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crim-bat · 1 year

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Not to say that the Jedi are blameless, they're not but only in as much as any other system that "allowed" Palpatine to come to power (most of their issues were being out of touch, their fault, and being manipulated by Palpatine), in Anakins fall but a big part of his fall wasn't so much the jedi not helping him so much as him actively breaking the rules and also being really bad about asking for help.

Obi Wan says he'd be expelled from the order over Padme, which probably helped that along, but he also definitely knew most of what was going on in the Clone wars.

The jedi didn't want to train him because he was a ball of fear and trauma. And this is an assumption on my part but coupling that with the chosen one potential was probably giving them all some red flags.

Mace Windu at worst is kind of a hard-ass. But every time he reprimanded Anakin it was because Anakin did something incredibly arrogant or boneheaded. And he doesn't trust Anakin specifically around palpatine. And he was right. Because he probably saw what was going on and commented on it most vocally from what we see in the movies. "Take a seat, Young Skywalker" is also an incredibly measured response given the outrage and hissy fit Anakin had in the council chambers. Other than that Mace Windu is actually a very even-handed with him. All things considered.

And when Anakin went to Yoda for advice on the dreams he was having and the visions of Padme dying, he didn't give specific information. He just said that someone he knows is dying. He gave generic information so he got generic help.

All of this not really helped by the fact that Anakin did have some messed up training given to ahsoka. Knocking out a child/ teenager for an hour per few minutes of training is not only hilariously impractical but swerved hard into potential abuse territory.

Did I aren't blameless but I would say that they probably deserve some of the least amount of blame given all available information. People sympathize with the Anakin because he's the main character, or one of the main characters. But Mace Windu is almost always right and is only wrong because he's surrounded by Mavericks you have the power of plot and main character on their side.

And a lot of Anakin's problems stem not only from over 10 years of constant grooming from an evil space wizard driving a wedge between him and his support which was mostly successful barring Obi Wan who needed to be off world for him to pull that off but also Anakin's own trauma not being addressed which I think the jedi didn't actively ignore so much as they lacked the tools to handle (he came in late with a lot of trauma (slavery/missing his mother) which the jedi likely had little experience with on both sides).

At most the Jedi were out of touch with the rest of the Galaxy and lacked the tools to really help Anakin the way he needed to be helped. But even then, Palpatine is the one who made Anakin the way he was and more blame should be placed on that wrinkly asshole than the jedi order tbh

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madrewrites · 2 years

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WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME IT WAS TALES OF THE JEDI RELEASE DAY?????? HUH????? Y'ALL KEEPING SECRETS FROM ME NOW

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kairukitsuneo · 2 years

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Angry grandpa

#Star wars #fanarts #kairukitsuneOart #my art #I dont know what did they do #This pops in my mind at midnight #Yoda #Mace Windu #Obi wan kenobi #shitposting #random #doodles #angry Yoda

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padawansuggest · 8 months

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Qui-Gon: *had to bring kiddo Kenobi to a meeting*

Obi-Wan: *squished into a chair next to Yoda and taking a light nap*

Yoda: :)

Qui-Gon: *fighting with the council over his latest mission*

Mace: You see these premature wrinkles on my forehead? That’s all cause if you and your bullshit, Jinn!

Obi-Wan: *wakes up and blinks sleepily at him* They don’t look very premature to me. *falls back asleep*

Mace: >:(

Qui-Gon: …*collects his sleeping Padawan off the Grandmaster and beats a retreat* nvm we can talk about this later I should put him to bed-

Yoda: :( took my seat warmer, he did.

Mace: Ugh, I hate both of you.

Yoda: My grandbaby, stolen.

Mace: I’ll get you a new one. That one’s trouble.

Yoda: Like that one, I do :(

Mace: I know.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #incorrect star wars quotes #qui gon jinn #padawan kenobi #Yoda #mace windu #baby wan

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jackdaw-kraai · 8 months

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I think there’s something rather strange going on with all the folks who insist that the Jedi Order in the PT was right and didn’t forbid love and Anakin should just have followed their teachings when the whole point of the prequels is that they are prequels. They come before the OT, and the OT proves the Jedi wrong. They literally do not make sense if they don’t do that.

Luke, in the original trilogy, gains his ultimate triumph, his ultimate victory, because he loved in defiance of the teachings of the old Order. He quite literally had the ghosts of the past telling him, explicitly and without ambiguity, that he has to put his love for his father aside and kill him, as is the duty of a Jedi. Luke has the weight of millennia of teachings weighing down on his shoulders, telling him they knew and know better than a young, inexperienced man barely out of his teenager years. That he should follow their teachings or be destroyed. That is an immense weight to carry, and many people would and explicitly have given in to it in-universe. What are your feelings and ideals in the face of such immense legacy, after all?

But Luke doesn’t give in.

He doesn’t bend.

He says “I may be young, and I may be new, but I believe to my heart and soul that love matters more than this legacy. Matters more than your teachings.” And he says this to the ghosts of his mentors. That is such a powerful moment and one I can’t believe George Lucas didn’t create deliberately for even a second. This young man, being told he has to kill or die trying for a system that is dead or dying itself, that couldn’t survive itself, and refusing to do so. He is the living refusing to continue the violence of a dead generation. He is the young man refusing the draft into a war the old generation started, saying “peace and love matters more than you being right.” He is the embodiment of breaking the cycle.

And the movies vindicate him.

