StillWaters

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[pronouncingitwang]

at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

[yokowan]

at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.

[le-jardin-inculte]

at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly

[shithowdy]

at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.

[pan-nerd]

I'm just going to say this now because I haven't on this account yet.

ACAB

Fuck ICE

Fuck Donald Trump

Fuck Maga

Free Palestine

Free Congo

And most of all...

Fuck anyone who agrees with the current regime.

Thank you for your time

[ao3commentoftheday]

memes are fun and relatable and all that, but don't let them discourage you. all of that stuff that doesn't make it into the final product is part of how the final product gets made

[gothamyth]

“jason hates winter because it was tough on the streets in winter” actually jason loves winter because his nature is such that he can romanticise even things hostile to him as long as he finds them alluring. at least three separate times in canon when he talks about how beautiful snow is.

[gothamyth]

he’s so in love with everything but he feels like he can no longer touch it. he’s sick with want.

[gothamyth]

post-res jay is a starving man eating with his eyes but never touching nor tasting the food because he believes he’s dead. dead people do not eat. but he’s so alive, alive with want and love.

[gothamyth]

don’t you wonder, sometimes? by tracy k. smith btw

[gothamyth]

courtesy of @ekleiipsis :) detective comics #533

[cryptotheism]

If you've got magical associations with both wheat and milk, it implies occult properties of bechamel sauce.

[breelandwalker]

Sauces, soups, stews, stocks, broths, marinades, and glazes are all potential potions. The same goes for beverages.

I will not be taking questions at this time.

[breelandwalker]

For my fellow fibre arts witches, if you're starting to get the Annual Cold Weather Fidget, that driving urge to reach for hooks and needles and that big bin of spools and fabric lurking in your closet....

If you feel like Doing A Witchcraft, you can work some witchy into whatever you're making. Weaving, crocheting, knitting, nalbinding, stitching, embroidery, and knotwork can all carry magic and serve as a vehicle for creating spells, sigils, talismans, or enchanted wearables.

Am I saying you can put a spell into that pair of socks you're knitting? That scarf you've been working on? That pile of granny squares waiting to become a blanket? That cross-stitch piece you've been meaning to finish?

ABSOLUTELY.

There are even books on knot magic, witchy crochet and knitting patterns, and beautifully spooky cross-stitch and embroidery pieces. (And lots more downloadable patterns exist on etsy and fibre arts forums!) Perfect for chilling with your favorite hot beverage and current binge-watch while you keep your hands from getting bored.

Go forth and have fun with it!

[breelandwalker]

Bringing this back bc I took my own advice and I've got a stack of willow-pattern granny squares and some brand new neatly-darned elbow patches to show for it.

Btw if you want to add something special to your stitch witch tool kit, I suggest ethically-sourced bone or horn needles. They're usually handmade and you can find them in specialty craft stores or on etsy, typically carried by indigenous crafters or people who specialize in nalbinding. They're a big large for delicate work or embroidery, but apart from my blessed set of darners, I've found few things better for stitching up poppets or charm bags.

And of course, you can always bless your own storebought metal, wood, or plastic tools or your bins of yarn and cloth. No rules saying you can't. 😊🧶

[breelandwalker]

I have discovered books of vintage crochet patterns using cotton warp thread and now I am quietly bemoaning the fact that lace tablecloths and doilies are out of fashion and practicality.

But I bet I could make a really fabulous altar cloth.....

[questforgalas]

Qui-Gon’s death in context to Obi-Wan’s POV has always been painful, but after reading the High Republic series and seeing a firsthand POV of the connection a padawan has to their master and then the turmoil a padawan goes through when they lose their master too soon takes the scene in The Phantom Menace from sad and emotional to unbearably heartbreaking.

