Just here for the clones.

I'm gonna share these again, since I deleted every social media apart from instagram... I had a very bad time but now I'm feeling better! Anyway I saw the Mandalorian & Grogu movie 2 times and ugh I LOVED IT.

Lord Mirdalan is obviously the star in these,

Sick obi-wan: blows up Kal with mind

Kal: rude- *is displaced via force*

The consequences of his choices are still his fault.

"But Anakin was sad-"

The consequences of his choices are still his fault.

"But Anakin didn't mean to-"

Yes he did and even if he didn't, the consequences of his choices are still his fault.

"But Anakin was just trying to-"

The consequences of his choices are still his fault.

"But what about Palpatine?"

I tend to attribute this to Anakin having an ingrained lack of trust towards authorities in general as a result of his experience on Tatooine. But what's interesting is that he seems to apply this to the Council AS A WHOLE rather than to the Council members INDIVIDUALLY. He obviously maintains a strong relationship with Obi-Wan even after Obi-Wan becomes a part of the Council, but in moments when he's having to speak to Obi-Wan when he's acting as part of the whole, Anakin gets more defensive. In TCW, you see Anakin being on perfectly good terms with people like Kit Fisto, Adi Gallia, Shaak Ti, and even Ki-Adi-Mundi. He makes a FEW pithy comments to Mace, but even those feel like gentle teasing rather than genuine complaints and their interactions are generally fairly positive. And he shows a LOT of concern over Yoda during the Force ghost arc. And of course you can see it best in the Deception arc when Anakin is told point blank that Obi-Wan is the one who wanted to keep him in the dark and he continues to rage about how "The Council" lied to him. He even tries to ask Obi-Wan if he knows how many times HE'S been lied to by "The Council."

As ridiculous as this separation is, it's also just... very clearly how Anakin approaches members of the Council. So when he goes to Mace to tell him about Palpatine, you could make a solid argument that he isn't trusting "The Council" with this information, he's choosing to trust MACE with the information. Like logically he knows that Mace is a member of the Jedi Council, of course he does, but it seems to be easier for him to EXTEND that trust to an individual as opposed to an authoritative body. "The Council" are the ones who failed Ahsoka, "The Council" lied to him about Obi-Wan's death, "The Council" are the ones who don't trust him. But Mace is not "The Council," Mace is just Mace. He doesn't trust "The Council," but he does want Mace's approval and trust in return, so he does what he knows he's SUPPOSED to do and tells him about Palpatine being a Sith.

And then yes, of course, his fear of losing Padme overrides what he knows he's SUPPOSED to do.

But yeah, my primary rebuttal to the accusation of "But the Jedi Council" is that Anakin doesn't trust them FROM THE OUTSET, before they've even done anything to CAUSE that mistrust. So while you can claim that their rejection of him has a lasting impact on their relationship, ANAKIN is the one who starts that relationship with a lack of trust and brings that to their first interaction and uses everything after that as validation of that opinion, even if he can recognize that the individual members are good people that he does like and trust most of the time.

Chapter Two

Summary: Obi Wan clashes with the Chief of police as he's welcomed back to town.

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Excerpt:

Obi Wan pulled into the crumbling parking lot of Anakin’s garage on the edge of town. Of course, he’d never been here, but he’d known it when it was owned by the previous owner, Mr. Watto, who had been forced to foreclose after some shady dealings with out-of-towners.

Anakin, well, Obi Wan’s father actually, had been able to scoop it up for a bargain and had been running it for a couple of years. It wasn’t surprising, Anakin had always been a wonder with his hands, more interested in making a more efficient pencil sharper in second grade than listening to his teachers.

He had used his mother’s surname for the business, ‘Skywalker Racing’ was a little elaborate for the musty shop with a single lift, but Obi Wan would never say anything about it. Anakin was happy and really what more could he ask for than that.

The sound of metal on metal travelled as he got out of the car, along with the increasingly frustrated mutterings of his brother. “Mother fucking stupid piece of…” he dropped the obscenities as Obi Wan approached before finally looking behind him, his face falling into a half smile. “Where the fuck have you been?” he asked, pulling Obi Wan into a hug and being kind enough to share some of his oil stains.

“I was at the police station as it happens.”

Anakin rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Fucking Chief Fett. Couldn’t find a clue if it was under his nose.” He grumbled.

“Hmm.” Obi Wan hummed, “I met you friend, Rex.”

Anakin grinned and smiled. “Yeah, Rex is alright. He races with me on the weekend sometimes. When Padme lets me off the leash of course. So, how does it feel to be back?”