The main villain vindicates him with his last dying breath.

Darth Vader, dying, says “You were right.” and admits he and his were wrong. The main antagonist, Luke’s nemesis, in the face of his son’s immense, defiant love, gives way and does the impossible: he comes back to the light and dies a Jedi. The very thing the old Order says was impossible.

They were wrong. They have to be. The narrative demands it, the movies don’t make sense without it.

The solution was never to continue the cycle of the old Order, or Luke would have failed there, would have failed when he said “I am a Jedi, like my father before me.” And claimed that defiant, deviant, condemned definition of being a Jedi over the one presented to him by the Grandmaster of the old Order. If the old Order was right, Luke would have to be wrong. Be wrong about love, be wrong about laying down the sword, be wrong about refusing to fight. He would have to be wrong.

But the old Order is dead, explicitly killed by a monster, in some part, of their own making. It’s members only existing as bones in the ground or ghosts speaking from beyond the grave. They did not deserve it, it should not have been inflicted on them, but the narrative is clear on this: “The old way is dead, and was dying for a long time before that. Long live the new.”

Luke is that new. Luke is the breaking of the cycle, the reforging of swords into ploughs, the extended hand. Luke says “I don’t care how much I was hurt, I refuse to hurt you back, and you don’t need to hurt me either.”

“We can end this together and choose love instead.”

And Darth Vader, killer of the Jedi, End of the Order, lays down his arms as well, and reaches back as Anakin, saying “You were right.”

It wasn’t Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace, Qui-Gon, or even Ahsoka who achieved the ultimate victory in the end, following the tenants of the old Order. It was Luke. Young, inexperienced Luke, who saw that the age of legacy handed to him was only history, that the sword handed to him as his life was only a tool, and that the decrees of the dead were only advice. And he took it all, said “thank you for your experience, but I’ve got it from here,” and laid it all down to instead extend an open hand towards his enemy.

And his victory, his ultimate triumph, his vindication, was that he was proven right when his enemy reached back and became just another person. Just another person, just like him.

The Jedi did not deserve what happened to them, and they did not deserve to die. But the story is clear on this: the Jedi of old were wrong, and the Jedi of new, the Last Jedi, was right. No sword or death will ever end the rule of the sword or end the bloodshed. But love?

Love can ignite the stars.

#star wars #ot trilogy #pt trilogy #darth vader #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #jedi

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frostbitebakery · 1 month

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LOUD.

part one two three four five six seven eight

“So you thought sacrificing a Jedi was the,” the deep breath Obi-Wan has to take to remain calm shakes through him like rolling thunder, “right choice?”

“I,” Quinlan starts and stops. Hunches his shoulders and disappears into himself. “Yes,” he whispers after a long pause.

So it wasn’t the only choice but the right one. Oh, Quin, he wants to ask, when did it start?

“Walk with me, Master Vos.”

Some members of the Council huff in annoyance. But once in a while he’s got to throw his weight around as Head of the Order and this is one of such times.

Yoda and Depa wear the exact same expression on their faces which, he admits, is disconcerting whenever it happens. They know what he’s doing using Quinlan’s rank rather than his name only.

Obi-Wan looks ready to protest when they push through the Council Chamber’s doors but Mace quiets him with a raised brow. Obi-Wan’s eyes bore into him, so distressed Mace can see the plans forming in his gaze should the Council come to a decision he doesn’t agree with. And then he seems to just vanish. It’s only after, when Mace looks back to the spot Obi-Wan stood, that he realizes he was watching his step for a split second and it was enough for Obi-Wan to disappear.

Shadows.

“He won’t make any…trouble,” Quinlan starts and tapers off. “Sorry,” he murmurs, “forgot who I was talking about.”

Mace nods to that, pushes Obi-Wan’s impression to Depa through their bond. She will keep an eye on him.

It’s a bit of a walk to the Room Of A Thousand Fountains. Perhaps a closer destination would have been more favorable but Quinlan is visibly on a hair trigger.

They walk in silence.

Mace doesn’t know if that’s what Quinlan needs now that he’s an adult, time to gather himself and his thoughts. Or if the quiet winds him up more.

A look behind and a gentle hand through the Force prove no further insight, and he lets it rest until they arrive.

“When I was young,” he says, crossing his legs and wiggling around until he is cushioned by grass and moss, motioning for Quinlan to do the same, “I wanted to be a Shadow.”

It has the desired effect. Grey eyes fly up to his face as the rest of Quinlan’s body topples into the moss.

“Of course, I didn’t know that’s who they were,” he continues.

Shadows had always been an open secret in the Order. It was taught to keep the knowledge about the mere existence of Shadows within the confines of the Temples. No one confirmed their identity for their own safety but knowing what to look for let him spot them.

Not an easy feat at all. One which had him believe that his observance would bring him favor once it was his time to connect with a Master.

Shadows moved differently, saw the world differently. They moved, somehow, behind the Force, through the waves of it. They observed its entirety with knowledge Mace had longed for. They connected with the Force in a way that seemed so other. They were the watchers of the Force, looking for signs of rising Darkness.

It all had seemed rather fetching, to Mace. Silent fighters against the Darkness, unacknowledged but revered. Helping in ways his youthful mind had seen as… active, during peace times. Keeping the Force in balance by rooting out the Dark.

