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

Anakin: There’s just no pleasing you sometimes

Dooku: without ugly in this world, there would be nothing beautiful

Obi-Wan: thank you for your sacrifice

I can’t explain why this makes me so sad but like look at how happy they are like Obi had a family and was loved but sike it was just Yoda’s vision

(Source- @G0NKDROID on Twitter)

Y’all ever just see a character and go

THE WAY I SCREAMED

anakin and obi wan were trending on twitter last night ✨

Self indulgent sketch of young Obi Wan growing out his hair while raising his padawan.

Kenobi on Mustafar

Tell me I’m not the funniest person to exist

Made this as a special gift for @agentfrostbite!! I love it SO MUCH!!

CRY WITH ME

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oh and btw, obi-wan kenobi died the same day anakin died during the duel on mustafar. vader is not anakin skywalker and ben isn’t obi-wan.

what do you mean there’s no jedi willing to leave the order for me have i said the word? WHAT DO YOU MEAN ??

obi-wan kenobi using his lightsaber for the first time in 10 years on the last person he used it on OHHH STAR WARS IS SO SICK IM GONNA CRY.

anakin skywalker with leia during family day. they just won best droid innovation, while luke and padmé are playing with eopies at the fair

if u think that the star wars twitter account calling out racism is insulting then you better sit down buddy i have some news for you

3rd episode of kenobi dropping on the first day of pride month. YES THAT IS MY BI KING. he literally has two bi-s in his name. oBI-wan kenoBI. in this essay i will-

a firm believer that if satine were alive, obi-wan and her would raise the skywalker twins. FUCK THE JEDI RULES.

mullet obi-wan kenobi is the best thing in this world

every time obi-wan looks at leia, he’s reminded of padmé, the wise leader, his friend who he failed to protect from the dark side, and every time he looks at luke, he’s reminded of his friend who he helped teach, his brother who he trusted, who he loved, who he failed

padmé crumbs

“What have you become?”

“I am what you made me.”

SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP, NOTHING PREPARED ME FOR THIS

Focus

An Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader Fanfic

Author Notes: Ahhhh- 200 followers on the same day the Kenobi show airs? I’m truly blessed. Please enjoy this Kenobi one-shot because I love this man and his pretty hands. Also, there isn’t a set time period where this takes place so imagine whatever version of him you want!

Fandom: Star Wars

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x AFAB Gender!Neutral Reader

Content: 2.3k words (reminder, I’m awful at using tenses correctly in writing, so if you see a mistake, no you didn’t-)

Summary: Obi-Wan starts to notice how you pay a little too much attention to his lightsaber training and decides to take it upon himself to help you focus.

Warnings: Jedi Code? Never heard of it, Swearing, Shameless smut, AFAB based smut, No descriptions other than reader has a vagina, Vaginal fingering, Obi-Wan is a tease, Anakin is a cockblock.

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While some of my works may not be NSFW specifically, my page is still 18+, minors please do not interact.

[I highly recommend listening to Lana Del Rey- specifically ‘Lust For Life’, ‘Blue Jeans”, and ‘Burning Desire’- while you read this. I wrote this while listening to them and it heavily influenced me.]

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It wasn’t your fault that your eyes seemed to linger for a little longer than approprite, Obi-Wan was an attractive man. An attractive man with verynice hands. Could anyone really fault you for staring? He moved like the wind carried him. The slow hum of his lightsaber cut through the air as he recited practiced movements. He was graceful and calculated; there was a reason he was a Jedi Master after all. Honestly, you couldn’t even remember why he had invited you to watch him practice, but you weren’t about to argue. Your stare traveled across his form, appreciating the way his robes clung to his body and his limbs moved in time with each other before your eyes inevitably settled on his hands. Deft fingers clutched at the saber’s handle as it was effortlessly twirled in his grasp. Stars, the things you imagined those hands doing. You blinked away your drifting thoughts as Obi-Wan stilled, spinning the saber between his fingers as he halted all other movement. Confused, you tore you gaze away to look up at him only to find him staring back at you, his mischievous little smirk settled on his lips.

“Focused, darling?” he teased as his thumb brushed against the base of the saber as he deactivated it. You huffed and you quickly cast you gaze away from him as he chuckled. “You know, you really shouldn’t think so loudly in my presence, I don’t need to use the Force when you’re practically screaming your thoughts at me.” Your eyes widened as they snapped to him with a look of horror. He grinned at you as his eyes swam with unabashed mirth. He was teasing you that little shit-

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you huffed as you crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he mused as he slipped his saber into its holster that hung at his hip. You rolled your eyes as your cheeks burned. This man would be the death of you, you were certain of it. You refused to look at him as he approached you, you knew that looking at his unfiltered smirk would make your knees buckle as he all but stalked towards you.