They don’t just mourn it, they feel it in every fiber of their connection to the force. Their entire existence is tainted with the loss of their closest relationship, so much so that it’s not uncommon for a padawan to retract from the force in fear of that feeling. They hide from their very self. The dark side is waiting right there in the abyss for them every day while they sort and fight through their feelings. And that’s when the Jedi were more lenient about feelings and attachment. Obi-Wan lived during a time when the rules around feelings and attachment were muddy and confusing.

Add then the fact that Obi-Wan’s only chance to mourn properly is while cradling Qui-Gon’s dead body because after he leaves the Reactor Core on Naboo he has to go straight into carrying out his dead master’s last wishes by taking Anakin on as an apprentice. Oh and by the way, tell the council the Sith are back and he just killed one by himself after watching it kill his master without being able to help.

This man, from the very beginning of his adult Jedi life, had every reason to turn to the dark side. To be consumed by grief and anger and hatred and confusion and let it take over to the point he either left the Jedi or turned. But instead he faces tragedy after tragedy in his life and always comes out viewing the galaxy with hope and joy (albeit some times less so than others). He is so overwhelmingly good and the embodiment of light regardless of what the galaxy throws at him

[ineedausernamel829-deactivated2]

yesterdays and tomorrows

“You told me I was like him.”

Blue and flickering, Obi-Wan paused. Apparently, death didn’t immunize you to being tongue-tied. Leia acerbically thought that she could only hope to die in better clothing than Obi-Wan had, if she would be stuck wearing it for an eternity. Ratty desert robes didn’t suit her. 

Obi-Wan had yet to respond, now scrutinizing Leia as she gazed at him. A whistlewill twittered in the distance – the black, dewy night of the planet had fallen, and creatures were rustling about now, scurrying in the dark around them as the air cooled from the heat of day.

“Yes.”

With that, Obi-Wan deposited himself on a log on the edge of the clearing they were in. Leia supposed death also didn’t heal age-weakened knees, if Force ghosts felt the need to sit down for conversations that promised – more than promised, demanded – to be long and emotionally-wrenching. At least his robes were free from further abuse. Obi-Wan could perch to his transparent heart’s content on the moist, muddy wood without so much a breezing worry about silly problems like stains and oozebugs.

The wind rustled in the trees, fluttering Leia’s cloak around her. Leia thought she could almost make out words from its whispering, rushing through the leaves and occasionally swelling to blustering gusts.

“Passionate, fearless, and forthright. Gifts from my father.”

Her voice shot out, tightly wound as she watched Obi-Wan, still silent. “You knew, the entire time. I told you I pictured my birth father, and you let me. You almost encouraged it.”

She laughed, and the sound echoed through the clearing, ricocheting off the side of trees in bitter resonation. Bitter resonation that nearly ended with a quiet sob, but Leia had yet to shed a single tear over the man she had once daydreamed about as a child, and she would not start now.

“I didn’t expect you.”  

Leia glanced up sharply. Obi-Wan’s voice had been so soft she had barely heard it, nearly blending into the wind.

He soundlessly met her gaze.

“I had spent a decade on Tatooine. Watching Luke. Absorbed in my failings.”

Drowning went unsaid.

“Then,” he smiled wryly, “Then, I met a ten-year-old girl who had the face of my dead friend and the indomitable will of my lost brother.”

Leia’s jaw clenched, but she waited for him to finish.

“One with integrity of her father, Bail Organa, and the kindness of her mother, Breha.” He looked at her steadily.

“Above all, Leia—” He stood up and made his way to her, resting his hand on hers, much like she had so many years ago on that transport. “I met someone who was absolutely herself. All her own.”

A silence fell at that. Bugs began chirping as the night grew deeper, a humming cacophony blanketing the forest.

“You are not your father, Leia.”

Leia remained silent. She brushed her hand over her leggings, damp from the hike into the forest.

When she spoke, it was quietly. “I’m so angry.”

Obi-Wan watched her.

“At Vader. At everything. Sometimes that was all that kept me moving forward, after Alderaan. How angry I was.”

Like Vader. 

