#poor anakin

[keiosity]

Anakin: *complains how half of his class disappeared by midterms*

Obi-wan:

In another life, he would so be a history/ethics professor.

[morgana-the-perpetual]

Anakin Skywalker: sorry for being weird and evasive. i was raised to believe that having wants and needs was a moral falling. :(

[zei-zei]

Can we have sassy Obi-Wan for skin care?

For skin care?

Pffthahaha ! There you go, with his inner dialogue as a bonus.

By every star in the sky, Anakin—there you stand, cracking jokes with Ahsoka while blood seeps through your robes, as if defying orders and courting blaster-fire were cause for celebration. I told you—hold the perimeter, wait for my signal—but the instant my back turned you vaulted straight into the crossfire, determined to save everyone but yourself; now each laugh you force out is laced with a wince you can’t quite hide, and it twists my stomach into knots.

So when the crowd disperses, I’ll take you by the elbow, steer you to the medics, and make it plain: bravery isn’t measured by how long you pretend pain doesn’t exist. You will let them treat you, you will rest, and you will remember that every heartbeat of yours is worth more than any victory snatched by reckless improvisation. I’ve buried enough in this war; I refuse to add your name to the ledger because you couldn’t wait ten bloody seconds for backup.

[sinfulskywalker]

Anakin: I don't need Obi-Wan anymore. I'll be a Jedi Master soon enough.

Obi-Wan: Anakin, is that a scrape on your elbow? Do you need a kiss to make it better?

Anakin:. . . . . yes please

[disastertriowriting]

Anakin: Why are you like this?? Obi-Wan: I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

[lucyskywalker]

I am rewatching Clone Wars s1-s7, currently I just ended the Hardeen arc (damm. I forgot how much I loved that arc).

And honestly, I really am starting to believe Anakin should have hated lightning instead of sand. Because damm. I lost the count in how many times this man got electrocuted.

Forget Sidious, forget Dooku.

Anakin's real enemy was lightning all along

[ani-amidala-skywalker]

[sendpseuds]

WIP Wednesday - Go Fuck Yourself Obi-Wan

Part of me still can't believe I'm writing this fic [that you should really read], but mostly I just love it to pieces.

In this chapter, we get Anakin's POV of the first two chapters and a bit beyond. This will be a long chapter and was not part of my original plan [thank you for your patience] but I'm thrilled I decided to add it because baby boy is CONFUSED and I am extremely amused.

Almost as soon as they’ve entered the chamber, a sharp sense of curiosity and anticipation swirls through the air, and without warning, Obi-Wan comes to a complete stop, Anakin nearly colliding with his former master, dizzy from the overwhelming scrutiny that hangs heavy in the air.

Every eye in the room turns on them.

More specifically, all eyes are on Obi-Wan.

But Obi-Wan…

Obi-Wan’s eyes are on the unexplained Padawan standing in the middle of the opulent chamber. 

When the young man turns to look over his shoulder, Anakin is fairly certain he’s lost his mind. 

Standing in the center of the council chambers is Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Not the man he’d just been sparring with.

Not the man he’s run into battle with countless times.

Not the man he is proud to call his best friend.

But the spitting image of a man he’d met more than a decade ago.

A man who had taken him in and changed his life.

A man he’d fallen for almost immediately.

A man he'd recognize anywhere.

Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi.

“What the fuck?”

The young man’s eyes shift from Obi-Wan — the older Obi-Wan, Master Obi-Wan — to Anakin and suddenly all the carefully controlled oxygen on Coruscant vanishes.

“Language, Anakin.”

The admonishment registers about as much as the words he hadn’t even realized he’d actually spoken out loud, which is to say, not at all, especially when a big beautiful smile is spreading across that clean-shaven face, his eyes bright, all his teeth on display.

He is so beautiful.

“Hello there.”

His voice is low and smooth and Anakin has to suppress a shiver when he feels a sharp flash of keen interest directed his way.

“Well then,” Master Windu says, breaking Anakin out of the trance those big blue eyes had been holding him in, “I’m guessing you can deduce why the council has asked you here?”

Yeah. I think it’s pretty obvious.