“Master Tholme had been very, very annoyed with me,” Mace recounts to a bewildered Quinlan. “I loved the seeming theatrics of being a Shadow,” he confesses and watches in amusement as Quinlan blinks at him in disbelief, mouthing “theatrics?” to himself. “In the end, that was not the path for me.”

It had been difficult to accept that. He had struggled. But looking back it had been the right choice for him.

It had led him to Vapaad.

“I felt I was still fighting the Dark,” he explains, “by using it against itself.”

Quinlan pulls up his legs, hugs them to his chest, and Mace is reminded of the Padawan who had watched him train from the shadows. Copying his moves, trying to make them make sense for himself, before he approached Mace and asked him to teach the form. “I know you’re better than me,” he mutters into his knee.

Mace stifles the urge to interrupt and correct, and lets Quinlan say what he needs to.

“You withstood the Dark. I Fell as soon as it got hard.” He says it casually, shrugs a shoulder in defiance, but the gravity, the enormity crashes over him soon enough. Cages him in, and his eyes go wide, go blank. “I Fell.”

There’s always a moment of utter helplessness when you see someone you watched growing up, who is dear to you, shatter into pieces. Seeing Quinlan break apart like this, it tears at Mace’s heart.

He stretches out his presence in the Force. Holding out a hand in comfort should it be needed.

Quinlan latches on like a drowning man and soon Mace has his arms closed around the shaking body, sobs wrecking through Quinlan.

“What will the Council decide?” Quinlan asks his boots.

“There are options,” Mace offers after a second. “You can leave,” he says and holds onto his calm as Quinlan flinches. “Given your situation, we will offer the help you need. But we won’t stand in your way if you decide to leave the Order.”

He counts the choices, and the consequences. If Quinlan stays, he is forbidden from taking on a Padawan until he’s deemed stable. He will lose his place with the Shadows. No more missions. Not until the Order can trust him again at least.

“Oh, if that’s all,” Quinlan says flippantly, voice cracking around despair.

“It won’t be easy,” Mace allows, “but you know us, you know your family. Regain trust in yourself and we soon shall follow.”

“She wanted to know who my Master was,” Quinlan says, playing with one of the many straps hanging off his clothes. “It was the moment I woke up from what I’ve been doing.”

After killing Lora. Mace isn’t sure if Quinlan was there at the burial.

“I told her and gave her the coordinates.”

Which is a surprise to Mace. “Master Beyaz has been with the Force for three years now.”

The slightest of smirks tugs at Quinlan’s mouth. “She died after Dooku left so he doesn’t know. His intel is outdated and Ventress is on the hunt for a dead Jedi while we know exactly where she is.”

Clever boy.

#loud au #mace windu #quinlan vos #my wips

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fanfic-obsessed · 3 months

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Duty

Here I try a hand at Emperor Obi Wan. It just feels right.

It starts after Order 66, after the march on the temple. When Obi Wan says that he cannot go after Anakin, Yoda believes him. Instead of Yoda going for Sidious and Obi Wan for Anakin, they reverse it. Yoda heads for Mustafar.

Obi Wan goes for Sidious.He’s so done, traumatized and tired. He is also somewhere between passively suicidal and actively suicidal. He attacks Sidious in front of the newly formed Imperial Senate and no one is more surprised than him when he takes Sidious’s head off cleanly (Sidious did not consider this one tired, hurting Jedi to be a threat and Obi Wan went in full throttle, hoping to do some damage before his death). Even though the Empire is only a few days old at this point, there are some old rules that are already in place, backed by the Force (which is why no one really questions what happens next). One of those rules is the right of conquest.

To the winner goes the Empire.

Now Obi Wan is the recognized Emperor, including to the chips in the Clones. Obi Wan does not want to be the Emperor. Obi Wan wants to go sit in a depression cave and contemplate his infinite sadness in peace, please.

Bail Organa manages to convince Obi Wan that being the Emperor and helping to unfuck everything is his duty (Bail is both semi reluctant-he knows that duty is Obi Wan’s buzzword and hates that he needs to take advantage of that-, and not, as he is pretty sure that is all that is keeping Obi Wan alive right now).

So Obi Wan agrees to be Emperor until they can figure out how to undo the Sith’s great plan (while all 1000 years was not spent creating a web of fucked up laws that slowly built the trap they all fell into, a good portion of that time was). He manages to rescind the Order that the Jedi are traitors, but is not able to deactivate the chips (this is another where the chips turn the clones into Automatons, with no independent thoughts). There is some code phrase that will shut the chips off, but only Palpatine knew it. The Kaminoans are sure that, now that the chips are active, removing the chips will cause brain damage and death to the clones (this is not true, but we are still several months away from Ahsoka and Rex-as the only two who have proof this is patently false- coming back into Obi Wan’s life). Obi Wan has recalled the 212th, unable to stop himself from wanting them around him, even as they are. Yoda successfully captured Anakin, who is currently being held in a medically induced coma until they figure out what to do with him (he is decidedly fallen, but also is coming off as being in middle of a clinically psychotic episode-also both Yoda and Obi Wan are not so secretly hoping there is something that makes his actions…not Anakin of his own free will slaughtering children). Now Yoda is off in the galaxy trying to find Jedi survivors. Mace Windu was found and is Bacta and would be there for a minimum of a year.

