#jedi culture respected

[furious-blueberry0]

"Oh but the Jedi were so cold and detached and they even condemned love, they were so cruel"

The Jedis were the literal definition of Agape love, but I guess that for you people the only type of love that exists and is valid is the one that leads you to fucking

#star wars #jedi culture #jedi culture respected #jedi love #jedi philosophy #in defense of the jedi #pro jedi #honestly I think they also had a lot of Storge love #but that's a discussion for another day #Anakin was enslaved by Eros and Mania #but this is not his fault or the jedi's fault #this is the result of PALPATINE GROOMING HIM SINCE HE WAS 9!! #This is not an invitation to discussion #If you don't like the jedi just keep scrolling

[antianakin]

"The Jedi repress their emotions!"

Actually, that's Anakin!

"The Jedi have unhealthy relationships with people!"

Actually, that's Anakin!

"The Jedi are too embroiled in politics to truly be able to help people!"

Anakin is literally in the pocket of the Chancellor and continuously insists that they have to abide by the law while multiple other Jedi, particularly Council members, generally try to avoid that whenever possible in order to better help people on the mission.

"The Jedi aren't involved in politics enough to truly be able to help people!"

Despite living in the Chancellor's pocket, Anakin literally has no idea how the political system works as evidenced by his criticism of it in AOTC and TCW "Heroes on Both Sides." By contrast, we see that Ahsoka has clearly gotten an education in politics and has been taught that it's important to be involved in politics in order to try to keep corruption from happening, an education good enough that she's literally capable of teaching other kids her own age about it. It's also the Jedi who we see actively recognizing that Palpatine is corrupt and choosing the do something about it, unlike Anakin who just keeps making excuses for Palpatine.

"The Jedi didn't fight enough for the clones!"

The Jedi are the ONLY ones we EVER see fighting for the clones in ANY WAY. We see Jedi criticize EACH OTHER for negative treatment of the clones, we see Jedi fight back against the Kaminoans to save the clones, and we see Jedi literally dying to protect the clones. Yoda himself makes the argument to trust the clones after they discover that the clones are probably a Sith trap for the Jedi. There is NO ONE ELSE who ever fights for the clones at all, but the Jedi are seen to do so MULTIPLE TIMES. And I will note that aside from fighting on the battlefield with them, none of these examples include Anakin, who is frequently seen to EXPLOIT his own men, particularly Rex, for his own selfish agendas.

"The Jedi steal babies!"

This has been debunked over and over again by people with more resources than me, but guess who actually DOES steal children? If you guessed Anakin, YOU'D BE RIGHT! And according to the multiple people who gave me examples last time I asked (thank you to all of you who did so), he specifically steals a baby FROM A FORMER JEDI. He also literally helps torture captured Jedi children into becoming Jedi hunters and keeps the body of a Jedi child as a trophy.

#star wars #pro jedi #pro jedi culture #jedi culture respected #jedi appreciation #jedi culture appreciated #jedi respected #anti anakin #anti anakin skywalker #anakin critical #anakin skywalker critical #stop projecting anakin's specific flaws onto the jedi #that's not how media literacy works

[kanansdume]

#jedi #star wars #pro jedi #pro jedi order #i know i could get more options but i have no more space so if there's something else you love #pls feel free to add it in your tags or replies #jedi appreciation #jedi culture appreciation #jedi culture #jedi order respected #jedi culture respected #poll #polls

[crispyjenkins]

dha kar'ta "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

am planning on starting up a wip wednesday sort of thing (maybe next week?), which will definitely be more than star wars related stuff, but i've also just exceeded a thousand hours on skyrim in less than a year and wanted to celebrate(?) (i actually hit a thousand a few days ago, but in true fixation fashion, kept playing instead of posting anything over here lmao) so here's a dha kar'ta wip 'cause jango is fighting me a little bit but new chapter soon!! i promise!!

 “As soon as Satine is unseated, the Mandalore System’s full neutrality nullifies, unless Jango chooses to reinstate it.”

  “And he’d rather die than do that,” Bosoloc pipes up helpfully.

  “Yes, and at that point, Mandalore can choose to pursue rejoining the Republic for the first time since the Kyr’am Turr’e, because New Mandalore never officially seceded to the Senate.”

  “Which Jang’alor would also rather die than do.”

  Obi-Wan acknowledges Ezovac with a nod. “The politics of sovereign states that exist within sectors technically under control of the Republic are a disaster at best, and almost no one in the Senate is willing to deal with it long enough for a planet to get the flimsiwork through.” Melidaan is a Republic planet now, but the Young didn’t always intend it to be, and Nield couldn’t read, so Obi-Wan had done a lot of that research between battles; and being on the run from Death Watch actually afforded a considerable amount of downtime during his year on Mandalore, and, well. A big part of that Obi-Wan had thought it was all information he’d need to know if Satine asked him to stay, and Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite learned how to let someone love him unless he can be useful to them.

  Actually, it’s rather convenient that he had done all this research for Mandalore specifically, if thirteen years too early — perhaps the Force was simply preparing him for this Mandalore, not Satine’s. 

  Across the mess table, Kal groans loudly and slumps his head down. “Fine, I’ll bite, kih’Alor: what’s any of that got to do with Duchess Demagolka?”

  “Theoretically,” Obi-Wan sighs again, pushing a grumbling Dha further into his mind so he can concentrate, “Mandalore does not actually have to declare itself as anything; there are plenty of planets in the outer rim that have sovereignty without officialising it with the Republic.”

  “But...?”

  “But, thanks to Satine, Mandalore is embroiled in Senate politics nine ways to Corellian Hells, and it’ll be even worse if she makes any headway with the beskar mines while we’re off fighting Vizsla. We simply can’t withdraw from those politics, not when Mandalore’s history is so entwined with the Republic’s, not unless we want to go full isolationist from the rest of the galaxy.” He glances at his other table-/councilmates, and is relieved to see they seem to be keeping up, if looking a bit exhausted by it; Obi-Wan shares the sentiment.

  Luckily, the mess is empty now with everyone returning to their increased post-battle duties, or Obi-Wan is sure they’d have had quite a few more complaints about the impromptu government lesson happening in the middle of the tent.

  Kal rubs his eyes, shaking himself before turning back to Obi-Wan, his frown as deep as ever, but at least he still seems willing to listen.

  “So, we can’t just go after the Senate’s pet Mandalorian without burning those bridges, unless we have proof she’s in league with a terrorist?”

  “Precisely. And technically, with Mandalore as a sovereign state, the Senate can’t do anything about the change in power, unless they plan to go to war with every Mandalorian in the galaxy, but proving she made the first move will give us significantly more support for instating Jango instead.”

  “I feel like my brains are coming out my ears,” Bosoloc whispers woodenly, staring down at the remains of the protein gruel on her tray. 

  “You don’t have ears,” Myles reminds her, chin in his hand, and she kicks him under the table. 

  “What I want to know,” Mij speaks for the first time, easily dodging one of Myles’ flailing arms, “is how you even know about the Kyr’am Turr’e, Obi-Wan.”

  Bosoloc turns away from tormenting Myles to add, “Yes, I was going to ask about that, because I have no idea what the Death Days are.”

