#notthatbad

[shellymusyj]

Nice fresh walk to work this morning. Not as bad as you’d think, I’m perfectly toasty in my 10 year old carhartt jacket 🙂 #winterwonderland #frosty #subarctic #yukonterritory #dawsoncity #notthatbad #whatsallthefussabout #chilly (at Dawson, Yukon Territory) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmZa_EKPVIO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[eric-sadahire]

Just failed a CAPTCHA 3 times in a row. I can't believe this is how I 'm finding out I'm a robot.

[january-summers]

NotThatBad Continuation of the #notthatbad prompt fill by @swpromptsandasks Summary: Obi-Wan can take care of himself just fine, he's been doing it for years, during the Clone Wars, a rumour starts up that he doesn't eat or sleep. Obi-Wan and those close to him, begin to realise the rumour has a down side.

-

“Obi-Wan!” Quinlan Vos's voice carried down the Temple hallway, and Obi-Wan had to resist rolling his eyes, he could practically hear the grin in Quinlan's voice.

“Hello Vos,” Obi-Wan said drily as he slowed and turned to the other Jedi. He was right, Quinlan was grinning. The man caught up with Obi-Wan, one hand tucked suspiciously behind his back.

Quinlan's grin eased into a smirk, “is that any way to great someone who brought you a present?”

“Is it legal?” Obi-Wan shot back, having known Quinlan long enough to know better.

“That hurts Obi, cuts me real deep,” the hurt in his voice was fake, betrayed by the grin Quinlan couldn't quite hide. “Not sure you deserve your gift now.”

Obi-Wan's eyes narrowed, his suspicion growing, but the mischief in Quinlan's eyes was friendly, a hint of a familiar doting he hadn't seen in so long he'd almost forgotten what it looked like. So Obi-Wan gave a faint pout, and shifted so he could give Quinlan a coy look through his lashes.

“But I'm small and tired and deserve nice things,” Obi-Wan said, a line that was once a frequent occurrence in his vocabulary. One he hadn't said in years, not since Naboo, not since Anakin, not since he and Quinlan had agreed...

Quinlan snorted, his eyes darting over Obi-Wan's form at the memories, but his eyes fixed on Obi's face when he brought out the box he'd been hiding.

Curiosity, recognition, delight.

Who ever said Obi had a perfect sabacc face didn't know him very well.

“Sugared plums?” Obi-Wan took the box carefully, opening the lid to enjoy the sweet aroma of the preserved fruit. “Thank you Quinlan.”

“Nah, was in the neighbourhood, saw them and thought of you,” Quinlan snorted, “of course, with that rumour floating around, a lot of people are thinking of you, and not in the best way.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I was afraid of that.” Obi-Wan closed the box, his brow furrowing, and he missed Quinlan's heavy frown as Obi-Wan put off eating one of his favourite treats.

“I mean, not that I mind an excuse to dote on you again,” Quinlan said with a shrug, “but I don't like what this rumour is doing for your image.”

Obi-Wan seemed to do a second take, tilting his head as he stared at Quinlan with a contemplative look.

“What?” Quinlan asked, and the air around them took on a weight of seriousness.

“Am I to take it then,” Obi-Wan asked slowly, “that you are not the one to start the rumour?”

Quinlan shook his head, “no, I'm not.”

The air pressed heavier for a moment, like the force was trying to call out in a muffled voice.

“But I'll look into it for you,” Quinlan promised, and the air eased.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said. He opened his mouth to say something else, the first syllable on his lips, when his comm. went of. “Yes?”

“General,” the voice of a clone responded, “the hover car is ready in hangar 3.”

“Thank you Cody, I'll be down shortly, I was... mildly delayed.”

“Yes sir,” the comm. chirped as Commander Cody, turned off his side of the link.

Quinlan felt a twinge of jealousy, and released it quickly into the force. But not fast enough apparently, Obi-Wan caught the frown on his face.

“I thought you liked Cody?”

Quinlan shrugged, “he's alright, for a clone. Very... competent.”

Obi-Wan frowned, then sighed, “I have a meeting at the rotunda, excuse me.”

“Yeah,” Quinlan watched Obi-Wan walk away, the box of sugar plums still closed in his hands. He let the force sink into him, ease the burn of jealousy that threatened to bloom. It wasn't entirely unfounded, Jango Fett had been a very attractive man, and Cody was a very competent commander.

And Obi-Wan liked competent men who could lift him with one arm.

But they'd agreed years ago...

Quinlan growled to himself and shook his head. He had the source of a rumour to track down.

-

Cody didn't particularly like the rotunda, the people changed their appearance so often, and they almost never looked at his brothers like they were people. There were a few who did, who spoke with his vode and tried to remember their names, to varying degrees of success.

Still, there was always a looming feeling that they weren't really welcome there, a sense of discomfort that Cody couldn't quite put his finger on.

The more he got to know his jetii, the more he could see the man felt uncomfortable here too. As they had walked together towards senator Organa's chambers, Kenobi had let out a small hum, the one Cody had come to learn meant 'I've noticed something and I don't like it, but it's not a problem just yet.'

Then Cody had caught the snatches of conversation, the senators and their aides in the halls, whispering and looking at his jetii.

'Don't you think he looks tired?'

It wasn't concern for Kenobi in their voices, it was judgement.

As the pair had approached the door to senator Organa's office, Cody had excused himself, confident in his jetii's ability to defend himself, and confident in the crimson marked vode who patrolled the halls.

“Is everything alright?” Kenobi had asked.

“Yes sir, I just need to check in with some brothers, nothing for you to worry over sir.”