Padme is on bedrest for her own safety, and the safety of her children. She is also subject to frequent lectures on seeing an actual medical professional while pregnant. It turns out that she had an uncommon, but not rare, condition that meant that a natural birth would kill her. This condition can only be diagnosed in the third trimester (also notably that this condition could not be fixed with the Force, Light or Dark). Obi Wan cannot bring himself to visit her, if asked he would have the excuse of ‘too busy’ ready to go but the truth was he couldn’t face Padme, whom he had considered a friend, after she had spent so much time lying to him about her relationship with Anakin (Also he now has access to all the instances that Palpatine knew about where both of his dear friends abused their power for the sake of the other). Even after the children are born, Obi Wan keeps his distance.

So we have Obi Wan, holding himself by a thread as he simultaneously tries to: figure out how to undo hundreds of years of damage against democracy, run an empire (if he has to do this, he will do it right), deactivate the chips (this means going through every single Palpatine has ever recorded in hopes of discovering the code- no matter how horrific), figure out a place that the remaining Jedi can live (the temple is out of the question with the death that clings to the walls like a slime). There is no one he can truly trust, not even Bail (For all that Bail entreaty to remain emperor was 100% necessary, it did damage Obi Wan and his friendship in a way that it would take a decade to recover).

It will eventually get better. Other Jedi will come from hiding, giving Obi Wan people he can fully rely on. But right now, about a year into the Empire, Obi Wan is running on the barest fumes, heart sick. He is surrounded by the Senate, whom he does not trust, and the puppeted bodies of the clones, whom he forces himself to treat just the same, to never forget that these are people. He has had to order the clones to ignore any order that contradicts his (in order to prevent abuse by senators) and make an explicit order for the clones to defend themselves and to see to their own needs. He is facing the prospect that there may be no way to undo this damage.

However there is something that no one knows about the chips. Like in cannon, they do eventually break down, as the clones are forced to go against their own morals and fight the chip, it wears it down. The irony is that Obi Wan treating them as sentients causes less wear than Palptine’s treatment.

The 212 love their general, none more so than Cody. As part of that, each one made a point to memorize the signs that Obi Wan was overworking himself. Now Obi Wan is, to the clones trapped by the chips, overworking himself beyond anything they had seen. The chips do not allow for this kind of care, which starts to cause the same kind of wear that cannon saw. While most of the clones do not fight the chips with Obi Wan in charge, the 212th begins to fight even harder.

Their general needs them.

It starts around the 1 year mark, and is so small that Obi Wan thinks he is imagining it. It starts with Cody frowning faintly at a senator bringing another unnecessary problem to the Emperor to solve (something that they should have been able to solve themselves). Then Obi Wan realizes his cup of tea keeps getting refilled (Boil does it when Obi Wan isn’t looking-it both is and is not a breakthrough, the chip means that if Obi Wan had asked for the tea Boil would have provided it, but it is Boil himself that is able to anticipate the need and choose Obi Wan’s favorite tea). Several of his guards (all members of the 212th) subtly herd him down lesser known hallways and paths to his destination, causing him to avoid other senators trying, badly, to curry favor. All the while not able to say anything but “Yes, Sir” or answer direct questions with the least amount of words in a monotone.

Something shatters, just a little, in Obi Wan’s heart at those responses. He continues to talk to any of the clones,including promises that he will find a way to fix this, but does not ask as many questions.

The first substantial sign that the chips were wearing out on their own came from Cody. It was late, Obi Wan had not slept in days, had not eaten in even longer. Cody's voice was raspy, and his words were slow, deliberate (if you have ever spoken to someone with mild aphasia, think of that with long pauses between words). He looked right at Obi Wan and said “You…have…not…eaten.”

Obi Wan found himself whipping around so fast he nearly tripped on the pretentious robes he had been forced into to stare at Cody, whose face was twisted into this incredibly focused look.

“Cody?” Obi Wan asks, breathless.

“You…need…to…eat”

Obi Wan takes another step closer, almost close enough to touch “Cody?”

Cody’s jaw tightens, “We…are..still…here…we…we…we...can…hear…you.”

Then all at once Cody’s face smoothed out again, responding to Obi Wan with a monotonous ‘yes sir’, back under the chips' control.

It is both better and worse for Obi Wan. He now knows for sure that the clones are in there, but he still does not know how to free them. His mindset and self care is bad enough that he actually cannot make the connection between what seems to bring members of the 212th forward in spite of the chips (and Cody is only the first, the spark is usually Obi Wan taking particularly bad care of himself, and that definition is variable for each clone-Helix the head medic is almost himself more than he is controlled within a few weeks).

It is a few weeks after this that Rex and Ahsoka finally arrive. They had been found by Yoda, who convinced them that it was safe to return to Coruscant. Part of the reason they had not believed it before hand was that it was clear that the Clone were still controlled by the chips.

They are the ones to break the news to Obi Wan that the Kaminoans were wrong (and it was they were wrong, not they were lying, they truly did believe that the chips could not be removed after they had been activated), the chips could be removed.

Obi Wan takes that news in, asks a few questions on what is needed to remove the chips, then makes arrangements for the medics to have their chips removed (with the idea that they can then supervise the surgery of everyone else-Obi Wan currently has trust issues and cannot think of letting anyone who is not a clone operate on the 212th, in particular). At that point he sits on the floor of the room they were in and has a small breakdown (Disturbing both Rex and Ahsoka, and bringing his current guard, Wooley, to the point of breaking the chip entirely).

