what anyone said about her. He missed his friends and how everything there worked as expected, and people were not as stuck up. It didn't matter if you didn't like sports, read books and had longer curly hair there.

Eddie knots his thread and bites it off. Then, standing up, he slips on the cloak in an effortless, spinning, fluid motion and twirls around in it before putting on his hat and looking in the mirror. He smiles happily at himself in the mirror for a few seconds until the backfiring of a car makes him hit the deck in a trembling, curled-up ball.

Shaking, he crawls up to the bottom edge of his bedroom window and looks into the twilight with wide fear-filled eyes as the culprit car chugs past and backfires again. "Jesus Christ", he gasps in a whisper clutching his chest over his rapidly thundering heart.

He scrambles to his feet, takes off his costume and hangs it up in his minimalist wardrobe. As he does so, he looks up at the box hidden under the blanket. There was no one to play it with this year, Wayne sure wouldn't go for it, and so far this year, Eddie had successfully made a grand total of zero friends.

Everyone was just so tough in this town. Tough personalities, tough to get along with, tough to read, tough luck, Eddie thought.

'Ah, screw it', he thinks and grabs the box and pulls it down to the floor next to his bed, ready to push underneath should he be disturbed.

He turns out the main light and uses his bedside table lamp so only the board is illuminated. The rest of the room slowly slipping into dim light and finally into inky black in its deepest recesses.

Feeling slightly uneasy in the silence, he turns the radio on low for company.

Eddie sits on the rug, the board in front of him. He reverently places his fingers on the planchette. He moves it around in circles, increasing and decreasing in size and velocity. He begins with his usual performance piece, but this time in a whisper, "I welcome all that mean well and none that wish me harm".

He sits in the low light accompanied by a late-night radio DJ, his fingers lightly touching the planchette while waiting on the board. The plastic felt warm now after warming it up by rushing it around the board.

Eddie feels disappointed in the lack of movement. He'd obviously only ever used it to scare his friends before. He had no idea if something like this would ever actually work. Then he remembers he hasn't even asked a question yet. He speaks quietly into the corner of his room. "Is there anyone here that wants to speak?"

Eddie waits a few minutes for a response, but the mysterious message indicator does not budge. Finally, he sighs deeply and thinks, "Shit, I can't even make a friend when they have nothing better to do, floating around in the afterlife."

He feels his finger slip on the planchette, or at least that's what he thinks at first until it keeps moving. Not a sudden jolt like he used to do to scare his friends, an almost weak pull, moving his hands with it.

S-A-D.

It spells out gracelessly.

Eddie's eyes were wide again, he'd scream if he had any voice to do so, but it had left him alone with the board and his thoughts.

'You're sad?' He thinks.

His hands are pulled to point at 'NO' and then Y-O-U.

At first, he feels fear. He wants to throw the whole set-up back in the box, hide under his comforter with his blanket, and wait it out until the sun comes up.

The more curious part of Eddie focuses on something else. Someone was talking to him. Responding. Even though it only seemed to want to let Eddie know he was sad. Like he wasn't already acutely aware of it.

Eddie feels shame creep over him. That sadness constantly lurked over him like a rain cloud, but just a constant drizzle of rain, not enough power for a full-blown storm to get it to leave him be. For it to rain itself out, for it to be over. Just the constant steady reminders of everything he'd lost.

He tries to pull the indicator towards Good Bye on the board, but this time it pulls back hard.

'E-D-D-I-E'

The sight of his own name being spelt out with power and, this time, speed was enough for him to dump everything back in the box, wrap it back tightly in the blanket, chuck it in the wardrobe, and slam it shut in here.

"Everything ok in there, Eddie?" The deep voice of Wayne rings out in the darkness.

Eddie grabs his blankie and sits against the wall on the bed, with his knees curled up to his chest, terrified but managing to croak out, finally, "No. I had a nightmare. Can I sit with you or call Mama?"

"Tell you what, how about I read you one of your stories, huh?"

Wayne sits on the edge of Eddie's bed. He reads to him until he's so immersed in middle earth that he's quite forgotten his scare and slips into a restful slumber.

That night Eddie dreams of his usual hero's journey. Again, being forced away from his home by an evil tyrant. To live in exile. To battle the terrors of a new land. But this time, something changes. His weapons and armour are gone, and he has no staff to even cast a spell. In their place, all he has is his guitar.

The mighty tiger-headed ancient suea peek, its usual half tiger, half peacock form, was changed to a colossal half tiger half dragon.

He grips the neck and body of the acoustic against his slight frame like it could possibly do anything to save him from his fate.

Then he hears a sound. No. A voice. He can't make out what it's saying. It seems to be speaking in some ancient tongue until he hears something he recognises.

"Eidde! Nosnum Drawde!" It was speaking backwards.

He thinks fast, "em pleh". He shouts against the roars of the gigantic beast.

"YALP!!" The voice booms in a low multi-layered voice.

Eddie does precisely that. He strums his guitar, and a deep cackle sounds out in stereo around him. Then a swirling grey mist begins to spiral around him. Within it, he sees demonic faces, faces pleading for help, sobbing faces and screaming faces. Until, like a reverse bolt of lightning, it shoots into the sky. Then appears to crash back down into his mouth and into his guitar.

He feels the mist consume him from the inside out, and he lets out an ear-splitting yet tuneful scream like he's singing. It reminds him of something, a Led Zeppelin song. Then his arm strums at his guitar without his command, but the clean, beautiful strum is gone. In its place, a distorted gravelly howl of an electric guitar forced the air before him to ripple.

The chugging rhythm he plays quietens the beast, shrinking it until Eddie's left hand is dragged forcefully to the higher, smaller frets. His fingers dance rapidly over the strings, hammering on and off them, his picking hand a blur, causing the guitar to squeal out its solo beautifully. He bends the strings aggressively, and it feels good. He felt powerful. He looks back up at the beast, glaring at it now and takes a step forward, then another and another until he runs towards it.

The beast recoils in fear away from him. Eddie raises his hand, and with a final hard strum of the strings, a boom emits from him, stripping the beast of everything but its bones which clatter to the ground. The dust they stir up clouds and completely obstructs Eddie's vision until his eyes open to a new morning.

Slowly waking up, he looks back to his closet and wonders. The light streaming through the window removed at least one spooky element.

Eddie hates feeling scared, especially in his own home.

Decision made. He gets out of bed, takes a deep breath and opens the closet.

Lays out the board again in front of him as he sits on the floor.

"I welcome all that mean well and none that wish me harm", he whispers as he warms up the board by circling the planchette around it.

"You scared me last night," he says quietly.

S-O-R-R-Y spells out slowly.

"Did you speak through my dream?" Eddie quietly asks

I-H-E-L-P-U it says, moving faster.

"It was a metaphor, right?"

The planchette pulls to 'Yes.'

Eddie sits still for a minute, trying to think what to ask next, "Can you help me make friends here?"

Eddie's hands get flung around the board by the indicator "Yes" M-A-N-Y.

Eddie likes the sound of that, "What do I need to do?"

H-E-A-V-Y-M-E-T-A-L

Eddie contorts his face. "Like a steel girder?"

"No" M-U-S-I-C

Eddie tries to ask a question, but the board has other ideas.

B-L-A-C-K-S-A-B-B-A-T-H is spelt out as his arms are pulled around the board.

Eddie wracks his brain. That sounded familiar.

"Are they like a band?"

"Yes" L-I-S-T-E-N-P-L-A-Y

The planchette moves around the board at a feverish pace, and Eddie can barely keep up.

"Hey! Whoa! Whoa!" Eddie says a little loudly, as his fingers feel stuck to the indicator and yanks his tiny frame around, pulling him from letter to letter frantically.

Eddie screws up his face and feels the anger build up in him. He was sick of being pushed around but everyone, and now this.

He lets out a yell of pure anguish.

The plastic beneath his fingers slows.

"Yes" L-E-T I-T O-U-T

"You promise the music will help?" Eddie asks weakly and quietly. He's pretty confident he can hear Wayne listening at the door after he cried out.

"Yes" O-N M-Y S-O-U-L

Eddie hears a gentle tapping on his door and quickly bundles up the board and shoves it under his bed.

"Eddie? You ok in there? Want some pancakes? We can go to the diner?"