She felt him squeeze her palm. 

“And yet you rose above it,” Obi-Wan said gently. “And I know you will continue to.” Deep grief weighed down the Force, a heavy stone in its light cloak. “Anakin’s path was a choice. Not a destiny. And so is yours - and your brother’s.” 

A few more minutes passed. The humming surged, wind blowing through and disturbing the buzzing insects to a pitch. Off in the distance, something began howling. Then, the wind settled back down, the humming falling back into its steady rhythm, and the forest grew still once more.

Obi-Wan was still holding her hand. 

“You are the best of us, Princess. Don’t let yourself think otherwise.” 

Softly, “Thank you, Obi-Wan.

“Always, Leia.”

[dragondrawer28]

Inspired by this post https://phoenixyfriend.tumblr.com/post/660819243648040960/qui-gon-calm-and-clean-and-not-a-hair-out-of from @phoenixyfriend 

Started working on it ages ago, lost focus, and only picked it up to finish it now.

[psychicotaku182]

Look, I get it's called Star Wars, but can someone in this galaxy have a happy life? Can just one of my favorites just have a good time? I promise, I am sad enough for them, let them live!!

[psychicotaku182]

Part of growing older is, unfortunately, outgrowing people you thought would always be there. And there's a phase in that where you still want to talk to that person about every breakthrough and realization you're having....and can't, because it's about them, and would either go over their head in the most frustrating way....or start a fight that you just don't have the energy for.

[phoenixkaptain]

Really think we should start looking at a “Bail Antilles won the election over Palpatine” AU.

Like, I know Palpatine probably would’ve tried to kill him or make him appear weaker or would’ve just bided his time, but the whole series would be so funny because Bail Antilles is like, nigh unkillable. Dude only died because the planet he was on exploded, they had to blow up Alderaan to kill Bail, this man is immensely powerful.

But also, just imagine??? Palpatine would be like “Chancellor, we’re friends :) you can ask me for advice :)” and Bail would be like “oh yeah sure definitely if I ever need advice I will go to you first” but then just.. never do that.

Because! Bail’s wife is a queen! He would go to Breha first and everyone else second! Everyone would be like “it’s so hard to manipulate our new Chancellor :/“ because Bail just does not ask anyone for advice. Bail offers advice, he does not get offered advice.

Palpatine would’ve tried to kill Bail, but Bail is friends with literally so many Jedi. Bail would just be like “Hey, Obi-Wan, remember that time when you were eighteen when you-“ and Obi-Wan: “I will do whatever you ask without question if you shut the fuck up.” Bail would have Jedi with him all the time, just for funsies and because he’s pals with them. Bail would be like “oh, someone has tried to kill me again… this is an opportunity to spend more time with my dear friend Obi-Wan :)”

Palpatine would try to make Bail appear weaker and Bail would just not fall to the bait. He’d just be like “oh something is going on? Hold on a moment, I’m busy making sure the Trade Federation doesn’t do anything stupid, then I’ll be showing the Senate my fifteen-hundred page slideshow that explains why I’m being nice to the Trade Federation and how helping them will ultimately help the Republic, then I have lunch with Obi-Wan and after that I have tea with Obi-Wan and then I’ll have dinner with Padme, Breha, and Obi-Wan, so I’ll get to it after that- wait, no, Breha threatened to take over the Republic if I was home late again, so I guess I’ll have to get to that thing tomorrow ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ “

I just… feel like we should discuss the world in which Valorum was cut from Supreme Chancellor only for Bail Antilles to replace him.

[stolen-pen-name23]

hurt/comfort dialogue prompts, #26: "You're allowed to need help." Something with Obi-Wan and the 212th?

Hello Byrd!! Thank you so much for the prompt (from this list) and happy early birthday to you!!!

I hope you enjoy!

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It’s hardly a secret that the General takes on more than any man can physically handle. But Obi-Wan is no man, now is he?

