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rocket pops and other popsicles have had a recent surge in popularity as a drink flavor but im fucking sick of it because NO ONE is putting a drop of popsicle stick wood extract in it. its fake as fuck if im not tasting the STICK
thinking this fine morning (afternoon) about a rebellion au where anakin never joins the Jedi Order and remains a slave & is sold off of Tatooine before his mother is freed by Cliegg. Sometime during the Clone Wars when he's like 22, a Jedi frees him and the handful of fellow slaves in the area by killing their master during a fire fight with Separatist forces - after the fight, the Jedi tosses Anakin the chip controller he'd found amongst the master's belongings while looking for information on Separatist movements. He says something, witty and kind, Anakin thinks, but Anakin can't remember it - couldn't hear it over the pounding of his heart at the prospect of his own freedom
so a year later, when the Jedi Order falls and the Empire rises up, Anakin just cannot believe that the Jedi were evil. He's not and never will be a Jedi fanatic or anything, but he remembers his Jedi, the one who freed him. He remembers his smile, his kindness, the swoop of hair falling over his sweaty forehead. The way he'd winked at Anakin as he left--the way he'd cut through the master's money safe with his lightsaber to reveal hoards of physical credits, up for the taking and enough for each slave to start a new life. no, his Jedi isn't evil and so Anakin is pretty sure that the Jedi Order was never evil either.
he's only had his freedom for a year or so. it's not been much of life up until then, and it feels like an easy decision to join the Rebellion. he wants something to fight for. he wants to do something meaningful with his life now that it's finally his.
fast forward ten years and he's fairly far up in the ranks of the Rebellion, considering how good of a pilot and mechanic he is. he's got a brain for strategy and he's got a massive amount of luck on his side. It's no wonder that when the Rebel leaders decide that they need the legendary General Obi-Wan Kenobi on their side and back in the game, they tap Anakin to go retrieve him.
Anakin goes. he's never met a Jedi before, apart from his Jedi, and even though this Kenobi guy sounds like a worn-out, retired, old-man Jedi, Anakin thinks it'll be a cool experience. also, orders are orders.
imagine his surprise when the coordinates he's given to find Obi-Wan Kenobi lead him to his home planet. imagine his surprise when he knocks on Obi-Wan Kenobi's door and the very familiar face of his Jedi opens it.
Under the grime of the planet, under the lines carved into skin by age and agony, the unmistakable face of his Jedi looks back at him.
“Tagwa, haku?” His Jedi says when all Anakin manages to do is open and close his mouth once.
A dusty, unused part of his brain translates the words automatically. Yes, what? Huttese. Of course the Jedi has learned Huttese. He probably picked it up purposefully, to blend in among the locals, as if the Jedi could ever be mistaken for being native to here. Not with his pale skin, the splash of freckles across the expanse of his face, the auburn gold of his hair. Even his Huttese still carries that crisp Coruscanti lilt that Anakin remembers. He remembers.
And so, because he remembers, he says, unthinkingly, “Jedi.”
It is perhaps not the cleverest thing to say to anyone these days, when the Jedi Order has burnt to ashes and its surviving Jedi are still hunted down like dogs to be killed by the Empire even ten years later. Last time Anakin checked, the reward for information leading to a captured Jedi sat at about five thousand credits.
And for a Jedi like Obi-Wan Kenobi, the bounty is probably more like fifty thousand credits. And this is, apparently, Obi-Wan Kenobi. His Jedi. The one who killed his slave master twelve years ago, tossed him the chip controller from the master’s corpse and gave him—gave them enough credits for passage anywhere the troop of slaves wanted to go. Apparently that Jedi, who Anakin has always thought of as his Jedi despite never seeing him again and never catching his true name, is the famous war general Kenobi. The famous Negotiator. The man the rebel alliance has been desperate to have rejoin the fight. The man Anakin has been assigned to retrieve by the two topmost rebel leaders.
It’s not going too well, Anakin can admit to that.
It wasn’t going well the moment Anakin had stepped onto the sand of his home planet, for the first time since he’d been sold off twenty years ago, and had to take several moments to just breathe through the crushing panic that’d filled up his chest and head.
It wasn’t going well when he’d seen his old master, who’d been all too thrilled to tell him of his mother’s own freedom and then her passing a few years later. Information Anakin had known, of course, but not information he’d ever wanted to hear from Watto’s mouth.
It wasn’t going well, being here, on this planet full of dust and memory, particulates of sand worming their way through the layers of his clothes until he could feel it coating his body like a second layer of skin and making him gnash his teeth in anger as he navigated away from the town—his old town—and towards the settlement Obi-Wan Kenobi resided in.
So. The mission isn’t going well, Anakin can admit that.
But it takes a definitive turn for the worst when Obi-Wan Kenobi opens the door, says, Yes, what? in accented Huttese, and Anakin says: “Jedi.”
And by turn for the worst, Anakin means that between one blink and the next, he has a blaster pointed at his chest.
He hadn’t even seen Kenobi move.