-

#dhakarta #jangobi #crispy writes #wip wednesday #sneak peek #prequel trilogy #darksaber au #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #mij gilamar #true mandalorian ocs #mando'ade #more obi knowing things he shouldn't because dha forgets what he should and shouldn't probably know about #mandalorian obi wan #well sort of and also in the near future but he's the only one denying it at this point #JEDI CULTURE RESPECTED

[jedi-enthusiast]

I am once again asking anti-Jedi people to get the fuck off my page--and yes, this poster was specifically anti-Jedi because they literally made a post about "sure the Jedi are better than the Sith, but anyone can be better than those and the Jedi are still evil/red flags/etc."

I have made it very clear through many of my posts and my fucking blog description that I don't tolerate anti-Jedi propaganda on my blog, but apparently I haven't been clear enough--so here's another:

KEEP YOUR FUCKING ANTI-JEDI BULLSHIT OFF MY FUCKING BLOG, EITHER POST IT ON YOUR OWN BLOG OR SHUT THE FUCK UP ON MINE

Is that clear enough for you assholes?

Now, first of all, on the post this was commented on I didn't even mention Athena Andreadis and I want to make it clear that 1. I've never even heard of this person and 2. I've never read this essay. I was just venting about how I can't talk about SW without some anti-Jedi jackasses popping in with comments on how "the Jedi were evil," but apparently now I can't even fucking complain about SW shit without anti-Jedi jackasses popping in their two-cents.

The irony.

Now, I've looked up several iterations of "Athena Andreadis strange horizons anti-Jedi essay" and I cannot find it--so I won't be picking apart the specific points made, since I can't find them, but I will be picking apart the general points here.

First of all, I have no idea how being anti-Jedi could possibly be seen as a "feminist" thing.

Like...there are plenty of female Jedi, most are viewed in-canon by other Jedi--both male and female--as good and wise (how fandom views them is out of my control), there are female Jedi in leadership positions, there are both modest and non-modest dressing Jedi and neither of them are viewed negatively for how they dress--nor do any Jedi comment on how they dress, they're diverse in both their looks and beliefs, as far as I'm aware there aren't any rules the Jedi follow that are specific to the women...

Like, I'm just not seeing how the Jedi Order is sexist or how it's feminist to be anti-Jedi.

Can singular characters be sexist? Yes, of course, obviously. But unless I'm remembering wrong, it's actually Anakin (y'know, the baby-murderer guy who's horrible at being a Jedi and turns into a fucking Sith Lord?) who's shown to be sexist in SW media. Other than his behavior, I don't really remember other Jedi being shown as sexist--someone feel free to correct me if I'm forgetting something, though.

Second, the Jedi also didn't want to join the war, but they had no better options.

It is made clear throughout the movies and TCW that the Jedi don't want to be generals in this war, Mace Windu even spells it out for Palpatine by saying "we are keepers of the peace, not soldiers" in AotC. However, in the end, they're forced to take up the role in order to work towards the greater good.

There's literally an entire episode in TCW where the "the Jedi should've just been pacifists and not fought" thing is addressed, and there have been many many posts made by many people about how the Jedi did the right thing and also about what might've happened if they didn't--I specifically recommend looking at @antianakin and @david-talks-sw's posts, if you want an actual in-depth response on those.

I'm not gonna regurgitate their points on this post, but I will pose you the same questions I did on the post this comment was under:

So the Jedi should've just stood by while Dooku conquered and enslaved the rest of the galaxy? That would've been better than them fighting to protect the people and planets Dooku was enslaving?

Finally, everything we're shown about the Jedi in-universe--and what we know of child development irl--shows that the Jedi's way of life isn't harmful, and is even helpful, in childhood development.

First of all, we're gonna dispel the myth that the Jedi teach emotional suppression--what they do teach is emotional regulation which, as others have pointed out, is something taught in therapy and is a good and healthy thing.

But guess what? You also teach emotional regulation to children at a very young age!

When your child is throwing a tantrum, screaming and breaking things, and just generally losing it because they're unhappy with something, what do you do? If you're a good parent, you-

1. help them calm down.

2. teach them how to work through their emotions in a healthy way for next time (taking deep breaths, counting to ten, walking off the anger, etc.).

and 3. talking with them about what made them upset and helping them understand why they were upset so they can avoid it or deal with it better next time.

All of that is emotional regulation. Parents all around the world teach it to their kids every day because it is healthy, and just because the Jedi need to emphasize teaching it more than most because Force-sensitives are susceptible to the Dark Side doesn't mean that it's any less healthy than regular people teaching it.

Secondly, the Jedi Order is a community and--like it or not--it's shown that children raised in a community setting are actually generally better off than children raised strictly in the nuclear family model because they have more support and access to a more diverse pool of opinions, beliefs, and people. All of which we see reflected in the Jedi Order--community support and teaching.

Anakin fell specifically because he didn't follow the Jedi's teachings, and even he was a fucking outlier. The Jedi that fell in the Prequels either fell because of the War (which was orchestrated by Palpatine) or because they were directly manipulated by Palpatine. Neither of those things had anything to do with Jedi teachings and all but one of the Jedi that fell were adults, again all of which except one that lived in the Order perfectly fine for years until Palpatine started doing shit.

Now that that's covered, I'm gonna make my own point.

All of you "the Jedi deserved their genocide crowd" people sound like fucking Nazis and fascists.

Everyone who's saying that "the Jedi were the real bad guys" have like 0 media literacy and obviously take issue with anything that isn't strictly following western ideals--and, frankly, I think you're all willfully being ignorant and stupid at this point.

When you're anti-Jedi, those are the people you're aligning with.

Now, it's none of my business what you believe or what you post on your own time, but keep it the fuck off my page.

This is my space.

Keep your shitty opinions to yours.

#star wars #sw prequels #pro jedi #in defense of the jedi council #in defense of the jedi #jedi appreciation #nothing but love for the jedi #jedi culture respected #anti anakin apologists #anti sith apologists

[smol-baguett]

I need to rant about Star Wars making aroace-spec!Obi-Wan canon because this hellsite needs to know what that means to bi/pan-oriented aroaces.

To preface, I have been a huge Obi-Wan fan since long before I realized I myself was bi-oriented aroace.

His understanding of love, especially for Satine, is something that had always resonated with me, and I am sure people like me. I never understood why until I realized it was because I shared those views.

I doubt the initial intention of Satine’s character was to highlight this aspect of Obi-Wan’s, but regardless of what Dave Filoni and other writers involved intended, they created a story that was tailored to the aroace experience. A narrative that exalts and celebrates the nature of our love.

Obi-Wan and Satine are two people who loved each other dearly. We know that they spent a whole year with each other as teenagers. But the beauty of it is that the writers never went far into detail of the nature of their love. How much of it was romantic, sexual, or tertiary attraction.

We do know is that it was a deep love that haunted them ~20 years later. We know they both fantasize about abandoning their duties to be with each other. But in the end they put aside their feeling for each other to prioritize their duties. Not because they thought their love was childish or anything, but because they loved each other so much they couldn’t bear to stand in the way of the other’s dreams.

Obi-Wan always wanted to be a Jedi. As established in the High Republic books, a Jedi cannot prioritize the sake of one person over the rest of the galaxy. He, as a Jedi and according to the belief he had subscribed to all his life, could not put Satine over everyone else. Satine could never put him in a situation where he’d have to make that decision.

Satine had an equally grave, but higher profile responsibility. She needed to fix her broken people and lead Mandalore. That could never be possible if she had a Jedi or even a former-Jedi padawan at her side. Obi-Wan could never jeopardize her dream of a prosperous Mandalore.