Kenobi gave him a dubious look, but said "alright, I'll comm. you if you aren't back when I'm ready to leave."

“Understood, have fun with your meeting,” beneath his helmet Cody felt heat in his cheeks, but Kenobi had given him a wry grin, pleased by his boldness rather than annoyed. As they'd parted Cody had let himself smile in the safety of his buy-ce.

Kenobi had always welcomed their boldness, their reach for individuality. He hadn't even minded their presumption to feed him, had merely accepted their care, unneeded though it was. Sometimes Cody though his jetii might even understand what his acceptance of their care meant to them.

For them to not only have a jetii, but to have one who understood them...

Cody wasn't going to let a rumour turned foul damage his jetii's reputation, and while Cody didn't have the time to track the source down himself, he knew a vod who could do the job for him.

The door to the security room opened just before he reached it and he marched through, removing his helmet as his vode greeted him. He let a grin flicker across his face as Jun gave Beck a glare.

Beck gestured to the monitors which showed the hallway just outside the room, but Jun scowled.

“Just because you know who's at the door doesn't mean you open it,” Jun huffed before turning to Cody, “sir, what can we do for you?”

“I was looking for Tutti,” Cody said, and the vod in question looked over from his console, a cluster of small star tattoos marking a line under his left eye.

“Sir?”

“Tutti,” Cody's gaze fixed on him, “top scores in splicing and our psychological war fare unit,” Tutti nodded, not sure where the commander was going with this. “I need you to look into something for me.”

-

Palpatine sat back in his chair and watched as the senators before him squabbled. The topic of conversation was the same one that was making its way not only through the rotunda, but the general public: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“We can't trust a man like that with our troops!”

“Yes we can!”

“If he can't even take care of himself-”

“It was a mistake to give so much military power to the Jedi, they can't handle it!”

Palpatine hid a grin behind his steepled fingers, enjoying the negative emotions that littered the air, and taking pleasure from the lost faith that was growing steadily throughout the republic.

He'd never liked Kenobi, or the man's ability to banish the darkness Sheev was trying to cultivate in young Skywalker.

This really had been his most brilliant plan yet, and yet it had been so simple. A word here, a word there, a few leaked pictures of Kenobi at his worst and now the republic he'd fought so hard to hold together would tear him apart.

If he'd been alone, Palpatine would have cackled.

“-Kenobi must be removed from power before he makes a mistake!”

Perhaps it was time for another 'secretarial mistake', another influx of incorrectly assigned paperwork finding its way to Kenobi would be the icing on today's cake.

-

Obi-Wan adjusted his robe as he let Bail's door close behind him, he used the motion to disguise another as he rolled his shoulders to release tension from the muscles. With the war, diplomacy often found itself being thrown out the window in favour of more aggressive tactics, so it was nice to use his training to help Bail with a small negotiation in which the biggest risk was stiff muscles from sitting too long.

“Sir,” Obi-Wan turned to the familiar voice to find Cody marching down the hallway.

“Excellent timing commander, I was just about to comm.” Cody dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Have you finish your business with your brother?”

“Yes sir, all taken care of,” there was a mild tension in Cody's shoulders that told Obi-Wan a different story.

“Good, shall we then?” Obi-Wan gestured down the hall and Cody nodded, falling into step with Obi-Wan as they returned to the car. Their driver for the day – a clone whose name was Blink if Obi-Wan was remembering correctly – was drumming a beat on the dashboard when the arrived.

“Not to bored I hope?” Obi-Wan said, startling the young clone.

“Sirs!” He scrambled out of the vehicle and opened the rear door.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said as he slid into the back seat, moving far enough over for Cody to join him. Cody followed, but only after looking at their driver for a long few seconds. Obi-Wan got the feeling Blink was being scolded, and from the blush on his uncovered face, Blink seemed to feel that way too.

“It's not a short trip back if you want to catch a nap, sir,” Cody said, his voice filtered through his helmet.

“Hm, not a bad idea,” Obi-Wan replied with a small smile, lifting his hood up and over his head, he settled into a more comfortable position. Cody was close to him, his armour hard against Obi-Wan's side, but the man himself was warm, his presence within the force was soothing to Obi-Wan's senses.

'Cody would speak up if he minded,' Obi-Wan thought as he let his head rest on the commander's shoulder.

-

Cody stayed as still as possible, signing for Blink to drive a little slower than necessary on his way back to the Temple.

Blink nodded, and not only drove a little slower, but a little more cautiously, making sure to rock the vehicle as little as possible.

Cody spent the trip resisting the urge to remove his bucket and lay his head against his jetii's. Kenobi was his commanding officer, and his jetii on top of that, he wouldn't appreciate it. Cody would just have to be content with this.

His gaze caught on their reflection in the vehicle's rear view mirror.

'I wish they could see him like this, like we do, they wouldn't doubt him then.' An idea occurred to Cody then, and he used his helmet to capture the image in the mirror.

'Perhaps they can see him as we do.' Moving carefully so that he didn't wake his jetii, Cody tapped out a message for the other commanders. He would speak to the 212th himself, if he could get them on board, that would be half the work done.

[jamibur]

I’d just like to say I’m sorry about the lack of posts on my page lately. Everything I try posting is immediately flagged and removed by tumblr so I guess I’ll have to reblog most of my content. Just bare with me lol

[motoskifo]

current mood 🐟 #justsaying #notthatbad #rwally #heat #makes #ppl #gocrazy #fisherman #characterdesign #innerpeace #imalright

[thatsdarwinism]

[look-bad-girls-have-more-fun]

[struck-by-books]

I'm looking a little bit slytherin today. And I absolutely love it.