Have Been Catching Up On This Fic “Careless To Let Fall” By @artemisdesari-blog On Ao3 And Holy Shit

Either people need to learn how to tell the difference between an “I’m sorry” that takes direct responsibility and an “I’m sorry” that signifies sympathy, or I’m gonna start responding to unfortunate information with a solemn nod and a “Sympies,” because I am tired of receiving a “Why? It wasn’t your fault” every time I try to vocalize compassion.

obi-wan is my favorite character in anything ever because the cosmic forces that control the universe literally have it in for him specifically and this is something thats flat out stated on multiple occasions and literally everyone knows including obi-wan himself but he just keeps on sadly careening from one disaster to another as everyone he cares about dies in increasingly horrible and tragic ways while wisecracking every 5 minutes like it’s going out of style and somehow managing to become the sluttiest magic monk in the galaxy to cope. icon.

I am honestly impressed with the Codywan shippers. Ya'll made this ship up out of nothing - the boys barely spoke to each other other than to discuss military stuff in the first few seasons of TCW- and managed to get the writers to put in a scene of Obi-Wan majestically stopping Cody from being shot with his lightsaber in the final season, got the original writer of the Kenobi show to make a subplot about them, AND now they're touching each other on the anniversary poster when Obi-Wan's canon love interest is standing all by herself on the other side. Somebody at Lucasfilm definitely likes ya.

“In all honesty darling, they only starting calling me the Negotiator because the slut was considered too unprofessional.” - Obi-Wan Kenobi to Cody at some point in the war

Someone, Evermore (Sunshine, Evermore.) by songofsewerrats on ao3

...well what the fuck was I supposed to say to that

I love reading fics about OTPs having mental bonds and things like that, but they’re always so profound. It’d be so much more entertaining if they still thought like normal people. Imagine this stuff:

“You’ve had that song stuck in your head for days. It’s driving me nuts, too.”

“Why are you making a grocery list in your head while we’re having sex?”

“Is that really what you think about my ass?”

“Stop projecting so much belligerent boredom. I love this TV show.”

“No, you didn’t forget to lock the door. You can quit fixating on it now.”

“Yes, that sounds much better in your head.”

“Is that really who you’re daydreaming about naked?”

“Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.”

“It’s coffee you’re craving. Go get some. And bring me some. You made me want it, too.”

“Thanks for the road rage thoughts. I’ll take the back roads home. See you in an hour.”

“If you think ‘knit, knit, purl,’ one more time, I’ll stab you with those needles.”