And so they parted ways. Because they love each other so much, they want the other to be happy, even if it’s without each other. This is something so inherently aromantic: happiness without needing to be with another person.

And what makes it all the more authentic is how complicated their love is. Because being aromantic or asexual doesn’t make you loveless, just more complicated to express conventionally. They prioritized another commitment over their relationship, but that did not diminish their love for each other. We see it when Obi-Wan goes against the council’s orders and runs blindly and foolishly into a trap to rescue Satine. And when in her dying breath Satine professes she’s always loved him, and she always will. Even after 20 years, their love persists. They bickered and flirted constantly, they were gentle with each other, and they gazed at each other like no one else. It’s subtle yet purposeful, and they both understood the dynamic of their relationship. Once they were kids who fooled around, but now they’ve grown into the people they always hoped to become. They know that because of their decision they could never do that to each other. They could never be together. A mandalorian and a Jedi. But this, for them, is enough.

This is the relationship many aroaces, like myself dream about. Something that is just love. No obligation for the conventional rituals of a relationship. But being comfortable in how we embrace our love and attraction (or lack thereof). This kind of relationship hard to come by in entertainment, especially in huge franchises like Star War. It is messy and complex and just as beautiful as any conventional romantic or sexual relationship. And Star Wars still has yet to realize how enlightened it is for people like me.

I accept that back in the 70s, George Lucas never intended to make. I accept that in creating TCW and Satine, Dave Filoni and co. never meant to write an aroace-coded narrative. Yet the story and character of Obi-Wan Kenobi was one aroaces could immediately identify with. Because his understanding of love is not unrealistic or unattainable. It is real and natural. Valid and reasonable enough for them to anchor it to the iconic and beloved character of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

#long post #not sorry #i would also write an essay abt him and anakin but im tired #may another time #obi wan kenobi #star wars #duchess satine #satine kryze #obitine #aroace #aromantic #asexual #bisexual #jedi #jedi order #jedi culture #jedi culture respected #sw meta #jedi appreciation #star wars meta #padawan novel #padawan spoilers #star wars: padawan #my post

[starwarsaddiction]

if people still don’t understand that the jedi are the good guys in the story after this series, i’ll start to assume that it’s in bad faith, that people DO understand that but are choosing to ignore it just to side with the evil guys, and are trying to gaslight jedi fans.

and I will positively ignore them for good

#obi-wan kenobi series #obi-wan kenobi spoilers #obi-wan spoilers #kenobi series #kenobi spoilers #pro jedi #jedi #intergalactic therapists #jedi positivity #jedi culture #jedi love #jedi culture respected #jedi philosophy #jedi order #jedi are the good guys in the story #unfollow if you don't love the jedi

[starbeltconstellation]

Rewrite the Stars

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Modern Girl! OC

Prologue

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

—William Faulkner

˚・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.｡˚

"Isn't it sad how his life will turn out?" Linda Bains sighs, bottom lip pulling out in a pout as she leans back into the white pillow of the hospital bed.

The portable dvd screen on Linda Bain's lap flashes by with Anakin Skywalker's face on it, taking in his baffled and serious face as he mutters an, "We lost something", before flashing on to Obi-Wan Kenobi's sarcastic response.

"Mom, he is literally space Hitler." Melanie Bains mumbles into her mother's shoulder, body tucked into her side as she lays with her on the hospital bed. Her words have no heat to them though. She just sounds simply amused.

"Oooh, but that hair though." Her mother says, fanning herself. "You know, if I were healthy and twenty years younger—"

"Mom!" Melanie cuts in with a squeal of embarrassment, and Ms. Bains simply laughs.

"Gosh, you're so serious, honey," Ms. Bains chuckles. "You gotta lighten up a li—"

Her mother suddenly chokes off into a series of hacking coughs, and Melanie scrambles from the bed to get a glass of water.

Ms. Bains tries to wave her away, but Melanie will have none of it, wrapping her mother's fingers around the cool glass and lifting it to her lips.

"Drink slow." Melanie warns.

Ms. Bains gives her daughter a roll of her eyes, but says nothing as she takes a slow gulp of the water. She hands it back over to her daughter and Melanie sits it off to the side table before she perches carefully on the bed again.

"Better?" Melanie asks, eyeing her mother carefully.

"Yes, honey." Her mother stresses, looking a little miffed. "Gosh, it was just a little cough. There was no need for you to get up from the bed." Her mother suddenly sighs, looking morose. "I didn't mean to ruin our Star Wars marathon."

"Mom, you didn't ruin anything." Melanie reassures. "You can't help being sick."

"I could help with being in this dang bed or not." Ms. Bains mutters under her breath, crossing her arms and gazing to one side, looking petulant.

"Mom..." Melanie warns, voice tinging with something like pain. "You promised."

The bright hospital room has a moment full of stubborn silence.

Then Ms. Bains sighs, head hanging in resignation.

"I did." Ms. Bains acknowledges, gazing back over at her daughter. "One chemo treatment. But that's all," she stresses, face serious.

Melanie frowns. "But—"

"No buts."

"Mom, this is ridiculous! Why can't you just try—" she starts again, frustration bubbling through.

"I said no, Melanie!" Ms. Bains snaps. "And that's final. I am not going to kid myself with thinking that I'm going to get some miracle cure by doing this when I already have stage four lu—"

Ms. Bains freezes, cutting herself off just short of saying the full dreaded sentence; the one that had been like the dull ringing of an alarm bell in Melanie's ears since she had first heard it from her mother's doctor so long ago now.

Melanie's breath hitches at the reminder. At the clock that seemed to be counting down over her mother's head whenever she looked at her.

Her knees buckle, and she just barely manages to collapse into the chair at her mother's bedside, before she leans over, palms pressing against the growing tears burning behind her eyes.

Silence eats up the room again. And it's stifling, the way the chasm seems to split between the two of them in this moment.

Finally, her mother finds the courage to break it.

"Mel, honey..." Ms. Bains's voice trembles with emotion, clearly affected by her daughter's pain, "I'm not going to get any better. You know that."

Melanie sniffles, lifting her head to gaze up at her mother's eyes.

"Y-You don't kn-know that." she says, bottom lip wobbling at she holds in her tears.

Her mom's hand reaches out and clutches Melanie's shaking shoulder, thumb rubbing up and down soothingly.

"The doctors already told us about the life expectancy rate," Ms. Bains reminds her gently, watching as Melanie's eyes squeeze shut in an effort to block the words out. "It... it just doesn't look good for be, baby." she says, a sad chuckle spilling out from her lips as her face twists into a pained grimace.

"Bu-But... the chemo treatments could—"

"I am not about to leave my daughter with an insane amount of medical bills, just because I couldn't accept what was right in front of me." Ms. Bains interrupts sternly.

Melanie frowns, hand reaching up to clutch at her mothers own that had been rubbing at her shoulder soothingly. "But I don't mind helping you! I could take more rock climbing guide shifts and—"

"—I know you don't mind helping me, Mel." Her mother interrupts. "The point is that I do mind. I mind a lot, actually." she smiles, expression proud. "I'm not going to let you waste your money on me, because you are going to need that money to help build your business—"

"—Mom." Melanie's voice has grown to carry an exasperated edge to it. "Please, be serious—"

"—Oh, but I am being serious." Ms. Bains has a genuine twinkle in her eyes now. "I expect you to finish that poetry manuscript before I'm dead, you know—"

"Mom!" Melanie snaps, expression pained. "Please, can we just... look, maybe you're right, but can we just please not talk about that right now?"