There is still so much to do. Obi Wan still knows that. He still has a duty to keep the Empire together and undo enough damage that it can become a republic again. He still has to live with the horrific things that Palpatine had recorded (experiments, thoughts, his plans for Anakin) and figure out what to do with Anakin (who is still being held in a medically induced coma). The knife’s edge of the politics he has been balancing on has not grown any easier (in fact Ahsoka and Rex, having internalized Anakin's beliefs more than they realized are going to make it more difficult not less).

But Obi Wan has hope, hearing that the clones would soon be free. Through he does not make any kind of suggestion or let himself have an opinion on who goes when for choir removing (save that all of the medics needed to go first so they could sort out who was going next), the medics in charge prioritize the 212th, because Obi Wan desperately needs his battalion back. Also because no one is completely sure that they won’t all give themselves brain damage fighting against the chip.

There are enough medics that Ghost Company is dechipped at the same time, with minimal recovery. Boil and Wooley immediately take charge, while the others lock Cody and Obi Wan into Obi Wan’s ‘temporary’ apartment (What had been Palpatine’s living space- the senate insisted) opening the door only for to provide food while Obi Wan is made to take an enforced ‘vacation’ or at least a ten day (They accept no criticisms, or questions from the Senate. The first senator to protest was shot with a stunner and told to be glad for it-the others decide that they will accept Wooley and Boil as a substitute Emperor).

Cody cuddling Obi Wan produces the first true sleep he had since Utapau. Obi Wan sleeps for a full 24 hours.

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #obi wan kenobi #star wars au #fanfiction prompt #codywan #sheev palpatine #bamf obi wan

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stealingpotatoes · 2 months

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In the tl4j-go-past Anakin would be so smug about Yoda and Mace of all people gushing over post-rotj Luke. If he only knows that he's his son, he would proudly tell everyone how great his son turns out in the future, not understanding his only direct contribution to his personality will be trauma and daddy issues. Who would most likely (intentionaly or unintentioaly) spill the beans about Anakins future sith phase?

LOL omg yes to all of that,, to answer ur last question tho, it's definitely ezra like:

Anakin: You're one of those future Jedi, right? I'm Anakin Skywalker. Ezra: Ohhh like Darth Va-- Ahsoka, mouthing: say one more kriffing word and I'm turning you into a lightsaber kebab Anakin: Did you say Darth? Ezra: no I said uh-- um-- [starts running away]

#thanks for the ask!

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intermundia · 4 months

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im obsessed with the cover of this magazine i found from 1999 which i think looks like the jedi order had some kind of a space tiger beat equivalent full of hot gossip about notable jedi lol

there are a couple good quotes in the article, like here's ewan about the jedi on screen:

"They frown a bit, and they're good fighters. They stand for everything that's good. Nobody frowns better than Liam and l in this movie because we have the Jedi frown. We're just kind of cool geezers."

i genuinely believe that the decision to have the jedi frown was enough to tank their reputation with a large number of fans who found that off-putting and cold. if the jedi had smiled more, i guarantee that the number of fans who say that they were responsible for their own fall would be much smaller.

like think about it!! literally just bc mace windu frowned at anakin in the phantom menace, people malign his character so much. they read it as anger or disdain, but he was just frowning bc the jedi frown. they are serious people!! yoda said it in episode 5: "a jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind."

there is a lot that can be unpacked about frowning, the american norms of smiling and facial performance of emotions, and the discomfort people feel when those norms are violated. as someone with flat affect, i FEEL THAT. i love that the jedi are serious and focused. they're space wizard monks, yk?

the other good quote is about how ewan intentionally tried to match alec guinness's voice:

"in the scene in his house where he shows Luke his laser sword for the first time, he's got such a specific voice — the Obi-Wan voice we know... kind of a fatherly voice."

ewan attempting to sound fatherly did things to those of us who are.. sensitive to such things 😅 it's like catnip for my brain personally lol

#obi-wan kenobi #light of my life #i love the potent late 90s energy of this magazine #i love the middle age sound guy being featured in a bubble like a boyband member #let alone boss nass lmao #my library #will get off ebay challenge: failed

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jedi-enthusiast · 10 months

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I already said it in the Jedi Appreciation server I’m in, but I’m gonna repeat it here because I (sadly) think it needs saying-

If you’re going to criticize something the Jedi/a Jedi said, then they have to actually be wrong.

“The Council said it was a bad idea to bring Anakin into the Order because he was too old to properly learn their teachings!”

Yes, and they were right. Anakin actively showed that he did not follow, nor believe in, their teachings and—because they gave in and allowed him to be taught in the Order—he got the skills to eventually be able to murder them all. They were 100% correct.

“Luminara said that Anakin should be ready to accept that his Padawan is dead!” // “Yoda just said that Anakin should accept the death of a loved one if they die when he told him he was having dreams about it!”

Yeah, and both of them were right. Anakin’s attachments to certain people, namely Padmè, consistently get people hurt/killed and are what eventually led to him committing genocide and then going on to oppress and enslave the entire galaxy for decades.

“Mace said that they shouldn’t trust Anakin with the mission to spy on Palpatine because he was too close to him!”

Yes and Anakin LITERALLY MURDERED HIM when they were just about to WIN THE WAR and DEFEAT THE SITH and then went on to STORM THE FUCKING TEMPLE and MURDER EVERYONE IN IT, DOWN TO THE LAST YOUNGLING!

…I don’t know about you, but it seems like Mace was pretty fucking spot on there.