Wayne's voice though deep and gruff is gentle and almost sad.

"Yes, please" He grabs his wash bag and opens the door.

Wayne backs up a few steps so Eddie can get to the bathroom. Eddie gives him a silent nod, looks away quickly and hurries into the bathroom.

He looks at himself in the mirror. The dark circles under his eyes and the yellowing bruise near his temple shouldn't be something a thirteen-year-old should probably have. Still, nothing about anything recently had been normal.

When his Dad finally got put away, he thought his problems were over, it would just be him and his Mom, and that was perfect.

And it was... for a few months, Eddie's house had never felt so openly full of laughter. They didn't have to watch the clock or listen out for cars. But then the red-lettered bills started arriving, and his Mom got sad.

She tried to transport some product for one of his Dad's old friends. It would have made them a life-changing amount of money, but she'd been arrested before she'd even stepped onto that plane. Someone had squealed.

Eddie had been pulled out of class and sent to his grandparents. But, unfortunately, no one could afford the bail. Eddie was beside himself, and his grandparents were no better than his Dad. Every time he cried, he got in trouble, so he acted out in other ways. Ways that they didn't like either, but at least they just shouted at him and didn't call him names for it.

Moodiness, slamming doors, general disobedience, which grew into other things stealing cigarettes, stealing beers, slashing tires and stealing the tractor.

Then after learning his Mom would have to stay in prison, despite Eddie pleading that they could run away together. He shut himself in his room and cried like never before. His grandfather raged at him and threatened to smash his guitar, and that was all it had taken for Eddie to go out in the night and set their barn ablaze.

He knew Wayne but hadn't spent much time with him. Eddie was worried he would just be like the other Munsons, so he was wary, but Wayne did seem to care. He let Eddie call his Mom and wasn't overly strict. So Eddie was trying his best to behave here.

Eddie ran his hand over his shaven head. It had been such a mess when in a temper, he'd hacked at it himself in a rage. Luckily one of the people in the trailer park was a hairdresser, and Wayne asked for their help. But learning his beautiful dark waves and curls were no more had made his Mom cry on the phone. He hoped it was worth it.

He showered, brushed his teeth and put on a fresh pair of jeans and one of his checked button-down shirts. He lovingly strokes his fingers over the initial embroidered by his Mom on the pocket.

"You're gonna need your coat, Eddie. Probably a hat, too, on account of your new hair cut" Wayne offers a small half smile and hands Eddie a coat and hat.

He looks up at Wayne, takes the items carefully, and quickly puts them on.

The car ride to the diner is silent. Eddie stares out the passenger side window, and Wayne focuses on the road.

"Hey, how about we go to the toy shop before we get pancakes, huh?" Wayne asks gently.

"Ok", Eddie answers quietly. Even though he wasn't really interested in toys all that much.

"Or we could go someplace else if you wanna?" Wayne tries again.

Eddie looks over at him quickly and then back out the window before asking faintly, "Is there a music store?"

"There sure is. one of the biggest stores we got, funnily enough", Wayne says enthusiastically. "Want me to come with you, or you wanna have a look-see by yourself?"

Eddie doesn't know the correct answer to this question or the reaction either answer might cause, so he stares out the window hoping Wayne will decide for him.

"Either is fine, Eddie. I can come with you, get you a few records, or you know I can give you some pocket money, and you get 'em yourself. I can wait outside, in the car, or at the diner. Whatever you want, buddy," Wayne adds kindly.

Eddie thinks for a moment. He wasn't sure who was gonna be in the store, and he didn't really want any of the kids from his school to see him with Wayne, but he also was afraid he'd run into the kids from his school and get hurt again.

"Hmmm, what if I go into the music store, and you can go in the store next door?" Eddie asks, expecting the worst.

"Absolutely no problem. Well, it might have to be two stores down because...well...the store next door is for...um...ladies," Wayne says awkwardly.

Eddie smiles a little as he looks out the window as they pull into a parking spot.

Wayne hands Eddie a considerable amount of money. Eddie thinks more than Wayne probably has to spare, as his eyes widen, looking at the money in his hand.

"Now you don't gotta spend it all in there, but it's yours, ok? So if you wanna go someplace else, you let me know, yeah?" Wayne says with a gentle smile.

Eddie swallows nervously and nods, shoving the money in his pocket and getting out of the car.

Wayne points out the store to him and then points at the hardware store to let Eddie know where he'll be.

Eddie walks into the store and is hit by a wall of heat. He looks around at the different music genre placards around the store but can't see what he's looking for.

"Well, hello there, young man", a woman's voice chirps, "Can I help you today?". Eddie reads her badge. Claudia.

She seemed nice, with full rosy cheeks, smiling eyes and a gentle demeanour. She raises her eyebrows at Eddie in encouragement.

"D-do you h-have any...um...metal?" Eddie stutters out quietly.

"Metal?" She chuckles heartily, "No honey, this is a music store. The hardware store is down the street, but even there, you're gonna have to be a little bit more specific than metal."

"Oh...um...heavy metal...er...b-b-b-black Sabbath", Eddie manages to force out.

Claudia looks at him, confused and tilts her head.

Eddie doesn't know if it's his embarrassment or the heating in this place, but he's almost sweating, so he undoes his jacket and takes off his hat.

Claudia gasps as she looks at his hair.

"H-h-had a fight with some clippers. They w-w-won," Eddie tries to joke.

Claudia's expression though still concerned, a small smile returns to her face, "A little comedian, I see. Let me ask my friend over here about your, Black Sabbath, was it?"

Eddie nods, smiles at her and follows her to a guy hunched over a box with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair in a low ponytail.

He turns sleepily to Claudia, a thin-lipped but happy smile on his face, his eyes barely open. "What is up, Mrs H?"

"Well, Ricky. This young gentleman was looking for something I hadn't heard of...Heavy Metal? He mentioned Black Sabbath if that helps?" She asks hopefully.

The man slowly looks around Claudia, and one-half of his smile turns upward even more, "This little guy? He's into downer rock?" He looks Eddie up and down and nods at him with a look of approval, "Nice!"

"CLAUDIA!! PHONE FER YA" a voice booms out from the back of the store.

"Oh, that might be Dusty. I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll be right back." As she rushes to the back of the store.

"Not to worry, my young friend Rick is gonna get you where you wanna go" Rick stretches up his arms to the ceiling. Eddie wrinkles his nose. This guy smelt odd. Not bad. Just odd.

"Follow me, little dude" Rick waves him over to some records and starts flicking through them. He turns to Eddie, "That term you're usin' is pretty fresh, you know? You not from round here."

Eddie stares at him wide-eyed and shakes his head in a no.

"You know, if I was a betting man, and I have been known to bet, looking at your hairdo, I woulda guessed you a punk," Rick says in a relaxed tone.

Eddie panics. He can't believe rumours have flown around so quickly here. "A punk? No sir, I'm a good kid."

Rick lets out a big goofy laugh and wiggles Eddie by the shoulder, "No man, the music punk. You know it?"

Eddie shakes his head again.

"What's your name, little guy?"

"Eddie", it almost comes out in a whisper.

"Well, Eddie, are you in for a night of mind-blowing musical exploration courtesy of one Reefer Rick" Rick points his thumbs towards himself.

"First port of call, do you have a stereo with a headphone jack?"

Eddie nods

"Do you have any headphones? Because believe me when I say you are gonna need 'em, your Ma ain't gonna like this."

Eddie looks at the ground a little sadly.

"Oh hey now", Rick puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder, "You ok, little dude?"

"I don't live with m-m-my folks," he says sheepishly.

Rick sleepily smiles at him, "All I meant was a lot of folks would find this music a bit loud or scary. If it ain't pop or country and teens listen to it, it gets a bad rep. It's just music. They used to say The Beatles, The Stones and Elvis were all in league with the Devil at one time, and now you can listen to 'em over Sunday lunch, right?" Rick does a hip-swinging Elvis move.

Eddie giggles, feeling more at ease and excited to be talking about something he loves. His stutter calms. "Right. I've got headphones at home. Is this heavy metal easy to play?"

Rick raises his eyebrows at Eddie, "You're a musician?"

"I play the guitar a little" Eddie smiles up at him.

"Well, al-right! A fucking rockstar already, right? What you got? A strat-type guitar? You look like a strat kinda guy." Rick gives Eddie a vast toothy grin of excitement.