That thing, as in her mother's death.

Her mother's hand comes up to wipe the tear tracks that rolled down Melanie's cheeks without her knowledge.

Melanie's eyes squeeze shut in pain at the next words that are spoken.

"We'll have to talk about it eventually, baby." Ms. Bains says, as gently as she can with Melanie's fragile mental state.

Silence. Then—

"I know." Melanie murmurs, voice cracking.

Melanie sniffles again, and Ms. Bains's face seems to break open.

Ms. Bains opens her arms wide. "Hey, come here."

Melanie crawls again into her mother's hospital bed, clutching to her tightly.

She doesn't know why, in this moment, it finally occurs to her that she only has a limited amount of time left each day to hug her mom.

A dark, haunting fear seems to slide over her, swallowing her up.

How is she supposed to live without her?

A wounded sound escapes her, and then she starts to sob like a child, face burrowing into her mom's shoulder like she could bury herself there.

She feels as fingers curl through her hair, stroking the back of her head in a calming gesture.

"Mel."

Nothing. She is inconsolable.

"Mel, honey, look at me."

Melanie continues to sob, squeezing her mom tightly to her.

Finally, the body she has been leaning against starts to sit up, and Melanie is forced to move along with it as her mother pushes both herself and her daughter up.

"Melanie." Ms. Bains's voice echoes around the room firmly, commanding attention now.

"W-What?" she hiccups, voice full of tears as she raises her head up.

She watches as her mom reaches forward to wrap her fingers around the golden heart locket that lays against the column of Melanie's pale throat.

"Do you remember when I gave this to you?" Ms. Bains asks quietly.

Melanie's brows furrow in confusion as she raises a hand to scrub at the tears clouding her vision. Her chest still rises and falls erratically as she tries to get her breathing back under control.

"It... it was for my birthday," she says, reaching up as she fiddles with the chain of the necklace.

"Do you remember why I gave it to you?" Her mother asks again, expression serious.

A beat.

She swallows, lip wobbling as she tells her in a quiet voice, "Y-You gave it to me a few weeks after... after we learned about—"

The cancer.

She can't make herself say the words yet, because it feels like admitting something, like giving into something inevitable if she does. As if she is giving into a doomed fate she cannot escape.

But she does remember what her mother is talking about. A few weeks after learning the devastating truth of her mom's condition, Melanie's birthday had been just around the corner, and embarrassingly enough, she hadn't even remembered until her mom had informed her of it, asking where she wanted to go.

Melanie had already been paranoid about her mom's condition, insisting that it would be perfectly fine to just stay at home for her birthday; maybe get a cake or something later.

And so, that's what they did.

Melanie, in a show of complete ineptitude, had actually assumed that her mom would drop the subject after that.

It wasn't until Melanie had came home, nearly dead on her feet as a tour guide for another rock climbing expedition, that she had been surprised to near tears to see how her house had been transformed into basically a one woman surprise party by her mother, balloons and streamers everywhere.

After a good hug and cry, her mother had sat her down to give her a present.

And, inside a black velvet box, had been the gold heart locket that laid around her neck now.

Melanie's mother fiddles more with the necklace now as they both sit sprawled out on the hospital bed.

"I told you that the locket had an inscription in it." Ms. Bains murmurs, still staring down at it, her eyes somewhere far away.

Melanie swallows again, a lump building in her throat at the reminder.

"I told you..." Her mother says, "...that the inscription would be something to keep with you. Something to remind you of me, even after..."

Even after I'm gone.

Her mom pauses, looking down, before she purses her lips in determination, lifting her face back to look at Melanie's. "You asked me what good it would do to have an inscription in it that you wouldn't even be able to see after you had put in a picture, and I told you that the inscription wasn't meant to be seen all the time."

She feels the clink of metal as her mom lets go and the necklace falls firmly back into place over the top of her collarbone.

She feels it again as her mom taps the locket with her finger in emphasis of her next words.

"The inscription; the words, are meant to be felt. Because even if you can't see them, you still know they're there with you."

Melanie stares, eyes burning with tears again, as her mom's lips twist into a sad smile.

"Just a little bit away." Ms. Bains finishes, voice shaking with emotion.

Slowly, the wide, gaping chasm of dark fear that had been swallowing Melanie started to pull back. She gazed at her mom, green eyes slowly unclouding, the dull ache in her chest easing with every moment.

Melanie's fingers slid down the chain, down to the locket that lays around her neck, fingers sliding over the cool metal gently.

The locket; the inscription inside it, was her anchor keeping her to the shore.

Melanie realizes, slowly, in this moment, that she has to let her mom go.

She could beg and plead for her mom to continue with the chemotherapy, and maybe, if she cried hard enough, her mom would give in.

But it wouldn't be right.

Her mom wouldn't be happy. She already wasn't happy, hooked up to as many machines as she was now, when all she wanted to do was be at home and live what was left of the rest of her life.

She finds herself finally acknowledging something that she had refused to consider before.

This; all of this— the months Melanie had spent working overtime to raise enough money to convince her mother to get a round of chemotherapy, had been about her.

She hadn't wanted to let go. And, even though she knew her mom hadn't wanted to, she had convinced her to come anyways.

This, it wouldn't cure her.

It was just delaying the inevitable.

Melanie lets out a breath, finally accepting it.

"You'll always be here." she says quietly, voice weak as her fingers slowly wrap around her mom's pale hand.

Ms. Bains lips twitch into a sad smile, murmuring:

"Just a little bit away."

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Melanie's hand slams against the jagged edge of rock that sticks out from around the mountain she is strapped to with her rock climbing gear, blonde strands of hair sticking to her neck as sweat seeps down her face.

She hisses, almost yanking her hand back at the sharp sensation that hits the top part of her palm.

Shit.

She cut herself.

She had been careless, her mind elsewhere as she worries, even now, over her mom's condition.

She curses outwardly, gritting her teeth, upper muscles straining as she struggles to pull herself the last bit of climbing rope and to the top of the mountain.

She growls lowly in frustration as her muscles start to shake. She knows this is dangerous. She should stop and take a break. But there was some stubborn part of her that refused to give into that temptation at the moment. It was almost as if she was trying to prove something to herself in this moment, now that she had finally decided to let her mom go, when the time came.

It was almost as if, if she made it up this mountain, she could make it through anything, even with her mother one day no longer by her side.

"Fuck, come on," she groans, shoes digging into the flattest edges of the mountain as she struggles to lift the rest of her body up.

Finally, her head just barely managed to peek over the top part of the mountain. She blinked, green eyes squinting against the bright light that suddenly burned over the top of the mountain.

While still holding onto the climbing rope, her other hand, which had still been digging into the rock wall under her head, blindly reached up to push against the flat surface of ground now near her.

Her upper body screamed in protest, but Melanie would not quit, face all but flattened into the dirt of the ground as she heaved her body over the last bit of rock wall.

"Fuck. Fuuuuck." she says, chest heaving as she lays there for a moment, face still smushed into the ground.

She groans slowly rolling over onto her back, peering up at the blue sky that is filled with swirling clouds.

A sound bubbles from out of her chest; a burst of breathless giggles.

"I did it." she whispers to herself.