#star wars #sw prequels #pro jedi #in defense of the jedi council #in defense of the jedi

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lastminutestarwarsfan · 2 months

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Can someone please explain to me how in the name of God Palpatine was even able to gain so much access to Anakin? It's implied he's been keeping him close since Phantom Menace. Like I can understand after he's been knighted but as a padawan???? And not just ANY padawan but the notoriously unstable, taken-in-far-too-late-trained-by-a-barely-qualified-freshly-knighted-king-of-sass-and-oh-btw-we-think-he's-the-chosen-one padawan?? That one??? Surely there must have been parameters in place to protect Jedi children from just this sort of manipulation???? Not to mention keeping a close eye on this one in particular???

Like if it weren't so sad it would be (and admittedly is) hilarious how oblivious everyone is.

Like just imagine fucking Yoda and Mace chilling and thinking to themselves "Hmm where's that boy Anakin, you know the one we really did not think it would be a good idea to train lmao" and someone just cheerfully reasssures them "Oh don't worry his kindly pseudograndpa who is definitely not grooming him has taken him to the Opera! For cultural enrichment" Like??? Honestly I know no one suspects Palpatine is a Sith, but he's sure as hell a creepy old politician with a propensity for hanging around little boys. How is no one's alarm bells ringing?? How are the pedophilia accusations not pouring in??

#Obi wan is the only one with a hint of common sense #star wars #star wars prequels #anakin skywalker #Palpatine is a disgusting creep and if I could I'd kill him with my bare fucking hands #Anakin is a dumb babygirl who gets validation when Palps tells him he's so mature for his age and no one else understands him #Anakin is not like other girls #The Jedi are all a bunch of oblivious virgins #human disaster anakin

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commanderfoxdeservesbetter · 5 months

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Plo: Fox, you have trauma

Fox: I think you mean humor

Kit: Fox, you need therapy

Fox: …

Fox: See this is how I know you don’t have trauma because trauma gives you character aaaand you’re trying to take that away

Mace: We’re not trying to take away anything. We’re just trying to resolve the issue of you consistently stunning any Jedi when startled

Fox: …

Fox: that’s a fair point

Yoda: Same thing to Anakin, we did

Obi-wan: Though his was because he almost went berserk on everyone

Mace: same thing

Quinlan: mmmmm it’s not the same

#star wars #tcw #the clone wars #clone wars #commander fox #incorrect clone wars #incorrect clone wars quotes #mace windu #obiwan kenobi #plo koon #kit fisto #quinlan vos #they all talk to Fox about therapy except Fox thinks it’s personal #it’s really not #they just don’t want another Anakin to happen

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phoenixkaptain · 1 year

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Gotta be honest, the idea that Luke wouldn’t send a child alone in an X-wing with only a droid for company is funny to me.

Like, we’re talking about the same Luke, right? The one who spent years bulls-eyeing womp rats and took the experience from that to then blow up the Death Star? The one who was like “This is a trap… I’m gonna walk right into it.” The one who was like “I will rescue my dear friend by waltzing in without a disguise and being as obnoxious as possible.” “How do we get out of this situation? How about we convince these small bear creatures that our droid is a god, that will probably work.” “I know Darth Vader is a murderer who murdered my Ben and is trying to murder me and all, but he is also my dad and therefore I love him.”

Luke would send a child in an X-wing without even fucking thinking about it! Do you REALLY think LUKE SKYWALKER is a reasonable human being?? Are you honestly trying to tell me that this man who has been driving the same fucking ship for like ten years would understand how dangerous it is to put an unsupervised child in a vehicle??? Do you really honestly truly think that Luke knows how to care for children????

You see, a lot of people like to portray Luke as perfect. And this is the same issue I have with people who portray Obi-Wan as perfect, or Yoda, or Mace, or literally any character in all of Star Wars because the whole point is that the are flawed human beings!

But it’s ESPECIALLY egregrious with Luke because I don’t know where any of you got this idea that Luke is a sweet summer child??? This man has a death count of over one million. This man had Seen Some Shit that it is literally impossible not to be affected by. Why do so many people assume that Luke at the end of the Trilogy is the same as Luke at the beginning of the Trilogy? He’s changed! He’s a different person! That’s what makes the Original Trilogy such a good trilogy!! It’s basic storytelling!!! A character canNOT be at the same place mentally as when they began the story, or else it’s not a good story!

But also, I hate the way this colours shipping fics with Luke. Like, listen. There is no ship where Luke should be the straightman of the relationship. Luke Skywalker just is not normal. He’s weird, he’s deranged, he’s so strange; he cannot be a straightman, it just doesn’t work. It’s so completely out of character it isn’t even funny.

The joy of shipping Luke is that every single thing that you can ship Luke with will come out the other sode looking rational.

Han Solo is a smuggler who hangs out with a Wookiee and who does extremely dangerous, stupid shit, but next to Luke?? Rational. Normal. Someone who uses their brain, Luke, take notes-

Din Djarin is a bounty hunter who decided that he would rather destroy an entire group of highly dangerous men than give up the cute kid he just found. But compared to Luke? At least he has equipment on him!

Mara Jade literally was mind-controlled by the Emperor and was Darth Vader’s coworker and was also a Jedi (something that no rational person would be honestly) and even she comes across as normal compared to Luke Skywalker.