"It's an acoustic", Eddie says with a little too much excitement and then looks around nervously before retreating back behind his quiet mask.

Rick matches his initial energy. "Well, firstly, punk generally might be a little more simple to play than the heavy stuff, but are you gonna love the guitar solos from Sabbath and Priest!!! I'd definitely recommend getting a second-hand electric as soon as you can, my friend. Also, you don't need to be shy around me, little buddy. You're good here."

The bell of the store door rings, and a group of kids from Eddie's school pile in. Eddie quickly puts on his hat and moves out of their eye line.

"So I'll just take these, yeah?" Eddie tries to hurriedly grab the records Rick is holding.

Rick holds them up higher, "These kids givin' you shit?"

Eddie says nothing.

"Wait here, my friend," Rick says, handing him two records. One has a UK import sticker on it, a bright white face with a leather and studded hat, and sunglasses with blasts of red on them. Judas Priest. Killing Machine.

The other has a woman in black clothing near a pond and an old building, but the colours are strange, making the scene quite creepy. Black Sabbath. Black Sabbath.

Rick comes back around the corner, "Hey man., I've set Claudia on them. They'll be outta here in no time", he chuckles.

Eddie looks puzzled, "Is she mean? She was nice to me."

Rick shakes his head, "It's not that, buddy. She's super nice, but kids your age sometimes find her a little...um...much" The bell over the door rings again, and just like Rick said, they'd left. Leaving Claudia shrugging in the middle of the floor.

It's at that moment Eddie is glad he isn't friends with them. Especially if they were mean to someone as kind as Claudia. She'd been so nice to him.

Rick turns to another section and gets two more records. The Stooges Raw Power and Ramones Rocket to Russia and hands them over to Eddie.

"How are you boys getting on?" Claudia asks kindly.

Eddie beams up at her and displays the records. Claudia looks between the records and Rick, her eyes finally landing on Eddie, "Well, now, don't they look nice" she smiles.

Rick, Claudia and Eddie head over to the register.

"Mrs H, seeing as you helped me make a new bud today, how about you take these sales, huh? For you and Dusty" He smiles and hands her over the records.

She looks at them and back at Eddie, "You know, Ricky. I think these ones are priced wrong. I'm pretty sure we've got a one-day-only sale on heavy metal, don't we?"

Rick furrows his brow for a second and then smiles. He hands her the price tag gun. "Oh yeah, totally forgot to put up the sign. I swear I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on. I'm pretty sure it was something like 4 albums for $6.66" his goofy laugh fills the store, and Eddie laughs a little too.

"You know that sounds right" She puts the albums in a bag for Eddie, and he gives her $10.

Eddie looks between the first two kind people he's met in this town that weren't Wayne.

"Keep the change, please. For all your help," Eddie says nervously, looking between them both.

Claudia looks like she just might cry, and Rick gives Eddie a big dopey smile.

"You know what, little man. You're welcome back here anytime. We won't let anyone bother you here, kay? I think you're gonna love those records. If we get any heavy metal in, We'll put a copy in the new Eddie box," Rick adds.

Eddie smiles back, "Thank you," he says before zipping up his jacket, adjusting his hat, taking the bag of records and clinging closely to them, and going to find Wayne.

"Got everything you wanted, Eddie?" Wayne asks.

"Er...yeah...and..." Eddie reaches into his pocket for the extra $10 and gives it back to Wayne, who looks at him surprised and gives him an endearing smile back.

"That was for you, Eddie. Tell you what. I'll keep it safe for ya. Maybe for your next trip to that there record store." Wayne says, tucking the money in his inside jacket pocket as they walk towards the diner.

"I could go back?" Eddie says, then covers his mouth quickly, eyes widened in fear. He didn't mean to let that out. He feels his heart pound in his chest, worrying about Wayne's reaction.

Wayne gently reaches for Eddie's hand, which is covering his mouth, which Eddie initially flinches away from. Wayne looks at the ground, "Easy now, kid" Wayne asks with a soft gruffness and reaches for Eddie's hand again.

Eddie is watching Wayne's hand get closer to his. He can't peel his eyes away. Then, to his surprise, Wayne gently moves Eddie's fingers from his mouth and his hand away from his face.

"Look at me, Eddie." Eddie's wide doe eyes shoot up to Wayne's, possibly still in shock. "I'm not gonna hurt you, ok" Eddie looks around the street and can see people staring at them.

Wayne lets go of Eddie's hand and follows Eddie's eye line, "Tell you what, let's talk about this inside, but answerin' your question. Yes, you can go back." He gives a closed mouth little smile at Eddie and gets a half smile in return.

Wayne finds them a booth tucked away in the corner, and the waitress comes over.

"Afternoon Wayne, and who is this sweet little fella?" She asks. Eddie looks at her and reads her name badge, 'Patty'. She looks a similar age to his Mom.

"This here is my nephew, Eddie. He's gonna be staying with me," Wayne says proudly.

"Well, welcome to Hawkins, handsome. What can I get you?" She asks Eddie with her notepad and pen at the ready.

Eddie blushes furiously and looks down at the table, trying to hide the smile threatening to form on his face.

"Erm...p-p-p", Eddie tries. His smile fades as his nervous stutter gets out of his control.

Patty crouches down, tilts his chin towards her, and looks him in the eyes. "Hey there, sweetheart, take a big deep breath for me, yeah."

Eddie does as asked, and she opens a menu in front of him on the table, "Why don't you have a read of this, and when you're ready, you let me know what you'd like, ok honey?"

Eddie scans the menu, breathing deeply, calming himself and finds what he was trying to say, "Blueberry Pancakes...please...Patty," Eddie manages after a minute or so.

She positively beams back at him, "See, you handle those letters just fine, don't ya. Just need to take your time." Then, she turns to Wayne, "Usual for you?"

He nods, and Patty leaves them to it.

Wayne taps each corner of a little beer mat as it turns between his fingers. He finally blurts out, "I'm sorry you didn't come to me first. I didn't think I was ready to look after a kid. Still don't, but when I heard what happened...where you'd ended up...well..." he sighs deeply, "I lived in that house too, but you don't ever have to go back there, ok? Never"

Eddie nods, looking down at the menu, avoiding Wayne's eyes.

"I know it's not easy, but I hope you can trust me one day. I don't mean you any harm, Eddie. I just want to try my damnedest to make you a home where you're safe, that's all," Wayne says quietly.

Eddie hears his words and wonders. Could he be different? Could Wayne have grown up in that house and not been like his grandparents and Dad? Eddie was so distrustful of him. Any minute he could switch on him, just like they did. On the other hand, he did sound like he was trying his best.

"Thank you, Sir," Eddie says and makes a second of eye contact with Wayne as he does.

"Sir", Wayne pretends to shudder, "I never much liked that, too much like 'The Man', people who demand your respect before earning it, you know? So you can just call me Uncle Wayne or Wayne if you like?"

Eddie glances up again and gives him a small smile, "Ok, Wayne."

Eddie sees a smile appear on Wayne's face that reminds him of his Mom. The kind that made the corner of their eyes crease and their pupils sparkle. A real one, Eddie thought.

Eddie takes off his hat and jacket and places them neatly next to him.

"Now let's see what you've been treating yourself to, huh?" Wayne says, reaching for the record store bag on the table.

Eddie puts his hand on it quickly, nervous energy running through him. Rick said he wouldn't like it, and how could he explain where he heard about it? Eddie could end up locked away somewhere, and no one would believe him.

Wayne raises his hands in submission, "Sorry, didn't mean to pry, was just interested to see what you like."

Eddie tilts his head a little. Interested? Eddie thinks for a minute. Maybe he could show him one or two.

Eddie selects the album with the safest cover, Ramones - Rocket to Russia, pulls out the album and hands it over to Wayne, who accepts it gently and looks at the cover and turns the album in his hands.

He reads for a bit, and then Wayne's eyebrows raise. Eddie braces for the worst. It wasn't even the most offensive looking of the bunch.

"I wonder if these are covers, here look. There are songs with the same title as ones that came out before you were born" Wayne points to Do you wanna dance and Surfin' Bird.

"Does that mean Mama might know 'em too?" Eddie asks excitedly.