A few minutes pass like that, with Melanie just lying there on the top of the mountain, her feet still dangling off the edge, when she finally starts to pull herself to her feet.

She scoots backwards, ignoring the dirt all over her black tank top and cargo pants, as she unhooks her harness from the climbing rope. Then, she slowly pulls herself to her feet, wobbling for a moment before regaining her balance.

The view is stunning.

No matter how many times she rock climbs, she can never grow tired of this. Of the view. The pure serenity and beauty of nature.

It reminds her of a piece of poetry she had read a while ago, by—what was his name?—oh, yes, E.F. Hayward—while waiting in the hospital waiting rooms for her mother to come back from one of her many checkups.

I love to dwell in forest wild, Where giant pine trees pierce the sky; A beauty spot where Nature smiled—

"A fitting place to live and die," she murmurs, reverently as she gazes out over the horizon as the sun washes over everything down below.

Melanie's hand lifts to shade her face from the blinding sunlight that gleams out over the horizon, just barely peeking out from behind the clouds. Her green eyes gaze with wonder over the wide expanse of greenery and the blue sky that meets it down the middle. And, there, in the background, she can just barely make out the expanse of shining metal towers and buildings, which would lead her back to civilization; to California, when she was finally done with this expedition for the day.

She hadn't been planning to come out here today. She had no rock climbing tours planned today, but her mom's parting words from yesterday must have gotten stuck in her head somehow, without Melanie even realizing it.

Before she left the hospital room last night, she had fussed over her mom a little bit more, almost as if she were a mother hen herself.

"Okay, so you have your blankets—"

"Yes." Her mom had sounded exasperatingly amused.

"The TV is on, your clothes are in the closet whenever you'll need them—"

"Mel—"

"Oh! A drink! Do you need a drink? I'll get you a drink."

"Melanie—" Her mom had just been plain exasperated by that point.

"And don't forget to tell them that you need to take your blood pressure medicine twice a day!"

"Melanie!"

She still remembers how her mouth had snapped shut at that point, in pure shock at her mom's sharp voice ringing throughout the room.

But she had had no reason to be worried. Her mom had only done it to gain her attention.

When Melanie's gaze had finally locked with her mom's, her mother's lips had started to twitch upward into a fond smile.

"Melanie," Ms. Bains had began, speaking slowly and clearly as if to emphasize her point. "I. Will. Be. Fine." She shook her head then, still fondly exasperated. "You worry too much, honey. Live a little!" She grinned, splaying her arms out. "Go on an adventure! But stop sitting here worrying about someone who will be right here when you get back."

Melanie's lips quirk up into a smile, still thinking about those words, even now.

Her mom had always been a free spirit.

She had been an artist to the end, painting to her heart's content, even though the art had never really made her much money.

Melanie wonders sometimes if that's why her mom is so focused on Melanie's own poetry succeeding, where her mom's art had 'failed' at making a living.

It was a nice thought.

But naive, as far as Melanie was concerned.

Melanie had tried, at one point. Had been planning on going to college, getting an art degree. But it just hadn't been in the cards. College was too expensive, and the arts, no matter what kind they were, paintings or poetry or otherwise, just didn't make enough for it to be worth it.

She still wrote her own poetry in her spare time, but it was—was—

A hobby.

Nothing more.

Melanie had worked as a secretary, originally, before all of this. It had paid alright, but after learning of her mother's condition, she had scrambled to get some type of job that would pay even the slightest bit more.

Rock climbing had been a surprise.

If you had told her, two years ago, that she would be climbing even ten feet off the ground, she would have laughed in your face.

But she had done it. Had taken the job, from an old high school friend that had suggested it to her, and while it would never be what her true happiness was—

She... enjoyed it. To an extent.

She liked the thrill of the climb; of the ache in her muscles.

But, most of all, she loved the view she had once she made her way to the top.

It was her artist eye, as her mother called it.

Whatever it was, she was glad she decided to come up here today, before visiting her mother in the hospital; was glad that she had taken this little adventure.

Her mom had never gotten to have that.

It was at that moment, that Melanie had the strangest thought.

Why not bring some of the adventure to her?

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She had passed by this shop before, one too many times, as she had walked around the hospital building to get back to her car that would be parked down the road.

She remembers the first time ever laying eyes on it.

She had been in a rush to park her car and race down to the hospital after dropping her mom off at the front door.

The bright lights surrounding the small display window drew her eye, and her gaze had flickered over quickly to read the sign that had been perched precariously in the window.

Come inside and go on an adventure!

And then she had been off again, the words and the shop sent to the back of her mind.

Until now.

Melanie takes in the swirling carving designs that have been engraved into the wood of the entrance door of the shop.

It was—what would her mom have called it?

Vintage. That was a good word.

The antique shop was small, the building almost seeming to have been squeezed between the hulking masses of the two fancier stores next to it; almost as if it had been placed there as an afterthought, and not something that had been there beforehand.

Melanie sighs, turning her mind back to the task at hand.

While most people would be more than happy with a stuffed animal or flowers for a get well present, Melanie knows her mother is different.

Her mother had always much preferred things that were old and had seen the passage of time go by.

Hopefully I'll be able to find something in here that she likes. Melanie thinks, pushing open the swirl engraved wooden door and stepping into the antique shop.

The ding of the bell above the door registers dimly in her ears as she looks around the small store.

It was actually a little bigger than she was anticipating.

The ceiling was fairly high up, with rows of strange, sparkling crystals hanging from thick wire attached to the roof.

The shop was spread out; most of the rows of nicknacks and old-timey relics moved to the side walls.

Not a speck of hardwood floor could be seen. The floor of the shop was filled with dozens of carpets and rugs strewn about the building.

The middle area of the building was empty, left clear for customers to roam about and to go up to the front desk ahead to check out items or to ask questions.

Speaking of—where was the person at the front desk?

She frowns, growing confused.

The sign did say open until 7:00pm, right? She thinks to herself, growing worried. It would be disappointing to have to leave. She knows her mom would love this place.

Melanie clears her throat, before awkwardly saying, rather loudly, "Hello?"

She stops. Waits. But there is nothing. All that can be heard in the eerie silence of the shop is the slow tick, tick of a pendulum clock that hangs near the right wall behind the front desk.

She thinks, in this moment, about leaving and maybe coming back tomorrow.

And yet, for some inexplicable reason she cannot name, Melanie decides to stay.

She walks forward, taking in the rows of shelves near the left wall. Two are filled to the brim with leather books that look to be falling apart at the edges.

She lifts a hand and takes one off the shelf, coughing and waving her hand in disgust at the cloud of dust that flies off the shelf at that moment.

"Doesn't anyone clean in here?" Melanie says out loud, quite aware she is speaking to no one.

She opens the book to check what the story is about, what with the cover having been worn off ages ago with overuse.

Alice in Wonderland, the front page shows, and Melanie sighs in disappointment.

"Ah, Mom already has this one." she mutters, putting the old book back on the shelf.

She walks around to look at the other two shelves behind the books, briefly glancing over at old-timey looking figurines and jewelry, but nothing seems to catch her eye to something her mom might be interested in.

Minutes fly by like this, with Melanie wandering around the shop and glancing from shelf to shelf, but nothing seems to be the perfect thing she is hoping to find.

What is she even searching for?

She supposes that she doesn't really know.

Something that says, I love you. That I care. That I pay attention to the things you enjoy.