I know this is rambly and disjointed and I know people disagree with me, but like??? Yes, I think Luke is great with kids. Yes, I think Luke is a good teacher. Yes, I think Luke is the type of person to wave goodbye as an infant flies off in his warship. I think Luke is the type of person who would throw a child into the air way too high and then catch them. Where did the idea that he’s the responsible parent come from? Luke is teaching infants how to use laser swords, do you REALLY THINK that’s what a responsible parent would do????

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writingfandomfeels · 5 months

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Anakin Skywalker - The Jedi's Bodyguard

Summary: There's an assassin after Anakin so the council order him to lay low at a safe house, with you to protect him.

Word count: 2k

Content Warnings: Porn with plot, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, intercourse, orgasm denial, overstimulation, Anakin calling you "babygirl".

The large doors opened to reveal the council, sitting in the circle the way they did. You quietly entered and stood against the wall near the door, watching as the meeting unfolded.

Anakin stood in the center, facing the council.

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself!” He argued.

“Anakin, you must understand, we don’t know what this assassin is capable of, nor his motives. Until we can determine such things we simply cannot put you at risk.” Obi-Wan reasoned.

“I do not fear death, master. If putting my life at risk gives us an advantage in apprehending this stranger then I wish to do so!”

“The council appreciates your dedication, young Skywalker,” Mace Windu said sternly, “however, the mission has already been assigned, and alternative arrangements have been made.” He nodded in your direction.

Anakin followed his gaze to where you stood.

Feeling rather uncomfortable and unsure how to respond, you gave him an awkward wave accompanied by the kind of tight lipped smile you give a stranger when you accidentally make eye-contact with them in passing.

While Anakin was hardly a stranger as you had been friends for years and secretly even more than that in recent months, the situation itself carried a strangeness that you weren’t sure how to handle.

The council approached you earlier that day, explaining the situation and that they wanted to place Skywalker under your protection until they’d had a chance to further investigate the attempt made on his life. While you were in equal rank to him and agreed with the argument you expected he’d use, that he was perfectly capable of defending himself, you also understood Obi-Wan’s reasoning of wanting him to have backup, and as he couldn’t do it himself since he had been assigned investigating the assassin, he recommended you, knowing that Anakin might be less obtuse if it were a friend he were saddled with.

You watched as Anakin turned back to the council, breathing slowly. You wondered if it was a breath of relief he was letting out, or of frustration for the council.

“There is a safehouse on the moon of Endor. A cabin. We will retrieve you there when it is time.” Mace informed.

“Spend this time meditating, you must, for temptation paves the path to the dark-side.” Yoda instructed.

You both bowed to the council before exiting into the hallway. Almost immediately, Anakin began complaining.

“I can’t believe they think I need a babysitter and won’t let me hunt the bastard. If anyone can catch him, it’s me!”

“While I don’t doubt that, maybe you’re looking at this from the wrong perspective.” You suggested.

He looked at you confused as to how there could possibly be any other way of looking at it.

You stopped walking and grabbed his arm so he would stop and look at you. “We were just given orders to hide out in a cabin together. Alone. Do you see where I’m going with this now?”

Realization lit up his face, as a smile began to grow. “Well then what are we waiting for?”

He darted off to the spaceport.

Once on the ship, Anakin was already in the pilot seat when you approached.

“Uh-uh-uh,” You corrected and he gave you a look. “I’m flying.”

He blinked, still smiling. “No you’re not.”

“Um, yeah, I am. Council’s orders.” You stated.

“What’s wrong with my flying?” He grumbled, getting up and switching to the co-pilot’s seat.

You shrugged. “I think the words were ‘too reckless’?”

He scoffed. “Name one time!”

You snickered at his sarcasm.

It wasn’t long before you reached your destination. After gently landing the ship, you noticed Anakin eagerly jumping out of his seat and getting ready to open the door.

“Hold on a second,” you warned.

“Why?” He asked.

“I haven’t checked yet if it’s safe.” You said.

“There’s nobody around, it’s fine.”

“Look,” you said, getting a little frustrated. You knew being Anakin’s security wouldn’t prove easy, but you’d hoped you could at least get to the cabin before having to assert yourself. “It’s my job to protect you. I was entrusted with making sure you’re safe and not doing anything crazy so it’s not fine until I say it’s fine.” You said, pausing to determine with the force that there really was no sign of threat. Which there wasn’t. “It’s fine.”

Smiling that he was right, he rolled his eyes at you and exited the ship.

You made it to the cabin just as night fell. The cabin was old and not well insulated, letting the cold air of the night seep in.

You shivered. “I’ll get us a fire started.” You said, crouching in front of the fireplace.

Anakin joined you. “I have some other ideas of how we could keep warm.”

You felt him place a gentle kiss on your jawline as you watched the dark wooden walls light up in the glow of the fire.

He brushed your hair away and pulled at your robe so he could begin trailing kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, then your shoulder as he slowly continued to expose more of your skin.

You hummed happily as he kissed, taking you in his arms now and slowly leaning you, until your back laid against the old woven rug on the floor.

Taking things up a notch, Anakin nibbled at your neck, eliciting a soft moan from you.

He continued his kisses down to your chest, pulling back just for a moment, wanting to look at you. As he did, you reached to undo his robe as well, revealing his gorgeous chest.

“God, you get more beautiful every time I see you.” He stared.

You smiled, fighting off a blush. “Alright, enough, just come here already.” You said, reaching your arms out, intending to wrap them around him and pull him against you. But instead he pulled back where you couldn’t reach him.