At least, this is what he seems to think of himself.

Cody knows better. He knows his Jedi is flesh and bone like the rest of them. He is strong, yes, but not invincible, though telling him this is only ever met with a scoff at best or outward denial at worst. It doesn’t even come from a place of arrogance. He does maintain an added layer of strength thanks to his gifts with the Force, as long as he doesn’t push himself too far.

This time, things might have gone a little too far. 

Cody sits with his head in his hands, waiting at his General’s bedside. The med bay is miraculously quiet — though the cause of this particular miracle lies unconscious with an IV attached to his arm. 

He doesn’t know how long Obi-Wan has been here — just that he’s been unconscious for hours now. Cody spent the majority of those hours relaying the events of the battle to the Jedi Council and explaining their co- councilor's absence. How he sunk so deep into the Force, it nearly swallowed him whole. How he kept an entire droid battalion at bay to protect his own. How he saved everyone, just maybe not himself. 

How the last thing Cody saw was a quiet look of regret laced with the contented smile of a man who knows his life is coming to an end but does not fear it. 

Cody kept that one to himself. 

The look on Obi-Wan’s face flashes in his mind over and over again. Everytime he blinks, he sees the regret. The acceptance. It somehow unsettles him more than the few occasions he’s seen genuine fear cross Obi-Wan’s expression. 

But neither expression unsettles him quite as much as the stillness. Obi-Wan lays as still as death but not quite so permanent. Cody knows better than most that death shows no mercy once she claims her souls. 

Luckily, she seems to have sidestepped Obi-Wan.

This time.

It terrifies Cody to think that she’ll be back, and maybe she won’t be so willing to turn a blind eye.

He knows exactly what Obi-Wan would say to these thoughts. “Death awaits us all, but through the Force, there is no death. Not really. We let go. We move on. We accept what is and avoid what isn’t.”

He always makes it sound so simple when it is anything but. 

Trapped in his thoughts and worries, Cody is grateful when Obi-Wan’s fingers twitch just slightly. Cody waits with bated-breath for Obi-Wan to rise fully to consciousness. 

It’s slower than waking from a night of rest. Cody knows Obi-Wan is waking from an experience he likely should not be waking from at all, so he remembers his patience as Obi-Wan comes to. 

Shining blue eyes reveal themselves, at first in a squint and then in lazy blinks. 

“Cody?” Obi-Wan croaks, his voice cracked from disuse. 

“Yes, General, it’s me.” Cody still feels a flutter of joy when Obi-Wan recognizes him and each of his brothers instantly without fail. No other nat-borns, save the Jedi, have ever been able to lay claim to such a feat, and the miracle of being known still resonates with him. 

“How did it end?” Obi-Wan murmurs.

“I’m sorry, Sir?” Cody asks in confusion. 

“The battle. Did we win?” 

“Yes,” Cody says in disbelief. “We won. You saved us.” 

“Good,” Obi-Wan says. “Casualties?”

“None. But…”

“But?” Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow. 

“You were almost one. A casualty, I mean.” 

“Ah.”

“Is that all you have to say?” Cody doesn’t bother hiding his incredulity. 

“Would you like me to say more?” Obi-Wan is keeping infuriatingly cool. Even and diplomatic as ever with the undercurrent of a bite. 

“Why did you do that?” Cody asks. The look of regret flashes behind Cody’s eyes again and he winces. 

“What are you referring to?”

“You know what you did. And you knew what you were doing when you did it. I saw the look on your face, you cannot look me in the eyes now and tell me you didn’t know what you were doing on that battlefield. Like you didn’t know the risks.” Cody’s latent anger rises ever closer to the surface. 

“The men were losing. They needed help.”

“And what about you? You needed help too.”

“I am a General and a Jedi moreover,” Obi-Wan says, strength returning to his voice — the voice that calms the innocent and frightens the evil in equal measure. He shoves his titles at Cody like an excuse. Like it separates him from his own humanity. 