Obi-Wan has always been, for lack of better words, a minx. Strong-willed and confident, yet not overly so, he was modest in the best of times and yet he knew of his effect on people, on you. He was different around others though, a guided leader with an ever present flame for the future. He would no doubt, and already has, lead his people to glory. And yet as he stood in front of you, leaning forwards and peering down at your smaller from, his energy swam with confidence. With you he was no Jedi Master- he was only a man.

“Obi-Wan,” you groaned with a warning as you shifted away from his towering frame.

“Yes, dear?” he hummed, your response effectively widening his grin, “Is there a problem?” You shot him a glare that stirred a chuckle out of him. “No need to be so modest, dear, what happened to your confident stare? Can you no longer meet my eyes?” You went to shy away, but as he lifted his hand, his earthy robes sliding up his forearm as he reached out, you froze in his presence. The soft pads of his fingers found your chin as he tilted your head back towards him, giving you no other option than to look up at him. “Focus, darling.”

“Obi…,” you breathed, air catching in your throat as you met his steady gaze. Fondness licked behind his eyes as he took you in, his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your cheek as you let yourself sink into his touch. He leaned forwards, hovering over you as you tilted your head back to keep eye contact while he towered over you. He breathed out your name and the sound sent sinful shivers down your spine.

“Would you let me kiss you if I asked?” he hushed out as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You sucked in a breath as your eyes widened. Maker, yes. Of course you would. He shuddered as his eyes fell closed, lowering himself so his forehead rested against yours. “Do you not even try to silence your thoughts, dear?” he asked with no more than a whisper. There was no doubt in your mind that he knew how badly you wanted him, if his heavy breathing and solid grip against your chin was anything to go off of.

“Would…wouldyoukissme if I asked?” you breathed out as he opened his eyes again to meet yours.

“I would do anything you asked of me,” he hummed as he tilted his head, shifting to brush his nose against yours.

“Anything,” you muttered, “that’s dangerous territory, Kenobi.” His confident smirk returned as he lowered his lips to brush against yours, yet he didn’t kiss you.

“I may already have a few ideas of what you want, dear,” he purred as his hand shifted from your chin to brush against the sensitive skin of your throat. His other hand came up to slide around your waist as he tugged you closer, “you need only ask.” Your breath caught in your throat again as your mind wandered into sinful territory. His firm hands on your body only aided in the ache to have them running across every expanse of your form. “Use your words, darling.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke and you couldn’t resist the urge to seize forwards and capture them in your own. He returned the kiss heartedly, a relieved groan slipping from his lips to yours.

“Touch me,” you hummed out as your tongue slid across his lower lip. His hands flexed against your form as another shameless groan escaped him.

“You’ll have to show me,” he rushed, his hand sliding from your neck to push back into your hair, “don’t worry, I learn quickly. Just show me what you want me to do.” Kriff, he was going to end you with his words alone. One hand slid up his chest to ghost across the skin at the collar of his tunic as your other met his at your waist. His breathing hitched as he tugged your lower lip in between his teeth and your hand gripped his wrist as you started to tug it to the front of your body.

“Take my clothes off,” you insisted breathlessly and he didn’t have to be told twice. His hands moved to slide up your shirt, fingers raising goosebumps as they brushed against your stomach. He broke the kiss only to pull your shirt from your frame and he hastily tugged off his robe, your fingers dipping beneath his tunic.

“Maker,” he groaned as he pulled back to tug it off his shoulders. Immediately, your hands went to trail up the expanse of his stomach, running up his chest to wrap around his shoulders.

“Want you,” you breathed as your head dipped forwards to place feverish kisses against his neck. He groaned again as his hands followed the path yours made against his skin.

“Guide me,” he insisted as he slipped his hands under your own to do with as you pleased. You pulled his hands towards your body, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your pants. He sucked in a breath as he tilted his head back, his fingers brushing against your hips. Slowly, he wrapped his digits around the fabric and pulled them down, the hot skin of his fingers brushing across the curve of your ass as he slid them off of you. You heaved out a groan, softly sinking your teeth into the nape of his neck as his touch set off fireworks in your belly. He shuddered as his fingers worked their way passed the edge of your underwear. Carefully, you slid your fingers through his and aided him in pulling them down. As they fell to your ankles, Obi-Wan pulled back to drink you in. His hungry gaze raked across your naked form as your hands squeezed his into the skin of your hips.