“Ah,” he grinned, watching your expression, “maybe you can boss me around out there, but in here, I’m in charge.”

And with that, he pulled off the rest of your clothing, leaving you naked before him. He hummed in approval. “Absolutely perfect.”

Leaning back down to you now, he palmed your breast with his hand, while kissing down your stomach.

Your heart raced as you anticipated where he was headed.

A few kisses and nibbles against your inner thighs left you weak, as you begged to feel more of him.

“Ani- please.” You requested softly.

“Hmm, only if you’re patient.” He responded from between your thighs, caressing them with his fingers now and giving you goosebumps.

He let another moment pass before licking up your slit, stopping just before reaching your clit.

You sighed, letting your eyes close, relieved to have finally felt him, and desperate to again.

He obliged, moving his tongue against you, then finally swirling it around your bud.

Softly you moaned as he kept it up, lapping at you, until you felt him slip two fingers inside of you.

You moaned louder. “Oh god, yes.”

His long fingers rubbed against your inner roof, pulling your orgasm closer and closer.

“Ah, fuck,” you cursed, feeling yourself just on the edge of bliss.

Suddenly it all stopped. Your eyes shot open to see him grinning devilishly as he sat up, wiped his fingers on his robe, and stood to take off his pants.

“Remember babygirl,” he said, now crawling on top of you. He inserted his length then leaned down so his face was just inches away. “I’m in charge now.” he whispered before crashing his lips down hard.

Passionately, you kissed, as he began rocking into you in time to the movement of your mouths. You brought your hand up to the back of his head, burying your fingers into his soft hair, and pulling at it as you scratched his head.

He moaned into your mouth in response. You knew how much he loved you touching his hair. And he knew how much you loved hearing him moan.

You kissed his neck, eliciting another moan from him.

“This isn’t right, you should be moaning way more than me.” He said. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Anakin took your legs, lifting them up so your ankles rested on his shoulders by his ears. Immediately you gasped at the deeper penetration, unable to conceal your moans.

You felt the familiar coil in your stomach tighten again, winding you back up to your release. Anakin quickened his pace, his tip now rubbing against you in such a way that your moans were broken with gasps.

“Oh, don’t stop,” you whined needily.

“Stop? Okay.” Anakin teased and pulled out completely.

Your eyes fluttered in disbelief as you felt your O dissipate. “What? No!”

He chuckled, pleased with himself.

“What?” He asked innocently. You felt him poke his tip at you, just barely inside. “Is there something you want?”

“Mmmm,” you moaned, your eyes shut again as your pussy tried so hard to pull him back in.

“Sorry, what’s that?” Anakin teased. “Use your words babygirl.”

“Ani- please, I need it.” You begged.

“Need what?” He pressed.

“I need your-” just as you were about to say exactly what he wanted, he pushed back into you all the way, causing your voice to crack, “Ah- your cock!”

He rammed into you relentlessly. Your legs began to quiver as you began to build back up to your high again.

“Not until I say so.” He instructed, not breaking eye-contact with you.

Both of your breathing was ragged. His thrusts were steady and controlled, indicating he was nowhere close and could keep this torture up for a while. Sweat beaded on his face, glimmering with the flickering glow of the flames next to you.

Electricity tingled through your senses, growing more and more intense.

You brought your hand to his chest, your palm stroking down his pecs to his abdomen where you then traced your fingertips over his abs. You felt them tensing against you with each roll of his body into you. Moving back up to his pecs, you rolled one of his nipples under your thumb.

A low groan rumbled out from him and his eyes shut in pleasure.

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it now.” He growled.

Suddenly pulling your hand away from him, he grabbed your wrists, holding them at your sides, above your head. As he thrusted, his pelvis would press firmly against your swollen bud, nearly sending you over the edge. Your head went fuzzy and you chose to close your eyes again as the world spun in front of you. Your whole body began trembling, and you squeezed his length.

“Not yet.” He ordered.

“Ani, I can’t.” You whimpered, squirming under him.

“Not without my permission.”

You whined, the sensations growing almost painful. “I- I need to-”

“Hey, you hear me?”

You opened your eyes, only feeling his metal hand on your one wrist now.

“You can’t come until I say.” He said, waving his hand over you.

Did he really just?

He moved his hand down to your clit now, circling it with the pad of his thumb. The electricity pulsing within you felt like it was bouncing off a wall, desperate to escape but completely unable to.

Your moans turned into loud begging cries.

“Oh god baby, please, it hurts!” You cried.

His thumb continued to rub, steady, just like his hips.

“Almost,” he said softly, “you’re such a good girl. You can make it.”

Tears filled your eyes, one rolling down your cheek, which Anakin kissed away.

He kissed from your cheek, down to your neck, then with his lips just barely touching your ear, he whispered, “now.”

You wailed as your back arched, pushing him further into you.

Every climax you’d been denied was released at once. Ecstasy crashed over you like a powerful wave shattering through the wall of a dam. The lightning pulsing through your veins was released, coursing out of you through shaking limbs and trembling hands. Your body tensed and contracted, allowing multiple releases to continually flow through you.

Anakin groaned, eyes shut, throwing his head back, biting his lip so hard he tasted a little blood, as his own release came.

You rode the rolling wave of bliss slowly coming down, down, down.

Both of you panted, as he then allowed himself to collapse onto you, sloppily kissing at your neck.

“Best babysitter ever.” He mumbled.

“Bodyguard.” You corrected.

He smirked. “Okay.”

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