“You’re allowed to need help, Obi-Wan,” Cody implores. 

“But I am not allowed to let my men die,” Obi-Wan snaps back. “The 212th. Your brothers. You. I must protect as many lives as I am able. This is the way of the Jedi.” 

“If the way of the Jedi is to die senseless deaths, then I want nothing to do with them.” Cody stares down the ice of Obi-Wan’s eyes before softening his stance. “But I know that this is not the Jedi way.” 

Obi-Wan’s eyes flare and Cody thinks maybe he pushed him too far, until the rigid lines of Obi-Wan’s body go soft once more as he loses the strength to keep up with the pace of the argument he set. 

“I have work to do,” Obi-Wan says.

Cody scoffs. “No, you don’t. You need to sleep.”

“I can’t just sleep, Cody!” Obi-Wan snaps. His face immediately collapses in regret. “Cody, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. That’s not… I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, General,” Cody says. He pauses and lets the tension hang in the air for a moment before asking, “Why can’t you sleep?” 

Obi-Wan rubs at his eyes and Cody politely averts his gaze. 

“There’s just too much” Obi-Wan says. “Too much and it all falls on my shoulders. The men, the bureaucracy, the death, all of it. And… and I shouldn’t be bothering you with it all. It’s my job, not yours, now, please Cody, let me out of here.”

“First of all, it’s not my decision to let you out of here, but if it was, I wouldn’t let you. Secondly, as I said before, you are allowed to need help. Especially now, when all you should be worrying about is rest.” 

“I can handle this, Cody.”

“I have no doubt in your abilities, General, but your responsibilities can be shared. You can share them with me.” 

Obi-Wan looks into his eyes. Cody always has to remind himself not to shrink back from the piercing gaze that seems to see right through him. He stands his ground and returns it, trying to convey honesty in his expression and hoping that Obi-Wan’s strength has returned enough for him to sense it in the Force. 

Cody wants to squirm under the silence, but he knows his general and he knows this is exactly the reaction he’s looking for. He wants Cody to speak first. 

But Cody can play this game too. He’s a soldier after all — a staring contest doesn’t frighten him. 

Even so, he knows how stubborn Obi-Wan is. “I just want you to be more careful with your life, Sir. I’m just… I’m worried about you.”

Obi-Wan’s features soften. “That’s not what I want. I don’t want you worrying about me. You have other things to worry about.”

“Then make yourself a priority.”

“So you don’t have to?” Obi-Wan smirks.

“You’ll always be my priority,” Cody replies, calm and cool and not at all how Obi-Wan was expecting him to respond it anything can be gathered by his surprised expression. 

Obi-Wan clears his throat. “Cody I… I hate this war. You know I do. I wish it never started. I wish I had nothing to do with it.” He pauses and picks at invisible lint on his robes before looking back up at Cody. “But I don’t regret it bringing you into my life. I need you in my life. I’m a Jedi, I’m not supposed to need anything but… I can’t say that I’d be alive right now if this war hadn’t brought us together.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Cody says, unsure what to do with this uncharacteristic display of emotion. “I need you too.” 

Cody continues to sit by Obi-Wan’s side and fill him in on all that has transpired, but in the back of his mind, he thanks whatever higher power is out there for bringing them together. 

They came into this war together, and one way or another, they will end it together. 

Of this, Cody is sure. 

[ahsoka-in-a-hood]

Not to be reductive but the plot of aotc is that Obi Wan leaves Anakin unsupervised for the first time and he immediately goes awol, murders a bunch of people, and gets secretly married and the plot of rots is that Obi Wan leaves Anakin alone for five minutes and he immediately gets confused, pledges himself to a sithlord, and murders a bunch of people

[deer-shin]

Old and new drawings

[papanowo]

you know what? fuck you. shaves obi wan

[sabellart]

the first time anakin saw obi wan flirt to his advantage he was, quite surprised, to say the least