"If they're the ones I'm thinking, absolutely. Your Mama loved to dance. She'd know 'em" Wayne smiles warmly at Eddie.

"Will you listen to these songs with me? Make sure they're the ones?" Eddie asks, leaning over the table towards Wayne and looking up at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Absolutely. We can do that. No problem." Wayne's smile is enormous, and Eddie feels something he hasn't felt for a long time, excitement. He's looking forward to something. Maybe this wasn't gonna be so bad.

Patty returns with a hot chocolate for Eddie, piled twice as high with whipped cream and marshmallows, and a coffee for Wayne, "Here you go, gentlemen."

The peak of whipped cream sways as it makes its way down to the table in front of Eddie. "On the house" she smiles at Eddie and then glances at his head.

He tries to make the same joke again. This time it's easier, "I had a fight with some clippers...They won"

Patty lets out a laugh, wholly packaged in joy, wrapped in a ribbon of surprise, which thoroughly infects Wayne and Eddie into doing the same. Eddie looks at them both and feels a little more comfortable.

"Funny too, huh?" She manages when she composes herself. "This town doesn't stand a chance. It's due something good to be true," she beams at Eddie, "I'm gonna see how you're pancakes are coming along, honey."

Wayne takes a sip out of his coffee, "You know, when I was a kid, I loved music. I remember when I was about your age. I had to go into town, take 'em some produce. I was waiting, and there were these kids there...well, they were older than me at the time...slicked back hair, black leather jackets and dirty blue jeans like the guys on your album there. We called 'em greasers on account of the stuff in their hair. They were just passin' through. Some kinda youth motorcycle cavalcade. Most folks despised 'em, not the diner, though, cus they were making a lotta money offa 'em. Anyway, they're playin' this music I ain't never heard before in my whole life. And this girl with them notices my foot a-tappin', and she asks me for a dance. She didn't wait for an answer, mind. Scooped me up, she did, danced me round that whole place until I was leadin' her. I was redder than strawberry, I don't mind tellin' ya, but that music got under my skin like nothin' else. Anyways I got home, got a hidin' because gossip travels faster than a thirteen-year-old boy apparently, but you can bet your ass I got me some of those records. No surprise to you, I'm sure, but they got smashed up for all different reasons, and none of those reasons made a blind bit a sense. Some folks said it was wicked music, couldn't see it myself. It just had a good beat. I lost my whole doo-wop and rock n roll collection to the trash, except for at the diner. They couldn't smash those."

Eddie listens to the story, totally engrossed, leaning over the table at Wayne. He hadn't detected a small whipped cream peak on the end of his nose yet, as he sipped his hot chocolate, never taking his eyes from Wayne as he detailed the story.

He nervously takes the other three albums out of the bag and hands them to Wayne, "The guy in the store said folks might not like it, so I was worried. But, please, don't break them. I can take 'em back and get your money refunded. The people in there were real nice."

Wayne waves his hand, "No need. I'm not gonna break 'em, boy. It's just music. Maybe I won't like it, understand and ask you to turn it down on occasion, but it doesn't mean you can't have it." Wayne laughs, "Would you believe I've actually heard of these two?" Wayne holds up the Black Sabbath album and the Stooges album, "Heard about 'em after 'nam. One of the guys, Houston, from my platoon, got into them when he got home. I didn't hear the music, just the names."

Eddie notices Wayne look a little sadly out of the window for a few seconds and then quickly turns his attention back to the albums and Eddie. Wayne hands the albums back, "Kids are always gonna have music the older folks won't like because they don't get it, but it wasn't made for them" he gives Eddie a smile.

"You got a little something right there" Wayne points at his own nose, and Eddie quickly runs his fingers over his and finds a blob of whipped cream.

Wayne chuckles, and Eddie joins in quietly.

Soon enough, the pancakes arrive, the blueberries arranged in a smiley face. Eddie looks up at Patty, "Thank you, Ma'am", as he gives her a half smile before tucking into his pancakes.

Maybe it wasn't going to be so bad here, he thought. Perhaps this is what the board meant. The music had helped him gain friends today. Sure not like his peers like he wanted, but people had been kind to him, and he learned a little more about Wayne.

When they get home, Wayne sits with Eddie, and they play some of the albums and listen together before Wayne has to go to work the night shift. The first night shift since Eddie got here, he said it paid better money. Wayne had introduced him to the neighbours in case he got scared, or anything went wrong, he could go see Mrs Roberts or Ms Grant.

It turns out that the music wasn't really to Wayne's taste, maybe in parts a little creepy, but Eddie loved it because it was so immersive. They confirmed that the two songs on the Ramones albums were indeed covers, and when the time came, Eddie played bits of the record down the phone to his Mama.

Her ripple of giggles down the phone line fills Eddie's heart like a hot air balloon. He grips the phone cord like he's frightened he might float away.

"Oh, I sure remember those songs, baby bear" He can hear her beautiful smile as she talks, "You gonna learn 'em for your Mama? Before you run off and be a big-time rock star?"

"Even if I did become a rockstar, I'd always make sure to play them for you, Mama," He says gently.

"Oh, that's nice to hear, bear" She coughs, and it turns into a loud stream of coughs and spluttering.

Eddie grips the handset, "Mama? MAMA??!! Are you ok??" His eyes widen with panic as he shouts into the phone, pleading, "Are you still there, Mama? Can you hear me?" His eyes darted to Wayne for help, but what could he do? He was stuck hundreds of miles away, just like Eddie.

"Sorry, baby bear, I'm right here" her voice sounded weak, and her words were croaky, "Just a nasty cough, that's all. Listen, I gotta go, but we'll talk real soon, ok sweetheart? I love you so much, Eddie. I love you 1, 2, 3...."

"Forever," they say together.

Eddie sighs. The calls always seem to end so quickly. He missed her so much that it physically hurt sometimes.

"Come on, buddy. She'll be ok. Let's get you something to eat." Wayne tries

Eddie feels a stab of anger surge through him. What did Wayne know? His Mom was stuck in prison, not a spa retreat. It was terrible. She didn't belong there. She belonged at home. She belonged with Eddie.

He glares at Wayne, contorting his face into a deep frown, clenching his fists and tensing his body.

Wayne sits back down, nods at Eddie and casts his eyes to the floor.

Eddie storms off to his room, slamming his door behind him and making the whole place shake. He turns on his stereo and turns it up as loud as possible. He picks up a pillow from his bed, slams his face into it and yells before slamming it back down on his bed and punching it repeatedly until his arms are as sore as his eyes are.

Then the tears came, like rivers coursing down his face, as he threw his head forward into his hands. Thankfully, the music was loud enough to hide his guttural sobs.

It wasn't fair.

He couldn't do anything about any of this. He felt so helpless and out of control. He hated feeling this way. No one understood. He just wanted to feel normal. Not afraid, not full of rage, not full of sadness. Eddie flops back down onto his bed and hides under his tear-stained pillow.

Alone in the trailer, Eddie gets his guitar later that night and tries to work out some songs and how to play them. Some sounded weird on an acoustic, but some songs lend themselves to that.

His fingertips had started to ache a little, so he put the Black Sabbath album on again. The beginning scene, setting with the rain and bell tolls, the moodiness of the music draws his eyes back to where the ouija board lies in the darkness. Eddie lies down on the floor on his stomach and reaches into the inky black under his bed until his fingers meet the blanket, and he pulls the board back into the low light of his room.

Eddie sets out the board and, with no one home, asks aloud this time, "Hello, is anyone there?"

Without any warming up this time, the planchette forcefully pulls him towards 'Yes.'

"I got the music. I like it. I'm learning to play it. Like you said"

G-O-O-D

"My Mama-" he starts.

S-I-C-K

"Yeah"

E-D-D-I-E T-H-E H-E-R-O

"I can save my Mama?" Eddie asks hopefully

R-O-C-K-S-T-A-R

Eddie is utterly confused and thinks for a moment, "I need to play her the songs?"

R-U-N-N-E-R

Eddie, still bewildered, tries to ask something, but he's already being pulled around the board again, increasingly fast and forcefully.

L-E-A-D-E-R

F-R-E-A-K

"Ok, that's enough!"