“Whoa,” Anakin says, raising his hands to chest-level. Kenobi’s eyes flash grey like steel, and now, yeah. Now Anakin can see the war general hunkering down in the beaten down form of the old man.
“Who are you with?” Kenobi barks, and his eyes jump from Anakin’s face to his surroundings and then back again. “Who sent you?”
“The alliance,” Anakin says quickly, keeping his face as open as he knows how. It doesn’t come easy to him, not after a lifetime as a slave and then a decade as a rebel spy. “Organa sent me. Amidala too.”
Kenobi’s eyebrows flex downward, his jaw hardening and then releasing underneath the cover of his beard as he considers Anakin’s words. “Quiet,” he finally snaps. “There are always ears listening out here.”
Anakin swallows down his first instinct which is to petulantly point out that Kenobi had asked. Instead he inclines his head to the homestead behind Kenobi’s back. “Maybe you should invite me in then?”
Still, Kenobi hesitates.
“I’m pateesa,” Anakin tries, half-disgusted to find that the Huttese word rolls off his tongue as if it belongs there, even after all this time. Friend.
Kenobi’s hand flexes on the blaster; a moment passes, then another. And then he lowers the weapon and steps aside with a nod of acquiesce.
His expression, though, is brimming with distrust.
Anakin, for his part, has to remind himself to breathe deeply and not hold it against Kenobi that apparently the other man—his Jedi, Anakin’s Jedi—does not remember him. He’s had a lot on his plate lately, after all. What with the war and then the Jedi massacre, then the Empire.
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the thing about that weird stuff americans call cheese is that if you heat it a little it becomes an excellent burger condiment despite its failings in every other area. such is the fate of the american cultural product
the American 'cheese' slice was engineered by our best scientific minds (all borrowed from Germany ofc) to melt perfectly onto a burger and for nothing else. Its only purpose is to compliment the one true product of the American people. The hamburger. (also borrowed from Germany)
American Cheese is a processed cheese made of Cheddar, Colby, or similar, combined with Sodium citrate. The Sodium citrate keeps the cheese fats from separating during the pasteurization process.
The patent for processing American Cheese was granted in 1916 to James L. Kraft, a Canadian of German descent who had immigrated to the US in 1904. Pasteurizing the cheese prevents it from spoiling, allowing it to be shipped farther and stored longer. It was actually WW1 that gave Kraft (and his company) their big break, as the US government provided cheese (in tins) to the armed forces abroad.
So no, Project Paperclip here, although the US Armed Forces and Germans were involved. His ancestors left Germany for Mennonite reasons, not because they were Nazis.
Fun fact: His parents spelled their last name "Krafft". He dropped one of the Fs when he started J.L. Kraft & Bros. Company, which later became Kraft Foods.
Fun fact: pasteurization aside, you can get some sodium citrate and do the same trick with basically any cheese. Want sliceable, meltable gorgonzola? Perfect burger-topping gruyere? Smooth pourable mimolette? All possible!
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you know you are really being very solipsistic and self-centred right now. the universe is vast and you are not the protgaonist of every story. have you considered that from some prespectives, the radiator is being handcuffed to you?
I actually love the characterization that while Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan truly do love each other very much and end up having a successful working partnership, they are SUCH different people, and actually, really find each other fucking annoying when you get right down to it, while still caring deeply about each other. Qui-Gon is having a stratosphere-level theoretical philosophical conversation in his head while Obi-Wan is so present and practical and funny, and then Qui-Gon's reply when he snaps out of it is like "....stay in the moment, Obi-Wan."
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I think about two scenes I love in Phantom Menace where the film is establishing Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's dynamic. Obi-Wan's great moment after the, uh, first attempt on their lives "you were right about one thing, Master - the negotiations were short" which is like, actually a genuinely funny observation? Qui-Gon's reaction to this? Nonexistent. We do not get a shot of Qui-Gon's expression, not even an off-camera Liam Neeson dry reluctant chuckle. NOTHING. Cut scene. Sure, this could be the fault of the scene transition, but I don't think anyone watching the scene was under the impression that Qui-Gon bellylaughed and said "good one, Padawan!" The mood is much more of Qui-Gon shaking his head, not dignifying the line with a response.
The other is Qui-Gon's "there's always a bigger fish" line after they've nearly died in another horrific way under the Naboo planet core, a scene that gives me a powerful new kind of combination of fatal levels of thalassophobia-claustrophobia. It could have easily been a "business on Cato Neimoidia" callback reference to some offscreen history together, but no. Qui-Gon just says it, incomprehensibly, while Obi-Wan scowls silently at the controls. And yet, Qui-Gon sounds contentedly amused. It's so fucking hilarious to me. He said that line for the benefit of one person in that ship: him, and he likes it.
They don't get each other's jokes, and yet, I think it's telling that they're both still making them after what, 12 years of Master Padawan partnership. They are both constantly thinking like “what are you TALKING about?” about the other one's core qualities. They both think their miscommunications are the other’s fault. It's incredibly good characterization to me, and it makes them so realistic.
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