#obi wan and anakin

Obi-Wan: What did you do? I said distract them not knock them out!

Anakin: There’s just no pleasing you sometimes

Anakin: I can’t believe all these people dressed in black. All-black was my thing, and now everyone’s doing it to be “cool”. They’re all posers.

Obi-Wan: Anakin, I cannot stress this enough. We are at a funeral.

Obi-Wan: Has anyone ever told you that you have anger issues

Anakin: I prefer the term “leadership skills”

[after Obi-Wan passes out]

Ahsoka: We can’t leave him here. We have to get him onto the bed.

Anakin: Why? He’s asleep. He’s not going to know.

Ahsoka:Anakin!

Anakin: Well… I’ll get him a pillow.

Ahsoka: He’s your Master!

Anakin: Alright, two pillows!

Obi-Wan: So? How’s Anakin?

Ahsoka: Bad news

Obi-Wan:No…

Ahsoka, steps aside to reveal Anakin: He’s still alive

Obi-Wan: Anakin, NO!

Anakin:What?

Obi-Wan: Sorry, force of habit. Ahsoka, NO!

Ahsoka: Master Obi-Wan, Anakin isn’t talking to me

Obi-Wan: enjoy it while it lasts

hanjinart:

midnight comfort sketch

stardustloki:

So, Obi-Wan now knows Anakin is alive, and we’ve explicitly been shown a flashback of Padme saying “there is still good in him”

Prediction: A significant portion of the plot after Leia is returned is Obi-Wan going to try to save Anakin, in the desperate hope there is still some hope left for the person who meant/means so much to him. It goes badly. It goes fucking tragically. Obi-Wan is left feeling as if Vader has killed whatever was left of his own apprentice and thus when we go forward to the original trilogy, he has no problem with telling Luke Vader is his father and trying to get Luke to kill him. Because, from his perspective, Anakin is gone forever and a monster has taken his place.

And everything is going to hurt.

jswander:

“It’s just a toy.”

Obi-Wan working all day at the Roadkill Factory to earn a handful of credits just so he could buy Luke a toy. 
He doesn’t even risk giving it to him on his own, he just leaves it there in the night. Because he saw that Luke liked to pretend to be a pilot!! HE JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING SMALL THAT MIGHT MAKE HIM HAPPY.  Because obi-Wan hurts so hard and has resigned himself to never feel happy again?? But there’s so much good in him.

And even though Luke doesn’t get to keep it, Obi-Wan still spares a few extra precious seconds with his life in danger to buy Leia a pair of gloves.

Because she thought they were pretty. And she wanted them. And even 10 years later his fatal flaw is always and still continues to be (even when he tries so hard not to) that he loves every part of what is left of Anakin.

FRICK OP WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME AUGHHHH

My

starlight in a bottle boy,

burning up from the inside.

My beloved supernova.

Finally come to end it all?

Finally going to let us rest?

Solar flare,

don’t you dare

burn

our house

down.

Time can only

heal the entry wound of the

poison barb

you left inside me:

rotting love,

festering longing -

purple toxin living in my

blood.

Your hand in

my hand,

but

time struck and

you stumbled —

down,

down,

down —

oh,

were our shattered knees

and

scraped hands,

blood-tinged teeth —

were they worth it?

(Was it worth it to

clasp

our hands

so tightly that

one circle, two —

rings of fire,

surrounding us both

forever?)

My once known shadow,

but my forever estranged enemy,

held me so tenderly when I gave him what he longed for:

goodbye.

You love that little blade:

cradle it’s handle oh so gently.

Sing it soft songs to sleep.

Warm it’s metal with your rest laden body.

You love that little blade -

even when it cuts.

Have you ever loved in scales?

Perfect balance?

Perfect symmetry?

Each step mirrored -

where one goes, the other

follows?

The smallest shift in weight can

jar the balance -

a breath,

a kiss,

a tear,

a moment.

A clang as joints disband.

A crash to the floor as you

spin out of orbit.

It will never be the same.

You will never be the same.

But -

But,

once,

you were lucky enough to

love

in scales.

Once,

you were whole and

perfect.

Oh,

sweet memory,

the icy blade between my

bones.

Oh, sweet love,

the ailment lingering in my

blood.

Oh, sweet agony,

burning through my

lungs.

Oh, sweet lover,

lost from me

forever.

Oh, sweet sadness:

eternal companion and

penance.

And he saved you from

disaster and ruin,

your beautiful fire-starting boy.

The flames he lets lick your

salt-soaked remains

don’t change that.

Many times,

he saved you.

Many times.

(It only takes once for

destruction

to lay waste.)

(It only takes

forever for a

heart to break.)

Carved your name into my

cold bones

and was stunned when you showed yours:

pristine.

Something tender,

something sweet;

loveliness found in

rotten meat.

And what of falling stars,

and crashing waves?

What of split tectonic plates?

What of

you,

me,

us,

and the yawning chasm

between?

(Do you still say my name like

the only

prayer

you’ve ever

known?)

And I wonder when I’ll stop

seeing your face

in every

tragedy and

betrayal.

One word,

never uttered,

forever lingering in my mouth

and

burning eyes.

One word I wished I had the courage to say:

Stay.

I opened my arms to comfort you

and

you went for my throat with a snarl.

Monsters need love, too

(but only on their terms).

I’m so tired of this

heartache

wrapped in

barb wired love.

Darling,

you are an

axe hammer

and, I -

a sheathed blade.

Do not forget:

we are both weapons.

(I know how to cut, too.)

And I am begging:

Don’t do this to him

(Don’t do this to yourself).

His end is not just his own.

Land of two setting suns.