Something that feels like a piece of an unknown story has been brought before her, awaiting to be revealed.

Well, she supposes that is a bit of a tall order.

Still, there has to be something— she continues to think, green eyes furrowing in frustration as she glances around, before suddenly freezing as something that glints in the sunlight that pierces through the curtains of the display window catches her eye.

It's a beautifully designed and painted music box. It sits perched inside the display of a large curio cabinet that stands near the corner of the shop, right by the front desk.

But, what's so astounding is that it isn't just any type of music box.

No. It can't be...

But it is.

The Music box that lays trapped inside the glass is a stunningly detailed Star Wars themed music box.

But it was more than just a box. It was a replica. A beautiful handcrafted replica of the characters Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, both of their blue lightsabers crossed in the throes of battle.

Both of the figures stood above the flattened red of the bottom of the music box, which was painted with red and carved into simmering waves of lava that raged around them; a clear reference to the battle between the two men at Mustafar.

But, see, that—that isn't what's so strange.

What's strange is how—how ancient it looks.

It doesn't look like something that had been made with the material from the modern era. It looks as if it was something that was made centuries ago. It was in wonderful condition, but it still had a type of antique look to it that could not be hidden.

And it was so—

So detailed! Melanie thinks, her eyes widening in pure amazement as she leans forward to look at the music box, squinting to get a better look past the glass that continues to gleam from the sun pouring in from the main window.

She huffs in frustration at the stupid light, looking around again for a moment, and, when she still sees no one, carefully opens the curio cabinet's glass door to get a better look.

Carefully, she picks up the music box with gentle fingers, mindful of the top of the figurines accidentally hitting against the top of the cabinet as she pulls it out to get a better look.

"Wow..." she whispers in awe, trailing off as her fingers run over the smooth surface of the material. She wonders what it could be made out of that gave it this ancient look, while still allowing the colors to shine through as well as it does.

Up close, the details are even better than she imagined. Anakin and Obi-Wan's figures were painted and carved with the most painstaking care. The curves and lines of each point of their Jedi attire were taken into account when making the design for each of them. The lightsabers they grip in their hands are no different, the hard plaines of metal that went into the design of each lightsaber was shown in the finest detail as Melanie squinted at them.

But what was really astonishing was the level of detail in each of the men's faces. Both were scrunched up in rage and pain, but, if one looks close enough, you can still see the higher level of rage that must have been engraved and painted into Anakin's eyes.

She grins widely.

This is perfect! Her mom will love it!

As gentle as a feather, she slowly moves one hand down to the bottom of the music box to slowly twist the nob that would wind it up—

"Enjoying yourself?"

Fuck!

Melanie jumps, heart thudding in her chest at the unexpected sound.

She turns, guiltily, while still holding the music box, to see the smirking form of an older dark-haired woman behind her, who was dressed in a curious purple themed outfit.

Melanie supposes this is the shopkeeper she had been waiting for before she became distracted looking around.

The nameless woman casually leans one elbow against the front desk as she stands there, seemingly amused with Melanie's discomfort.

Melanie stutters in embarrassment at having been caught taking the music box from its glass case. "I—I am so sorry, I was just—"

"Well, now don't stop on my account, hun," The Shopkeeper says, lips pulling upwards into a full grin. She raises a hand, gesturing for Melanie to continue.

A beat. They stare at each other.

The Shopkeeper raises an eyebrow.

Melanie finally manages to snap out of it and look back towards the object in her hand.

"I—I really am sorry," she starts again, leaning over to gently put the music box back in its rightful place in the curio cabinet. "It's just so beautiful—"

"—Nothing to apologize for." The Shopkeeper croons, leaning up to slowly stroll towards her, and Melanie has no idea why, but she suddenly feels as if she is in the clutches of a predator. "It calls out to most people." she murmurs, coming to a stop beside Melanie's form as she gazes beyond the glass to look at the music box herself.

Still, Melanie was lucky she hadn't broken it. Who knows how expensive the damn thing is.

Speaking of which—

"By the way," Melanie begins, "I w-was just—wondering, I suppose—how much something like this is?"

The Shopkeeper turns to her, arms crossing over her chest as she stares into Melanie's face, as if she is looking at something beyond her physical form, and is judging it accordingly.

Silence.

"You know, like to buy." she clarifies, thinking perhaps the woman had misunderstood her.

A moment, as the nameless woman's dark and empty eyes gaze at her own.

Then, there is a blink, and it's as if the yawning emptiness had never been there at all.

"To buy?" The Shopkeeper chuckles, placing a hand on her chest, sounding very amused. "Oh, no, no, no, honey; I'm afraid this just isn't for sale."

Melanie blinks, gaping, as the rug is seemingly pulled out from under her.

She watches as The Shopkeeper struts by her and back around to the other side of the front desk.

"B-But!" Melanie stutters, turning and all but chasing after the woman, "But I don't understand. It's in the shop. Why would it be here if it isn't for sale?"

The Shopkeeper seems unbothered by her plight, simply grinning and shrugging her shoulders.

"I like to keep around the objects of my ire." The Shopkeeper says, confusing Melanie even more. "It reminds me to stay on my toes."

And Melanie, she should really let this go, she doesn't really understand why she is continuing to push this so much, but—

But it's perfect. Melanie thinks, eyeing the music box despairingly as it sits locked behind glass once again.

She'll never find anything else that her mom will love so much. And she wants to do this—now that she has excepted the inevitable—she wants to get something that her mom will remember forever, because Star Wars had been something her mom has loved since she was a child.

"Look, I can't pay an ungodly amount, but I do have some savings saved up—" she says, leaning against the glass of the front desk, but her mouth snaps shut as The Shopkeeper raises her hand in a zip it gesture.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The woman says, raising a finger and pointing it at Melanie chidingly, "Not. For..."

The Shopkeeper leans across the desk, poking Melanie on her nose like a child.

"Sale!" The Shopkeeper finishes, smiling brightly at Melanie's befuddled expression.

Melanie blinks once, and then sighs, deflating like a balloon as she accepts defeat.

"Okay. Fine," she accepts, giving in as she struggles to move on from the stunning music box, "I'm trying to get a present for my mom who's been in the hospital. She's always really been into the arts and old antique collections like this place," she says, gesturing around at the building.

"Ah! Wanting to bring a bit of the adventure to her, huh?" The Shopkeeper says, eyebrows wiggling a little as she references the sign outside.

Melanie gives a half-hearted smile. "Something like that."

The Shopkeeper hums, tapping a finger to her chin, a small smirk appearing on her lips. "You know... I don't usually do this, but I could get you an adventure book from one of my personal collections. For the right price, of course."

Melanie's lips dip downwards just the slightest bit. "Of course."

Maybe this was a mistake.

"Would you like me to bring a stack out for you to choose from?" The Shopkeeper asks.

"You have them here?" Melanie questions, face confused.

"Why, of course I do, dear!" The Shopkeeper exclaims, chuckling at her expression. "What do you think I was doing while you were bumbling around in here?"

Melanie's face turns pink as she ducks her head, mumbling embarrassingly to herself as The Shopkeeper laughs again in amusement.

"Just wait right here for a moment!" The Shopkeeper tells her with a smirk, before turning and walking down the dark hallway to the back of the store where employees would usually go.

Melanie sighs, standing there for a moment as she waits.

Seconds tick by, and, slowly, her gaze turns back to the curio cabinet with the music box locked inside it.