“Touch me, Obi-Wan,” you practically moaned as you tugged his hand closer to your front. You released his other hand as it slid up your spine to cup the back of your neck. His eyes searched your reactions as you slid his hand between your thighs. You moaned unapologetically as his hand ghosted between your folds. He let out his own groan as his fingers slid against your wetness.

“All this for me, darling?” he asked, his voice raspy as his eyes darkened with lust. You let out a whine as you nodded, pushing his fingers against your core. “Show me how you like it.” You breathed out another whine as your fingers matched up with his. Pressing his middle two forwards, he dipped them into you with a groan. As you tilted your head back, his lips met your neck as his fingers curled inside of you. With a shuddered breath, you tugged his thumb up and guided it in a circle around you clit.

“Yes,” you moaned, your eyes sliding shut, “like that, just like that.” His skilled fingers worked you open, curling inside you as he rubbed delicious circles around your clit. Obi-Wan groaned against your neck as his hands elicited sinful moans from you. He kissed with fervor against your neck, his tongue sliding across your pulse to drink in your moans.

“Beautiful,” he groaned out as he sunk his teeth into your skin, eliciting a breathy whine as you bucked against his hand. He pressed his hips forwards, rutting up against your thigh as his fingers quickened inside of you. Fingertips brushed against your walls perfectly as white hot pleasure shot through your body. Close, you were so close. He took in your reactions, repeating what clearly pulled them from you as his thumb hurried against your clit.

“Kriff, Obi-Wan,” you whined as you bucked against his hand, his hips following your movements his he slid his clothed erection against your plush thigh.

“So soft,” he groaned as his pressed himself against you. He ran hot against your skin as his fingers worked quickly to pull you into your high, “going to cum for me, darling?” You let out a pitched moan as you gave him an insistent nod.

“Obi-Wan-kriff, almost there just-“ your pleas were suddenly interpreted as a voice called out through the cave.

“Obi-Wan? You in there, Master?” called Anakin’s voice from outside the mountain. Obi-Wan swore unapologetically as you were suddenly ripped from your high. You let out a panicked squeak as you tugged Obi-Wan’s hand from between your thighs and hastily worked to pull your clothes back onto your body. As you tugged your pants on, you glanced up just in time to see him licking his deft fingers clean as he reached for his tunic. Kriffing Anakin-you were going to murder that boy. Footsteps echoed across the walls as the both of you scrambled to pull your shirts on. Anakin stepped through the opening just as Obi-Wan slid his robes back on and you quickly smoothed out your shirt.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan croaked out as he cleared his throat, “did you need something or are you simply here to bother me?”

“Well I tried reaching you on your communicator, but you’ve been ignoring me all day,” Anakin huffed out as his eyes slid from his master onto you, “clearly you’re busy with something important.” Your face burned and you resisted the urge to bolt out of the cave right then and there. Obi-Wan sent you a sheepish glance as he remembered turning off his communicator to avoid interruptions, clearly that worked so well.

“Yes, I was busy,” Obi-Wan huffed as he folded his arms across his chest, “I’ve been training.” Anakin raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

“Whatever you say Master,” Anakin chided as he turned to walk back out of the cave, “the council is having a meeting and I was sent to come get you since you obviously weren’t responding to their calls either.” Obi-Wan let out a sigh as he sent you an apologetic look. “Just hurry it up Master, I’ll be waiting outside.” And with that, Anakin left leaving you alone with Obi-Wan again.

“I’m sorry, dear,” he sighed as he lifted his hand to brush against your cheek, “I must go, but we can meet again tomorrow?” You shifted as if to contemplate his request, but who were you to say no to his pleading eyes? With a sigh, you nodded and sent him a soft smile. His shoulders slumped in relief as he leaned forwards to give you a quick kiss. “Then I will see you later, my darling.” With a final brush of his thumb against your cheek, he pulled away and hurried out of the cave. He sent you one last wave and a grin that made your heart thump wildly against your chest. You watched him leave as silence settled over the expanse of the cave.

Only one thought made you grin with delight as you readied yourself to head home; Obi-Wan was definitely going to have it out for Anakin for the foreseeable future.

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Anakin you absolute menace, how dare you- oh right I made him do that- sorry, not sorry.

Some close up:

Old and beat up Obiwan

Oh man I just realized something about the new obiwan series….

We were all confused in Force Awakens as to why Leia and Han would have named their kid after Luke’s mentor…but they DIDN’T

they named their kid after the crotchety, broken down old man who saved Leia when she was little and looked out for her on her first adventure.

Don’t care if it’s a retcon, if it is it’s a freaking slam dunk.