B-A-N-I-S-H-E-D

"No! This is wrong. I'm not...please," Eddie cries out, his fingers feel welded to the planchette as it circles the board. Finally, it stops, but Eddie cannot release it. Instead, it forcefully and purposefully moves to its following letter, and grooves appear in the board as it scrapes between the letters.

K-I-L-L-E-R

"No. That's not true!!" Eddie yells out.

A cold chill creeps up Eddie's back and over his shoulders. Like someone's ice-cold hands. He realised what he forgot to say before he started using the board today.

"You aren't who I was talking to last time, are you?" Eddie whimpers out as it points to no, the clear window in it cracks, and feels his fingers detach from the plastic.

The planchette flies from the board, throwing him backwards and Eddie ducks just in time for it to fly past his head, where it stabs forcefully into the wall.

Eddie starts crawling backwards out of his room, never taking his eyes from the planchette currently vibrating in the wall like it was trying to dislodge itself.

Eddie slams his door shut and runs out of the trailer, desperate to remember whose trailer was who's.

As he runs, he turns back to the trailer and hears an almighty crash, but he keeps going until he's at a door Eddie thinks he recognises.

He wants to hammer on the door for them to let him in, but he's already in so much trouble. He taps a few times. His grateful eyes stare at an old, wizened, shawled Ms Grant.

"Oh, Ms Grant. It's me, Eddie. I live with Wayne. I was wondering if I could wait with you a while?" He says, out of breath, looking back at the trailer a few times.

"Something spooked ya, boy?" She says, looking through her tiny spectacles and down her nose at him.

"You could say that," Eddie says, casting a fearful look back at the trailer.

She purses her wrinkled mouth, "Wait there, don't move, young'un."

Eddie is so desperate to get into a safe place he contemplates barging past her to safety, but he waits, sweating with terror, but he waits all the same.

Ms Grant returns, hobbling back into view on her walking stick, with something burning in her hand. She motions with it, wiggling it around in the space in front of Eddie and around his head. It smelt weird.

"Ok, now you can step inside, boy" she steps awkwardly to the side and lets him in, wafting the smokey stick behind him.

Eddie looks around her trailer. It was a place at odds with itself. One half what you'd expect for a little old lady floral painted crockery and tea set, patchwork blankets, a tub of knitting and yarn balls, a stack of puzzle books, and an old TV blaring out some game show in the corner.

Meanwhile, amongst all these things were plants hanging from the ceiling in bundles, a set of rifles, a set of hunting knives, candles, a rainbow of what looked like rocks or pebbles, some weird-looking books and symbols drawn all around in some sort of powder.

"Thank you, Ms Grant. Would you mind if I stayed until Wayne gets home?" Eddie says with relief and hopefulness.

She was busy hobbling over to the kitchen area. "Oh, yes, of course, young 'un. I've been expecting ya" she smiles a mostly toothless smile and brings over two already-made cups of tea.

Eddie rushes over to help her with the tray.

"Mighty kind of ya, Eddie. Just set it down over there" She loosely gestures to a small table between two armchairs, one of which she settles into, picks up her cup and takes a sip.

"I know you're new here, but you should know this place isn't the quaint small town it seems." She rocks back in her chair and peers at Eddie over the rim of her cup, "Wanna share what spooked ya?" She says, raising her eyebrows which only seem to exponentially multiply the wrinkles on her forehead.

"Erm..." Eddie starts, he couldn't possibly tell her the truth, but he got the feeling she would be able to know if he lied, "I thought something flew past me in my room, and I got scared and ran."

"Like a poltergeist?" She says, leaning forward in her chair, so it ceases its squeaky rocking.

Eddie looks at her blankly. She picks up her stick and gestures to a box on top of the bookshelf, "Get that for me, would ya?"

Eddie puts his teacup down and goes to get the box for her.

As he clambers up on a nearby stool and retrieves the box, he notices some booklets lying down on one of the shelves. The cover shows an armoured hero fighting a faceless armoured villain, presumably.

"Like that game too, do ya?" She croaks out as Eddie descends to the floor and puts the box in front of her. As the box makes contact with the floor, the thick layer of dust on top of it springs up, throwing him into a coughing fit.

Eddie grabs his tea, takes a sip, and peers into the box as he manages, "That book is a game?".

Below the layer of dust Eddie can see candles of all shapes, sizes and colours and more bundles of herbs.

"Well, I'd hardly call it a book, dearie, but yes, my great nephew Paul loves playing it. So if you wanna borrow it, go ahead. I know where you live if you don't return it." She cackles.

"Maybe next time he visits, you can meet him, he's a little younger than you, but he doesn't have many friends either," she says creakily as she pokes through the box with her stick.

"I'd really like that, thank you," Eddie says politely. Slightly concerned, as below the candles, weirder things are emerging from the box, bones, teeth, tiny dolls, little bottles or liquids.

Ms Grant leans down towards the box. Eddie swears he hears twenty different joints pop or creak as she does. She picks things out of the box and starts loading Eddie up with them.

"What's all this for, Ms Grant?" Eddie looks down into his arms at the collections of trinkets, herbs, and candles.

"We're gonna go over to yours and cleanse it," she says matter-of-factly, "You see, it sounds to me like you have an unwelcome visitor."

Eddie nods, the fear that what happened becoming confirmed as real is even more troubling than what he ran away from.

"We'll go over there and sort it all out for you, youngun'."

She reaches up her old wrinkled hand to Eddie, and he gently helps her back to her feet and helps her down her trailer stairs and up into his own.

"Where'd it happen?" She says gently. Eddie points a shaky hand to his bedroom.

Ms Grant starts to plod towards it, her smudge stick of burning herbs still in her hand. Eddie reaches out to stop her, "You aren't seriously thinking about going in there, are you?" he says with alarm.

"We've gotta get rid of it, young'un. Do you want that thing hanging 'round ya forever?"

Eddie shakes his head rapidly, his face etched with absolute fear, his mouth is trying to form words, but he seems unable to get them out. The frustration builds, and he wrinkles his nose and clenches his fist at himself in frustration. Finally, he takes the smoking bundle of herbs from Ms Grant and moves in front of her, quietly and cautiously moving towards the door.

His free shaking hand reaches out in slow motion to the handle. His fingertips make contact, and he glances back over his shoulder at Ms Grant, who, to his alarm, is nowhere to be seen. He frantically looks over his other shoulder.

"Jesus H Christ!!" He shouts when he is almost nose-to-nose with her. He had no idea how she had snuck up on him so silently.

She's staring past him at the bedroom door. "You know, some of these things, they cling to people, to objects, and they can grow more powerful the more negativity they have to feed off".

She reaches out and touches Eddie's arm. "I know you and Wayne haven't had the best run at life so far. But, I think you both, being in the same place, made a feast for this thing, must be how it got through," she muses, but never taking her eyes from the door.

"Well, it also might be because I used my ouija board. I forgot to do the ward first," Eddie says openly, assuming that he couldn't sound crazier than what was actually happening.

"I doubt that was the cause. It was probably already lurking. It was just waiting for you to believe in it. The board usually acts as communication. Sometimes they might try to attach themselves to a seeker using the board." She says, looking over the door.

Eddie shudders, remembering that ice-cold feeling from earlier, and he starts to feel a panic set in. "I th-th-think it m-m-might have t-t-tried...." He takes a deep breath, " that."

Ms Grant's eyes finally turn to Eddie's, "Then you cannot go back in there!" She snatches the smudge stick from Eddie, the bells in her hand jingle, and from inside his room, Eddie hears a whoosh and another thud, "Stay here. Do not open this door. D'ya hear me, boy?!" She says with authority.

Eddie looks worried, but nods, a little ashamed and steps out of her way.

With bated breath, Eddie watches as she opens the door and slips inside the room quickly, the fastest she's moved since Eddie met her.

He can hear her mumbling something, the bells gently chiming, but he can't quite make it out. He moves closer to the door and presses his ear against it.

WHACK, something hits the other side of the door with force.

"Leave that boy be, evil one! " Ms Grant bellows as Eddie falls back from the door onto his backside, finding himself crawling backwards from his bedroom door for the second time today. He can barely catch his breath. The room seems to be slipping away from him. Almost like it's getting gradually smaller in his vision until it is just a pinprick of light, and then there is only darkness.