Obi Wan shrugged, “not much has changed by the looks of it.”

“Yeah, the mayor's gunna see to that.” Anakin muttered under his breath.

There was a quiet wrap on the window. Obi Wan’s eyes wandered up to the apartment above the shop where Padme was waving from the window, bouncing one of the babies on her hip. Obi Wan waved back and she responded with a wide smile. He’d only met her a couple of times, when Anakin had brought her to the city for a weekend away after graduation.

“Should I say hello?” Obi Wan asked.

Anakin waved him off and walked back into the shop. “Plenty of time for that. We need to talk about dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, the inheritance. Who’s getting the house...”

Obi Wan sighed and buried his hands in his pockets. “We don’t even have a body to bury yet, Anakin. And from my conversation today I’m not entirely sure when we’ll get him back.”

Anakin shrugged, “We need Soka to come home so we can all talk about it.”

Obi Wan felt a tension headache pulse behind his eyes. “Perhaps we just have a nice visit. I have still yet to meet my niece and nephew.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Anakin replied tartly.

Obi Wan scratched at his beard, “you know why I couldn’t come back, Anakin. I told you.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well you’re back now. Do you actually plan to be a part of their lives, or will you send for them once a year when they’re old enough?”

Obi Wan felt like he had been stabbed in the chest. “That’s not fair.” Anakin chewed on his cheek but didn’t respond.

“We can talk about this later. Let’s go see your family. If you can tear yourself away…” he asked, looking at the almost empty shop.

“Yeah, whatever.” Anakin muttered as he chucked down a tool with a metallic clang and walked Obi Wan to the back of the shop and up to the apartment.

Like their father’s house, Anakin and Padme had pictures lining the wall up the stairs. The first was from their hurried wedding at the courthouse, Padme and her burgeoning bump clad in a simple yet elegant white lace dress, Anakin in a suit that was likely borrowed from their father and hung off his tall, lanky frame.

They had numerous pictures of the twins, most when they were too tiny to open their eyes but a few from the last few months. Obi Wan found himself lingering to look at them. Anakin gave him a slight shove to get him to move faster.

The apartment was small and cramped. Most of the furniture looked like it had been handed down. He recognized a few sofas that had lived in his father’s basement and a lamp that used to belong to his bedroom. Padme still lingered by the window, whispering sweet nothings to her dozing baby.

“Hey babe, look who finally showed up, after a trip to see the Chief.” Anakin said, shoving past Obi Wan and kissing his wife on the cheek. She smiled warmly and crossed to Obi Wan.

“So lovely to see you.” She said, kissing him on both cheeks, “I’m so sorry about the circumstances.” He said softly, hanging her head sadly.

It occurred to Obi Wan that Padme likely had more of a relationship than he did with his own father. He patted her on the shoulder. “Are you alright?” he asked. Such a strange thing to say and yet, it seemed so right.

Padme looked up at him, her brown eyes brimming with tears. “We miss him, is all.” She said softly, hugging her baby closer.

There was a squawk from the other room and Padme turned in the direction of the noise. “Anakin, can you get Luke? I’ll get his bottle. Would you mind, Obi Wan?” she asked, pouring the little bundle of blankets into his arms and walking away.

Obi Wan couldn’t remember the last time he’d held a baby. Leia snuffled during the transfer but showed no real acknowledgement in her mother’s departure. She weighed more than Obi Wan had expected, but then she was no longer a newborn. His father would have called her bonnie, and she was, all pink squidgy cheeks and glorious fat folds. Obi Wan had never had much interest in children but decided then and there that his niece must be the most beautiful baby to ever exist.

He sank down into a nearby chair, letting the little girl wrap her fist around his pinky finger and talking to her in soothing tones. He honestly wouldn’t be able to recall what he said, but she seemed to respond to his voice well and he was thankful for that.

Anakin came out with another bundle in his arms. If Leia was dark, Luke was as bright as the sun, a mop of blonde hair already falling in his eyes at six months old. He wasn’t as pudgy as his sister but seemed more fidgety and vocal. Obi Wan looked at him fondly before taking in Leia once more, his eyes finally landing on his brother who looked down at him with an unreadable expression.

“They’re beautiful, Anakin. I’m sure dad was very proud of you.”

Anakin stared at him for a moment, then nodded. “He was. He told me so.”

Obi Wan smiled down at Leia, brushing a piece of hair off her face. “And so he should.” He muttered, gently kissing the top of the little girl’s head and breathing in the scent of baby powder.