I need a moment to scream, please and thank you, over THIS:
An absolutely gorgeous commission I recieved from @meoowwxx who is an incredibly talented artist, not to mention one of my favourite artists ever, their naruto work is just 👌🏻 and I urge you all to check out their blog immediately! So thank you thank you thank you for bringing me and Obi to life so beautifully Mel 💙 and a huge shoutout to my wife, @dabilove27, who sneakily paid for the commission when I was just all around struggling with life. I love you more than I could ever express, thank you 💙💙💙
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I enjoy any reverse age fic that keeps Anakin realistically dark (and dramatic - I am an eViL SItH!!!) while also letting twink Obi-Wan be like, nope, Jedi live and Palpatine dies, those are the rules for fucking me <3
its very important to me that anakin thinks and acts like he's the most powerful person in the whole galaxy but then his soaking wet pathetic chihuahua of a padawan actually holds both of their leashes yeah
padawan obi-wan is like kill your master for me it would make me happy for a millisecond and anakin does the math and is like. perfect ok will do immediately. is there anyone i can kill for you that would make you happy for a whole minute? maybe thirty whole seconds? just let me know. i'll do it. i'll do it so fast.
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This isn't meant to be like, negative or anything but it's SO funny being so platonically connected to Anakin while everyone else wants him carnally. Cause I follow his tag and it's full of the most THIRSTY posts ever and it'll attach a photo like this one
Where he looks EXACTLY like a scolded kid who was forced to sit down for a time out 😂😂😂
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Teenage superhero groups are so good. Not only because they're always really fucking relatable, but also because their relationships are so special. They're like:
“I met you, and I was weary of you at first. We've become closer and closer to the point we trust eachother with our lives, but still not with our identities — it's sad, but it's how it is.
You've cried to me about how your mentor didn't listen to you, about how they yelled at you and didn't seem to care enough. I've cried to you about how my life is so lonely, about how being a hero is taking away my life, about how I can't be a teenager anymore because I can't rest without feeling like someone will die because of me not being there.
We've fought together, and we've fought eachother. We've cried together, laughed together and yelled together. We've saved the world together. We were never meant to be apart.
The other day, you were brainwashed and turned evil. You were tortured, striped away of your own being. We tried to help you anyway, even if our mentors told us not to. We still spent hours shopping for a birthday gift you'd like a few months later.
We're slowly growing up, and we're leaving the safety of our mentors's cloaks. We're going through different paths; always down, always falling, but not as together as we were before.
Some of us have found our own proteges. I'd like to say I'm better with mine than my own mentor was with me, and I hope you are the same.
Our proteges have found eachother the same way we did. The happiness from seeing me in your face was everything I needed to be convinced to stay with you.
We've been getting the others to come back, too. We're also recruiting new people, new young heroes who will get themselves killed if they're not guided properly. We're not the same young kids anymore, but we're together once again, and that's all that matters.
We grew up very quickly. I can see it from the way we don't laugh as much anymore, from the way we're the one attempting to stop the younger ones from pulling pranks on us, from the way we train instead of being trained.
We're all adults now. There was a time where we lost ourselves, and we wouldn't find us anymore. A time where I went to our old lair and saw it empty, devoid of life. A time where I tried to call you and you didn't answer. A time where I saw you on TV, with a kid by your side, looking at you like you're their entire world.
We're adults now. We've lost ourselves many times. But we've found eachother again. And I think that's what matters. Because we're not only teammates anymore; we're family.”
Or something like that idk, I suck at writing
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