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[mihai-florescu]

"college is the best years of your life" "college is for meeting new people and expanding your mind" wrong. college is for discovering new types of grief. also the timeloop

[reevesartisse]

SITH! OBI-WAN & ANAKIN SKYWALKER | WHAT IF? STAR WARS BY ME. I always liked the idea of Obi-Wan corrupted by the dark side, so i made this. Star Wars really needs a what if show.

[ginger-opinions]

Obi-wan’s sixth sense is knowing when Anakin does something questionable

[ahhrenata]

the screencaps that inspired these doodles

[britnxyspears]

[jasontoddiefor]

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.

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[new-anon]

wtf did they get arrested for 😬??

[djemsoresu]

hi bestie i love uuuu (icb im on tumblr nowadays can u tell im in a mid life crisis)

not only are u on tumblr you have also just. REBRANDED INTO AN F1 ACC!!! In the trenches 😭

[sunstellation]

Haikaveh lives in my mind rent free

[djemsoresu]

hi!

hey anon!

[djemsoresu]

Scene from an obikin F1 AU I’m kind of writing? Obi-Wan tries to leave their team (albeit not willingly) and Anakin is evidently not having it:

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Anakin storms into his motorhome much like a tornado, the same way he stormed into his life a decade ago.

“I’m- I’m coming with you.” The blonde says, pacing around the space in front of his sofa. His hair, now almost to his shoulders, flaying around in a craze. Force, he loves this man.

“How could they do this! We’re supposed to be together we’re a team. The Team.” Obi-Wan now sees his Anakin for what he is, his youthful face highlighted by his red rimmed eyes.

“Anakin.” He speaks, calls softly, attempting to stop Anakin in his crazed muttering. “Anakin, dear one.”

The other man’s head lift from the floor, their eyes meeting each other. A single contact, a single glance, and Anakin’s fragility seams to shatter in a single instance.

“They can’t. You can’t. I’m leaving if you are.” and oh does Anakin’s tears leave a tear in his heart, the droplets flowing down unmarred skin.

“No.” he says, firmly.

Anakin stops. “No?”

“You can not come with me, Anakin.”

Obi-Wan sees right then, how Anakin’s shoulder tenses, his body bracing to pounce.

But then small, as if a wounded animal, “Do you… not want me with you? Is that it?”

and oh, Obi-Wan stands in an instant. He approaches Anakin, taking his face in his hands. He feels Anakin’s soft curls brushing along his skin and wipes away the flowing tears in his eyes.

“Never, dear one.” He says, taking the taller man’s head into the crook of his neck, softly brushing his hair. “Trust that I will always want to be with you.”

“Then why?” he murmurs into his shoulder, voice muffled by Obi-Wan’s now stained jumper.

“You’re… Anakin, look at you.” he lets go of the grip he has on Anakin, letting him let up his head so they could once again have their eyes trained on each other. “You are young still, my dear. You have… so much of your career ahead of you. I can not, in good conscience, allow you to make such a move.”

“Well fuck that. I don’t need your permission, I don’t need another championship, a fancy factory with a wind tunnel!”

Obi-Wan, after knowing Anakin for their entire lives, knows full well what a frantic Anakin Skywalker looks like. After spending a decade by Anakin’s side in their garage, after endless nights in bed on every continent of the planet. He knows what Anakin is, and what Anakin Skywalker needs most. Knows too, how though he doesn’t need, he wants.

“I just need you, I just want you, I just want to be with you.” and oh the tears stream even harder now, his long lashes dropping them down to his team shirt.

“I know.” he sighs, feeling his heart clench the hardest it ever had since a crash at Eau Rouge. “I know, Anakin.”

“But I will not let you do this to yourself, I will never forgive any possibility of ruin towards you due to my own doing.” if Obi-Wan were a weaker man, he would already be kneeling on his knees.

“I can’t, Anakin. Please don’t make me watch that, please don’t allow me to be complicit in it.” And oh he so reveres in the altar of Anakin Skywalker. Anakin, with his glistening blue eyes and soft golden hair. Anakin, with his glowing skin and tight muscles. Anakin, with his endless laugh and utter devotion.

His Anakin. The love of his life.

Obi-Wan would not stand for any threat towards Anakin’s dreams, of his wants to beat every record in the history of Formula 1.

No, instead he will kneel for the opposite.

And so he does, placing himself in front of his love, head directly above his knees.

He closes his eyes, “Please.”

[itsalmostavengers]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

What am I doinggggggg lol anyway. New fic.

[captora]

He is Kenobi

[radiashen]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

just around the corner

atla, gen, 5.4k, post-canon aang & zuko

“I think,” the Fire Lord starts saying, “that the palace is haunted.”

“Huh,” the Avatar, who is lounging on the couch in the Fire Lord’s study, is the one who responds. He pauses twirling marbles with his airbending to look at the man behind the desk. “Okay?” he says, with the question mark audible.

Several palace staff witness the Fire Lord and the Avatar do a little ghost investigation.