She isn't pouting.

Okay, so maybe she is just a little bit.

She turns and slowly makes her way back over to the glass cabinet, staring at the music box forlornly, when she has a thought pass over her.

Maybe she can't buy the music box, but she can still take a picture of it to show her mom, at least.

Melanie perks up a little, feeling better about the situation.

She takes her phone out of her pocket, pulling up the camera on her phone and pointing it towards the music box.

But, as she goes to take the picture, the camera won't focus. The glare of the sunlight continues to gleam off the glass cabinet in front of the music box, ruining the picture.

Melanie grumbles under her breath in frustration.

She glances over her shoulder to where the Shopkeeper had gone a moment ago, biting her lower lip in thought.

It'll just take a second.

Carefully, she opens the glass door of the cabinet again. As she pulls her phone out now, the camera focuses easily on the beautifully crafted music box.

Click.

The flash goes off as she takes the picture, and Melanie grins.

There. Perfect.

But then, before she can put her phone down, the picture starts to move.

Except, it's not the picture, Melanie realizes, as she slowly lowers her phone to gaze into the glass cabinet.

It's the music box. Somehow, without her even touching it, the thing has started to wind itself up without Melanie even realizing it.

Another click.

Soft, gentle beats of twinkling music start to emit from the music box. It—It almost sounds like—

Star Wars, she thinks wildly, heart thudding.

And then, the two figurines of Anakin and Obi-Wan begin to move, the engraved circular red lava they are on moving with them as they start to spin in circles; the slow, mechanical movements of their arms going back and forth, back and forth as they bang their lightsabers together in a battle of wills.

There is a dull ringing in her ears, and she feels, somehow, again, that she is on the precipice of something that she cannot escape.

A loud crack echoes through the room.

The figures of Anakin and Obi-Wan start to spin faster and faster.

Another ear splitting crack. Then another and another, when Melanie finally sees that it is the music box itself that is cracking, and not anything else around it.

The red ceramic lava that the spinning figures are fighting on has started to break.

Small, glowing fractures start to appear more and more as the music box seems to start rupturing in on itself.

Her hand lowers. She hears a thud as something falls to the ground.

She continues to stare, with an almost morbid fascination, as the music box starts to shake, an eerie green glow starting to gleam through the chinks in its armor.

All the while, Obi-Wan and Anakin spin faster and faster.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"

Melanie's head snaps over.

And for a moment, The dark-haired Shopkeeper is there, face twisting into a snarl as she leers behind the front desk.

And then, a flicker, and in the Shopkeeper's place is a snarling creature with large claw-like hands and a maw with a row of sharp teeth that stretches from ear to ear.

Melanie opens her mouth to scream, but she never gets the chance.

Reality bends around her.

And then everything explodes.

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Aaaannnd... cue Star Wars Theme! Lol.

Mel: Can I touch the music box?

The Shopkeeper: Of course! :)

Mel: Can I have it?

The Shopkeeper: No! 😡 Not for sale!

Mel: Why the fuck would you show it to me if I can’t have it?!! 😭😑

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #sw fanfiction #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x oc #anakin skywalker/reader #anakin skywalker/oc #anakin x reader #anakin x oc #pro jedi #in defense of the jedi #in defense of the jedi order #jedi #in defense of the jedi council #pro jedi council #pro jedi order #jedi culture respected #isekai #modern girl in star wars

[fanfic-obsessed]

I come bearing a question:

You've mentioned Jedi Wedding Traditions in some of your AUs. Do you have headcanons about what some traditions are, things you think would be cool/funny, or just general thoughts?

Oooooh... as you know I love questions.

I accept your offering of a QUESTION.

Let's see...

I like to ascribe to the idea that Jedi do not have great grasp on gender in general (they have some classes on common expression of Gender across the galaxy so thy can blend in, and classes on heir own cultures and gender expressions as an elective in later years). There is such a variety of beings, with all sorts of gender/sexualities/expressions all growing up together that it leaves the idea of gender a bit melted. This means that, though there is an escort to the altar, all parties are escorted.

It also means there are no gender driven traditions for the Jedi. If their partner wants to include their own traditions then the Jedi is happy to include it, but if asked about those traditions there is always a bit of baffled confusion.

The Force is a huge part of all of traditions. Marriage, to the Jedi, includes a Force Bond that can even be created between Force Sensitives and Force Nulls. This always need to be created by the officiator. When created improperly, it can create instability where all the parties involved become caricatures of themselves, where they are molded by their new partners expectations of who they are. When done right it is a thread between all partners in the marriage, providing a sense of wellbeing, but not much more.

Due to the fear of attachment, there is an involved process to be able to marry in he Jedi traditions. This includes couples counseling (before and for 10 years after the marriage). This process also involves and obstacle course that is in a secret part of the temple. Officially this is so that the ones being married could make sure that they could work together. This is even mostly true, it is also so a lineage can get together and laugh at the being running the obstacles.

The only restriction on or what a being could marry is that they could participate in the Force Bond, and is both capable of and gives their consent. This has led to roughly a dozen Jedi throughout history who married their Kyber Crystal. Eight Jedi, throughout the 25,000 years, married the Force itself(couples counseling in all these cases was...interesting), one of which is quoted as saying "I am in a Polycule with the dead and the Force, and that is still not the weirdest part of my life". One Jedi may or may not have ended married to a Sith Holcron, or a Sith Ghost possessing a Holocron (no one is really sure) in an unfortunate series of events that Jedi scholars have spent the last 1500 years debating if it was misrecorded, created wholsale, or somehow actually happened (some scholars maintain that this marriage is the reason why there is an involved process).

#star wars the clone wars #star wars #Jedi Marriages #jedi culture #jedi order respected

[americankimchi]

not even 1,000 in this tag 😔

#personal #me wading into the 'jedi culture respected' tag like a kid into a pool knowing they're about to have a grand old time #if nobody got me i know this tag got me!!

[acewizardinspace]

Random concept that just came to me but, sith! jedi. Not sith the organization, but the species.

Things were going bad, their people were at war with themselves, so some loving parents hide their child in carbonite so she wouldn't recruited for sith/darksider/war training. Then like a thousand+ years later some jedi archeologists find the carbonite and are like "wow intact artifacts! Wait- oh shit- is she alive???" She is. (The logic on how carbonite let anyone live this long is irreverent, shhhh.)

Now the jedi accept everyone and don't discriminate, so of course they take the youngling in! But there are problems with this too. Like she is the last of her species, what vaccines does she need? What does she eat? They have to dig through old records on sith purebloods to find this information but past jedi apparently didn't see it fit to record stuff like 'is it normal for sith children to lose their teeth or is she dying?'

I imagine she is just old enough to kind of remember her parents, her friends, etc. and has to deal with the fact that they are all gone, and have been for a very long time. She has to deal with the fact that she is the last of her kind. But she has a new family that loves her and helps her mourn and make peace with the past.

The jedi always try to raise their children with pieces of their native culture, but that is kind of hard in her case. A lot of what they know of the original sith culture is uhh not great, and the rest was mostly lost to history. But they try! Historians pour through documents to find stuff they can hare with a small child. "Apparently this style of jacket was popular (we think) so we made one for you!"