Eddie lurches forward, taking a deep gasping breath. He feels the ice cold first, then the water, he rubs it out of his eyes, and Ms Grant swims into vision, "Ah, thought I'd lost ya then, boy." She reaches out a leathery hand to him to help him up. Eddie takes it but uses his own body strength to get back up. "Ya ok?" She asks, and for the first time, she seems to have genuine concern in her eyes for him.

"Don't worry about me. What about you?" He says as he moves into the bathroom to grab a towel for the floor and one for himself.

She smiles at him crookedly, "oh yeah, nothin' to it. Everything is gonna be fine now. Now I hope ya don't mind. I took the liberty of destroying that board and planchette and put you up some of Pauly's posters to cover up some of the damage it caused. You know. Until ya get your own posters."

"Wow! how long was I out for?" Eddie forces himself to laugh, trying not to think of one of the few things he has from home has been destroyed.

"Oh, a few hours, not to worry. You're scrawny enough to easily walk around," she lets out a cackle.

Eddie gives her back a tiny smile and grabs his jacket, "I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank you enough, Ms Grant. I still can't believe you believed me!!!" He says in astonishment, zipping up his jacket over his still-damp t-shirt, "Want me to walk you home, Ms Grant?" Eddie offers her his arm.

She sighs, "You know what young 'un. You had a big scare here today. So I'll do you another favour, I'll stay here with ya til Wayne gets home."

Eddie feels the panic rise in him. Wayne might lose his mind if he found out what had happened, or what Eddie had been up to. It must show on his face as she moves to reassure him quickly.

"Ya Uncle, he's a quiet man, keeps to hiself mostly, but he's a good 'un." She says as she moves towards the sofa to sit down, and Eddie follows and sits next to her, "I won't be telling him any of what happened, so don't ya worry your perdy little head 'bout it alright?" She settles back into the sofa, "As for thanks, there's a few things ya can do, actually."

Eddie leans towards her, "Yeah, absolutely anything."

She smiles at him, "Well, first of all, next time Pauly visits, you should come meet him, he's a little strange, but I venture you are too. Next, you can cut your Uncle a lil' slack. He ain't perfect, buts compared to most around here, he's a saint. He was so happy when he could finally get you here with him. Wouldnt shut up about it. Lastly, and this might be the most important thing, I need you to heed me well."

She turns to face Eddie and looks him directly in the eyes, her voice low as if she doesn't want someone to overhear, "This town, it's cursed. Now don't go panicking. It don't mean happiness can't be found here. It's just when big bad weird shit happens around these parts, it's usually Hawkins. What happened here is just a speck of its weirdness. Now, I've done all I can to protect your home, Eddie, but you must be vigilant. Do not let strangers in here. Observe people, and make sure you know who you're befriending. After that spirit passed through here, the veil is thin. If someone comes in here and has evil in 'em or stuck on 'em, it will go off like a powder keg here, ya understand?"

Eddie's eyes go wide, and he recoils slightly, "How will I know if they're bad?"

"That's the thing. Not all those with evil in 'em or on 'em are bad or even look or act bad, Eddie. But if ya know 'em. You'd see a change. Usually, for the worse. Like darkness settling on them. So keep your eyes and ears open, always."

Eddie nods. "I promise."

"That's a good lad," She says proudly, "Now can you get my shows on here?" She points her stick at the TV, and Eddie rushes to turn it on for her.

Eddie cautiously enters his room to get changed. He sees the Motorhead and Deep Purple posters on the wall and the back of the door and that his room looks incredibly tidy. He lets out a sigh of relief as he doesn't feel that same weirdness in here anymore, that tension in the air. He puts on his pyjamas and grabs a blanket, heading back into the living room and curling up in Wayne's armchair.

His eyelids grow heavy, and thoughts swim through his head. Maybe it had been a rough start here, but that was the kind of place Hawkins was, tough to crack.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad now with the few kind people he'd encountered already. Perhaps he could make new friends, but he'd been looking for them in the wrong places. He could find more people like him who didn't fit the norm. Yeah, that would be cool, he thinks as he drifts into a peaceful sleep.

Eddie sits bolt upright, and nearly scares Ms Grant to death. Eddie relaxes a little as he looks around. The crunch of gravel under tyres must have woken him up again. As soon as he looks around and realises he is in Wayne's trailer, he forcefully exhales and relaxes back into the armchair. His heart still pounding in his chest as he moved from Wayne's armchair to the sofa next to Ms Grant.

The door to the trailer opens, and Wayne reverses in quietly.

"Wayne", Ms Grant greets him.

Wayne's head shoots around, "Ms Grant" he nods and takes off his hat, then his eyes adjust to the darkness, "Eddie? Everything ok?". Wayne's eyes move between the two of them in a panic.

"Oh sure, sure", Ms Grant reassures Wayne kindly, "He just got a bit scared, thought I'd stay til you got back. Beats sitting on my lonesome" she smiles at Eddie and then over at Wayne.

"Well, that's mighty kind of ya, Ms Grant. Anything I can get ya? For your trouble?" Wayne asks gently.

"No, not at all. I'll just be making my way back now," She says, getting up from her seat, and Eddie rushes to assist, pulling on his coat and shoes.

Wayne beams at Eddie and puts his hand on his shoulder, "I can take it from here, buddy, but you can wait here in the doorway for me. So you'll be able to see me the whole time, kay?"

Eddie smiles at Wayne and nods, watching him escort Ms Grant back home before jogging back and dragging in a tall box from the porch, which he lays down on the floor inside the trailer living room.

"Hey. Sorry I was a bit late today. It won't happen again. I got chatting to one of the guys at work, an...um...I just happened to mention you played guitar. He said his boy was learning but switched to bass and said he had this gatherin' dust, so I...er...was gonna surprise you in the mornin' but...er...you're awake now so...um..."

Wayne gestures at the box awkwardly.

Eddie approaches carefully, kneels down and opens the box lid.

Eddie can barely believe it, but it's an electric guitar. He must sit there staring over it wide-eyed and open-mouthed for at least a whole minute.

"Look, I know it doesn't have an amplifier, cables, an' stuff. But I figure you can still practice on it until we get some and-" Wayne is explaining, trying to fill the silence as he turns his cap in his hands before Eddie speaks.

"Thank you, Wayne, so very much. You didn't have to do this. I already have a guitar. It's beautiful...I...but...Won't it be loud?" he turns and looks up at Wayne, a little worried.

Wayne crouches down next to Eddie but leaves him a safe gap between them. Wayne gives him that big warm smile, "You're supposed to be loud, Eddie. You're a teenager."

"What about the neighbours?" Eddie's brow is still furrowed with worry.

"The way you play, they should count 'emselves lucky to hear it. Besides, most of 'em are either hard o' hearing, or they'll be blastin' their TVs anyway. It's not like you're gonna be playing it at 1am with a wall of Mashall amps, is it?" Wayne chuckles.

"You won't get mad?" Eddie asks, his brow relaxing a little.

"Now, I can't say never, on account of me bein' a mere human bein', but I promise, Eddie...I swear...You're safe here with me, ok?" Wayne goes to reach out to touch Eddie's shoulder but stops himself. "I got no interest in hurtin' you or makin' your life any harder than it already is, ok? I know you ain't had a good representation of family so far, other than your Mama, but Eddie...You're my family. You're my blood. I'm on your side, an' I love you."

Eddie gives Wayne a small, sombre smile.

"I know you're tryin' your best, and things take time, so I'm not rushin' ya. I just wanted to make sure you know, without a shadow of a doubt, how much I care about you and how welcome an' wanted you are here." Wayne adds, standing up, "Anyway, she's all yours."

Eddie reverently takes the Stratocaster copy from its box. He holds it by its neck and starts walking towards his room.

As he opens the door, he turns around and looks at Wayne, "Does this mean I should expect a gift every time you are late home or...." Eddie says as he looks around the trailer ceiling before a playful smile spreads across Eddie's face, creasing the corners of his eyes a little. Finally, his eyes land back on Wayne, and his smile broadens further, causing dimples to imprint in his cheeks.

Wayne runs his hand over his chin, trying to repress a huge grin of his own, nodding as he says, "Good night Eddie."

"Good night, Uncle Wayne," Eddie says softly as he closes the door to his room.

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I deduced that my followers enjoy the ramblings of loquacious bibliophiles, so I've decided to share my live-tweeted Kenobi III reactions here instead of my personal blog. Spoiler warning should be obvious.

I'm still very focused on how Reva / Moses' character will be treated and am happy to see Vader respecting Reva in Vader's way.

"How does the Force work" "not like that" feels like a reference to Ep. 7 "That's not how the Force works!" - Han

Obi-Wan describing it as turning on the light is a beautiful visual and honestly reminds me to meditate more often.

I also keep recalling portions of text from Clone Wars: Wild Space and would like to again recommend that literature.

I don't mind the voiceovers from previous films but if it continues much longer I will feel it's a bit... indulgent

Mapuzo hasn't been mentioned before which I conclude from its limited Wookiepedia chronicling - edit - it was apparently mentioned in a game.

Obi's hallucination of ROTS Ani reminds me of Ezra's visions of Maul.  How sweet for Leia to ground Obi - it echoes of the "sins of the father" question that haunts ROTJ.

Reva is the smartest and most awesome Inquisitor. Why is everyone still sleeping on that. Oh yeah, because the Empire is inherently corrupt and doesn't actually value talent.  Just loyalty.

"Father, aren't you going to say hello?"

Ewan: DOES NOT SAY HELLO THERE

Obi sitting in his same spot on a transport in his same robes doing his same arm pose... he "cannot help what he is."

SOMETIMES WHEN I LOOK AT LUMA I SEE HER MOTHERS FACE

NO NO NO NO I CANT CRY ALREADY THEY CANT DO THIS ITS OUTRAGOUS ITS UNFAIR

Ahhhh Leia's wondering about her parents - first of all, she's SO STRONG with the Force - second of all, what wonderful foreshadowing for the Star Wars: Bloodlines novel.

Leia and Obi-Wan can already communicate with each other through glances.  I like how she is confident that he is trustworthy even though she still knows he's not being completely honest with her.  An interesting distinction, to be sure.

A friend pointed out last night that they did a great job not spoiling her role here.  The trailer made it look like it would be all about Luke and thus far it is NOT and I am NOT complaining.  MORE LEIA

20:02 I need a gif of Tech saying "Oh good, a probe droid."

Action hero Obi-Wan has entered the chat!!! The dramatic head raise.  Deadeye shot.  SO Uncivilised.

The way she runs toward him in her little green Endor-foreshadowing jacket like a human Grogu to Mando

Knowing Aurebesh is such a problem because now I have to pause this all the kriffing time...

Leia introducing herself to the droid and introducing her droid to the droid because droids ARE life forms and obviously her parents would because blah blah blah you already know. 

"You're not the first Jedi to come through here" EXCUSE ME MA'AM IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT

Jedi Order symbol scratched onto the wall Leia and Lola are looking at.  Cant really make out the Aurebesh name because its so scratchy... wait, wait, I've got a signal coming in... LR_E.  Best I've got.  Was really hoping for a major easter egg like "Ashla."

Oh kriff there's actually a ton of names... I don't have time for this, someone else on the internet can do it

I SPOKE TOO SOON!!! QUINLAN KRIFFING VOS YES YES YES PLEASE GET MY GUY BACK INTO LIVE ACTION!!!!

This droid's lower limbs look like clone armor from the back..

Oh no, I was right... again.  You know that shot from the trailer that we thought was an armored clone's butt?  Yeah it was the loader droid from the safehouse 😦 Damn I am so disappointed right now.

Shit I didn't think we'd see Vader so soon.  Can you imagine how CONFUSING it would be for Obi?  Like wtf IS THAT

Ooh I did not miss how Reva was startled by Vader's callousness toward the civvies.

Echoing in my head: Vader's "I sense a presence... once I haven't felt since...." from Ep IV

When Jedi say "I'll be right behind you" they literally NEVER MEAN THAT.  See: Kanan Jarrus, etc.

Okay very interested to see how they're going to manage the transition between Ep 3 and Ep 4 lightsaber duel style.

I recall on Mustafar that Obi-Wan KNEW Anakin was his equal, so he utilized Anakin's hubris against him by manipulating him to make stupid decisions, coaxing him onto dangerous platforms, even - I know - the high ground.  And I'm seeing that here too, he's looking around his environment for an advantage, whereas Vader is just stalking him down.

Oh no, Obi-Wan released some fog for Vader to walk through.  Anakin just haaaaaaaates that 😉

"I am what you made me" ugh, I mean, I expected that, but that's pathetic.  Own your mistakes, Anakin.  You're angry with yourself.

Damn that was brutal, not like it was unexpected but good gracious I could not watch the fire scene.  Tala is great but their escape was too easy.  Droid is great.  Reva supremacy.  The end.  Can't wait for next week.  QUINLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

#kenobi spoilers #kenobi series

[fearsmagazine]

Florence + the Machine cover No Doubt's "Just A Girl" for "YELLOWJACKETS"

SHOWTIME has released the official trailer for season two of the Emmy-nominated drama “YELLOWJACKETS.” The season two trailer also marks the release of Florence + The Machine’s exclusive new single “Just A Girl,” a cover of No Doubt’s iconic song from 1995. The single is produced by Florence Welch and Mark Bowen of IDLES.

Season two of “YELLOWJACKETS” will debut on demand and on streaming Friday, March 24 for all SHOWTIME subscribers, before making its on-air debut on Sunday, March 26 at 9 p.m. ET/PT. Season one, which has a rare 100% score on Rotten Tomatoes and received seven Emmy nominations, averaged over 5 million weekly viewers across platforms and was the second-most streamed series in SHOWTIME history. “YELLOWJACKETS” is produced for SHOWTIME by studio Entertainment One (eOne).

“I’m such a huge fan of ‘YELLOWJACKETS’ and this era of music, and this song especially had a huge impact on me growing up, so I was thrilled to be asked to interpret it in a ‘deeply unsettling’ way for the show,” says Florence Welch. “We tried to really add some horror elements to this iconic song to fit the tone of the show. And as someone whose first musical love was pop punk and Gwen Stefani it was a dream job.”

Listen to Florence + The Machine’s “Just A Girl” HERE

Click on link below to hear the full version.

Created by Ashley Lyle and Bart Nickerson (Narcos), “YELLOWJACKETS” is the saga of a team of wildly talented high school girls soccer players who become the (un)lucky survivors of a plane crash deep in the remote northern wilderness. The series chronicles their descent from a complicated but thriving team to savage clans, while also tracking the lives they’ve attempted to piece back together nearly 25 years later, proving that the past is never really past and what began out in the wilderness is far from over. In season two, two months have passed since Shauna gave Jackie the cold shoulder— to disastrous results. In the face of their deepening hunger and fear, the tension among our Yellowjackets has only grown worse. The harsh conditions of winter are intensifying by the day, and the psyches of our survivors are deteriorating just as fast. Threatened by the darkness of the wilderness— and the haunting memories of it in the present— our former state champs will be forced to make impossible decisions. As they confront the horrible truth of what survival entails, the real nightmare for each of them will be to figure out who they are— and what they are willing to sacrifice in order to stay alive.

Equal parts survival epic, psychological horror story and coming-of-age drama, “YELLOWJACKETS” stars Emmy nominee and Critics Choice Award winner Melanie Lynskey (Castle Rock), Oscar® and Emmy nominee Juliette Lewis (Camping), Emmy nominee Christina Ricci (Z: The Beginning of Everything) and Tawny Cypress (Unforgettable). Lauren Ambrose (Six Feet Under, Servant) and Simone Kessell (Obi-Wan Kenobi) have also joined the second season as series regulars, along with Elijah Wood (The Lord of the Rings trilogy) in a season-long guest arc. Season two also stars Sophie Nélisse (The Book Thief), Jasmin Savoy Brown (The Leftovers), Sophie Thatcher (Prospect),  Samantha Hanratty (SHAMELESS), Courtney Eaton (Mad Max: Fury Road), Liv Hewson (Santa Clarita Diet), Steven Krueger (The Originals), Warren Kole (Shades of Blue) and Kevin Alves. “YELLOWJACKETS” is executive produced by Lyle, Nickerson and fellow showrunner Jonathan Lisco. Drew Comins of Creative Engine serves as executive producer along with Ameni Rozsa, Sarah L. Thompson and Karyn Kusama who directed the pilot.