#this is a pro jedi anti sith post to be clear. Idk how you could take it any other way but I am sure someone will misunderstand me #The jedi don't hold grudges and would think nothing of taking in this sith child because it is the right thing to do #my headcanons #my fanfic ideas #sith culture is very fucked up of course but there are always good people who fight against that #so i imagine her parents tried to protect her from their war and infighting #which is something the jedi would have respected a lot #my posts

[antianakin]

I do love how funny it is that Star Wars keeps having villains discuss how great the Jedi are and none of it sticks in the heads of anti-Jedi fans.

Tarkin: The Jedi are too soft and never violent or ruthless enough to win battles. Anti-Jedi fans: The Jedi completely lost their way and went against their philosophies by joining and WAR and KILLING people.

Tarkin and the Kaminoans: The Jedi helped the clones learn individuality. Anti-Jedi fans: The Jedi ENSLAVED the Clones and didn't care about them or fight for them ever.

Grand Inquisitor: The Jedi's main weakness is how much they want to help people and can't stop themselves from doing so even if it means they expose themselves to their enemies. Anti-Jedi fans: The Jedi feel no emotions/repress their emotions/don't understand what they feel/think they need to refuse all feelings, and they abused an already traumatized child because they didn't care about him/wouldn't let themselves care about him.

#star wars #jedi #pro jedi #jedi positivity #jedi appreciation #pro jedi order #pro jedi council #jedi council #jedi council appreciation #jedi council respected #jedi order respected #jedi culture respected #jedi culture appreciation #wilhuff tarkin

[kanansdume]

The thing that occurs to me after reading all of these posts discussing fans' lack of familiarity with Eastern values and philosophies as part of the reason why the Jedi are so misunderstood and hated, is that it doesn't seem that unfamiliar at all actually.

Once I understood the general concept behind non-attachment, it started to become apparent just about everywhere. Star Wars obviously takes it to certain extremes to make a very insistent point (don't burn down the entire world and/or murder children in order to save just one person), but the basic idea of letting go is in SO MUCH Western media.

It isn't always about letting go of a person, either. Sometimes it's letting go of a selfish ambition, or a dream the character is clinging to because they've had it since they were a child, or a place. There is SO MUCH "letting go of fear and not letting it control you" or recognizing that being brave or courageous doesn't mean not being scared.

Think about Princess Diaries which literally states out loud that "bravery doesn't mean the absence of fear, but merely that something else is more important."

Think about Tangled where the characters both have to give up their prior "dreams" to save each other selflessly and it's that selflessness that allows them to succeed. The Princess and the Frog has a similar concept.

Think about the recent Dungeons and Dragons movie where the main character's desire to bring back his dead wife inadvertently causes harm to his daughter and he has to let go of his attachment to her by the end of the film in order to repair his relationship with his child and save his friend.

Once you understand the message being sent by the Jedi's values and philosophies, you'll literally see it just about everywhere in Western media. Their values aren't so far from our own, they're honestly quite similar. The messages Star Wars is sending through the Jedi are messages that a LOT of other Western media has been sending for ages, it's just packaging it a little differently with some slightly unfamiliar wording.

#jedi #attachment #non-attachment #star wars #pro jedi #jedi culture respected #jedi culture appreciated #jedi appreciation

[crispyjenkins]

Dha Kar'ta (wipwed 1)

wipwed stuff will be linked from my masterlist, which is my pinned post, where you’ll also find links to the main fic! i love you all!! i hope you’re safe and well!! *very minor blood warning*

  “Please,” Quinlan scoffs, “even if you’d had months to prepare, Obi would have still defeated you. Do you honestly think you’d ever compare?”

  Obi-Wan frowns. “Quin, that’s enough.”

  The Nautolan grins at Obi-Wan with blue blood in his teeth, dripping over his chin down his throat, but he makes no move to wipe it away. “Was it enough, Sith Slayer? Will Maul and I ever be enough?”

  Obi-Wan can’t breathe. “What do you–”

  “Were our deaths enough, Dark Heart? Is your bloodlust satisfied?” Rret So rises to his feet, and then without moving is standing over Obi-Wan, leaning into his space until they’re nose-to-nose, until Obi-Wan can smell the metallic tang of his blood, until he can hear the silence of his pierced and cauterised heart. “Is Anakin Skywalker safe?” he purrs. “Is your Mand’alor protected? Were our deaths enough? Will you stop at two, or will you keep going until you look as bloody as you feel? Is my master deterred? Were our deaths enough, Kyr’bes? Will it ever be enough?”

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#prequel trilogy #qui gon jinn lives #but he's not really any better off for it #mandalorian obi wan #soon!! i promise!! #he's the only one denying it at this point #jangobi #obi wan kenobi #quinlan vos #mando'ade #JEDI CULTURE RESPECTED ALWAYS #obi is a jedi and a mandalorian and i WILL fight you on this #wip wednesday #dhakarta #crispy writes

[voidartisan]

I keep seeing this one post that goes "how did lightsaber battles go from this [insert gif of prequel trilogy duel] to this [insert gif of rey and kylo]" like it's somehow a criticism of the sequel trilogy. But! I am here! to tell you! that the answer! is Order 66!

It goes from being graceful and fluid to clunky and awkward because there is no one left to teach them. The Jedi of the republic are long gone. Neither Yoda nor Obi-Wan had the time to teach proper lightsaber combat forms to Luke. The reason it looks Like That is because Palpatine wiped out AN ENTIRE CULTURE. The reason those fights look like that is because the knowledge has been lost.

#i don't care if you don't like the sequels or not it's continuity and you'd better respect it #the jedi were not just an order or a religion they were a culture #and their customs and knowledge and arts died with them #including the art of lightsaber combat #star wars #sw #jedi #jedi order #prequel trilogy #sequel trilogy

[whippedcloudsofcream]

Honestly, people on both sides misunderstand Thrawn. People either say slay or babygurl and ignore his crimes and make him some oversensitive guy who was forced into working for the Empire. Or some cliche comic book villain with no self control whatsoever. They’re both wrong. Thrawn isn’t bloodthirsty, he isn’t barbaric or sadistic, but he still a villain. Thrawn is, in the end, still a fascist. Still an Imperialist. He is a part of not one, but two governments that value control, order, and abuse over the masses. He is comfortable in fascism and it has benefited him greatly his entire life. He doesn’t want things to change. He sees no reason to change it. Thrawn has made his choices and he is a bad man who supports a bad system. He does anything to achieve his goals, but just prefers to do so with the least bloodshed possible for convenience sake and not any actual care to the lives of the people who serve under him. That’s literally it.

#thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #moff gideon #the same goes for his twink bf too #eli choosing one fascist state over another makes Me Scream like dude look at your life choices #like go ahead and like thrawn but he’s a Villain for a reason #the Sole Purpose of him joining the empire was to assess it to see if it proved as a threat to his own fascist government like omg #and the thing is he’s always been like this #he was never Not a fascist because he was born to serve the chiss #he’s never been part of anything good in his life #edit: ppl saying gideon is weaker than thrawn because #gideon appropriates cultures while thrawn ‘appreciates’ them or ‘immerses’ himself in them #thrawn only appreciates enough about a culture so he can learn how to destroy it better #He Doesn’t Respect It #he knows targetting the culture of a ppl is especially damaging and heinous and he takes advantage of that #thrawn doesn’t appropriate cultures because he finds it Beneath Him #he literally says the jedi culture is bullshit and doesn’t care they got wiped out #and in the end that’s what beats him #so gideon and thrawn are more alike than different