#series #showtime #yellowjackets #season two #trailer #florence + the machine #just a girl #cover

[starsspin]

After Order 66 do you think one of the first things Cody does is like, turns to his fellow clones and Admiral Yularen and says. "Man don't I have a secret to tell all of you about Obi-Wan Kenobi and Amelia Lockridge..."

you know i do think about this. about what cody would do with that information after order 66 and tbh i don't think he would say anything unless directly asked. this is entirely my own interpretation but while the chips made the clones turn against the jedi it didn't eradicate them of who they were entirely. unfortunately a lot of the development for the clones came after rots, so where cody is concerned there's a lot of whose to say cody didn't try to fight it in a similar manner to rex. tho if that 2 second bit from tbb s2 trailer confirmed anything is that cody has doubts. granted that goes more into like how long do the chips effect last, is it easier to fight it the longer time goes on yada yada.

but is also amelia is not a jedi, and the two of them were friends. so the urge to turn against her, if it's there is no where near the same level as it is for obi wan, and much easier to fight off. im sure cody could have found a way to rationalize it as well if / when someone asks i'll say something. but there's so much other shit happening right after order 66 that who knows how long it takes for someone to actually think about asking him.

#kenobiian #there's a better worded version of this to be had at some point but for now #i dont want to acknowledge the fact he's probably gonna die #but like that could have happened by the time someone is like well you know #&. commander cody #&. commander cody : general #&. commander cody : headcanons #&. i just really like sharks okay :: ooc

[oldnwise]

Things I want:

A second season of Obi-Wan Kenobi, at least 8 episodes long, with a good story, lots of Qui and Obi communing about life and death and Qui asking how the kriff do I get you growing a garden of rescued plantlife on a world with hardly any spare water....

More Boba Fett but with him being a bit more kickass please.

A series/mini series/movie about the character in the Star Wars: Squadrons - Hunted CGI trailer because I would love to see a story from the viewpoint of an Imperial squadron commander.

The above plus more Good SW, Disney, Stat!

#star wars

[mostthingskenobi]

MOST THINGS KENOBI THE PODCAST - EPISODE 64: GETTING HYPED FOR "ANDOR" AND DISCUSSING THE LATEST TRAILER!

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Our Patrons picked this episode and we're thrilled, because we are getting HYPED for the "Andor" series! We are breaking down and theorizing every aspect of the Andor trailer, loving every second of it, and getting even more excited for what looks to be another great Star Wars series. We also talk a little about what we think we may see in the series, as well as what we hope to see in the twelve-episode first season, debuting on September 21, 2022. Join us, and let's get excited together!

PODCAST EPISODE GUIDE:

HERE IS A LINK TO EPISODES 1-50

Episode 51: An In-Depth Review of the Star Wars Galactic Starcruiser Experience

Episode 52: Our Favorite Bad Ass Kenobi Moments from Movies and Television

Episode 53: Our Thoughts on Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi Part 1 & 2 (SPOILER ALERT)

Episode 54: Excitement and Thoughts About Obi-Wan Kenobi Episode 3 (SPOILER ALERT)

Episode 55: We Bring the Feels While Reviewing Episode 4 of the Obi-Wan Kenobi Series (SPOILER ALERT)

Episode 56: A Conversation About Obi-Wan Kenobi Episode 5 (SPOILER ALERT)

Episode 57: Moved to Tears by Obi-Wan Kenobi Episode 6 (SPOILER ALERT)

Episode 58: Revisiting our Lists of the “Top 5 Things We Want From the Kenobi Show” (Originally debuted in Episode 47)

Episode 59: What the Hell are The Whills in Star Wars?

Episode 60: All the Ways We Believe Leia is like Anakin and Padme

Episode 61: Top 5 Clone Wars Moments that Always Make Us Cry

Episode 62: Droids, Droids, Droids!

Episode 63: A Hilarious Conversation About Obitine (AKA Obi-Wan Kenobi and Satine Kryze)

Episode 64: Getting Hyped for “Andor” and Discussing the Latest Trailer

Episode 65: Lego Star Wars Summer Vacation (AKA Obi-Wan Kenobi Wears a Hawaiian Shirt!)

Episode 66: “Execute Order 66.”

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[lutoogyan]

'Transformers: Rise of the Beasts' trailer promises ancient secrets and a crapload of action

The Maximals are coming, folks, along with an equally colossal Hollywood cast. Directed by Creed II‘s Steven Caple Jr. with a story by Obi-Wan Kenobi showrunner Joby Harold, Transformers: Rise of the Beasts promises all the action you’d expect from the Autobots, but now with new animalian allies as we saw in the first, and now second trailer above. Descendants of the Autobots, there’s more than…

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[bylightofdawn]

I finally sat down and watched TBB S2 eps and I have some thoughts and feelings.

I'm not going to lie, I was pretty…meh about Season 1. It started out strong and then kinda swiftly went to mid and finally I was so uninvested I didn't even watch the last couple of episodes for like….let's just say a while. Just full on did not complete. I don't know why, maybe I just didn't connect to the characters like I did with TCW which is silly since the cast is so much smaller and there are less fields of focus that I would get MORE invested.

But I did not. So I'm going into this with tempered expectations and it kind of occurred to me that if they are just that okay with killing off Clone Troopers, even one off but super interesting and omg they had so much potential like Captain Wilco, I'm lowkey nervous for my man Cody.

We all celebrated and screamed when he was in the trailer but holy shit, what if they actually kill him off. I would NOT be okay with that. In point of fact, I would be very angry especially since we were fucking robbed of old man Cody and Obi-Wan bickering together in the Kenobi series which I will go to my grave pretending is the real canon. And will most likely continue to do so if they kill Cody off in some ignoble way.

So there's that train of thought. And now something I really enjoyed even if it stabbed me right in the feels with the second episode.

Holy shit, Romar Adell calling himself a 'survivor' and the implications that he obviously had a child at some point considering he had a child's kaleidoscope just….lying around for Omega to play with just….ravaged me emotionally. And I was NOT prepared for this considering my previously mentioned kinda tepid feelings towards the show.

And then he gave Omega the kaleidoscope, this thing which you could ostensibly assume was perhaps his own child's which has probably died at some point considering my man is hiding in a bunker in the woods and just…fuck me dead. I was not ready for that. How dare a dumb kids show make me feel things like that.

I want more lore about him just like we got with Cut and his family.

I was SUPER happy to see Gregor again and want more from him. Just please, give me clones join the Rebellion which I think is something they are gearing Echo towards from the looks of it. I am thirsty.

I also had a knee jerk reaction at seeing Clone Commandos but alas no paint jobs so who knows the fate of Delta squad. Not that I expect anything with them and will have to make due to the mere crumbs we got of them from TCWs. I will still forever hold a soft spot in my heart for Rep Comm characters even as I staunchly ignore all things Karen Traviss.

All in all, it was a fun two episode premiere but so was Season 1. I’ll be waiting to see if it goes back to being kinda borderline mediocre like the first season was. And maybe I just need to…rewatch Season 1 again. Maybe I just wasn’t in the headspace to enjoy it at the time, it was definitely when my Depression Arc headed into full swing so perhaps that’s why I was so meh on it.

#tbb batch spoilers #tbb season 2 spoilers #comander cody #they better not do anything to my boo #i will cut a b*tch if they do

[tvsotherworlds]

[tennant-davids]

OBI-WAN KENOBI (2022) The fight is done. We lost.

#obi wan kenobi #star wars #ewan mcgregor #obiwankenobiedit #swedit #starwarsedit #emcgregoredit #tvgifs #tvedit #kenobisource #starwarsblr #starwarsdaily #usertelevision #chewieblog #cinemapix #me? breaking my semi-hiatus to cry over this trailer and make this in approx. 5 seconds? nooooooooo #*laurengifs #kenobi spoilers

[grogusdads]

the real reason no one found obi wan on tatooine was bc he was so busy making sure luke didn’t get eaten or something he didn’t have anytime for jedi shenanigans

#this is in response to the trailer being like jedi can’t help doing jedi shit they gotta #trail of compassion or whatever #but obi wan is to busy for that he has to make sure luke doesn’t get fucking eaten #leave this child unsupervised for even a second and something is going to explode #star wars #obi wan kenobi trailer #luke skywalker #obi wan kenobi #me post