(to everyone who didn't: it's going to get worse and you now have been warned)

anonymous asked:

I absolutely love your dimension jumping Obi-Wan! Could you maybe write a continuation where Obi-Wan lets slip he was a councilor in his own universe? For some reasons I always found Qui-Gon being shocked about it completely hilarious XD

“…If I didn’t know better…I’d say I was resting on my lumpy couch in the temple.” Obi-Wan murmured, effectively silencing the room. “But I do know better.” He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, finding half the room filled with council members, Anakin and Qui-Gon. He gingerly sat up and rubbed his face.

“I apologize, I had no idea I would…I haven’t had a panic attack like that in almost a long while.” He pressed his lips together.

“That is fine…master Kenobi.” Mace settled on, fingers stapled together as he watched the other from the second couch, Yoda and Adi Gallia on each side of him. “We are more disturbed by the image you…”

“Broadcasted?” Obi-Wan suggested dryly before making a low, surprised noise as Anakin held out a cup of tea for him. The redhead gave him a long look before accepting it, noting how different this Anakin felt to the one he had raised.

‘I guess Qui-Gon must have handled being a father figure better then I did.’ He smiled up at the blond before taking a small sip. 'And a better master.’

“Please, call me Obi-Wan, if for nothing else then my own comfort.” He added, looking to the Haruun.

“Its strange to see you like this.” Adi jumped in. “We all were there at your…this galaxy’s I mean, pyre.”

“I can only imagine its as strange for you all to see me as it is for me to see all of you alive. And younger. I can only assume that you are at the very beginning of the clone wars?” He looked at them all.

“Indeed. Started four months ago it did. Longer it went on for you?”

“Three years of continued battles, of death and pain until the temple was laid to waste by the sith lord.” Obi-Wan sighed. Yoda’s ears rose in surprise and his gaze sharpened. “Know you do, the identity of the sith?”

“Know I do.” Obi-Wan mimicked before giving Yoda a long look as the council murmured among themselves. “And I’ll tell you if you can keep your lighstaber in your belt and not run of on some insane one man war, he’s powerful and killing him in cold blood will only bring the public down on the Jedi.”

“Talk to me as you are you should not, great grandpadawan as you are.” Yoda huffed though there was a glimmer wetness in his eyes, as if this was something he had wanted and missed.

“No but as a fellow councilor I can.” Obi-Wan shot back.

Qui-Gon promptly choked on his tea and spat it out at Eeth Koth, who leaned back with a yelp, shock pinging through the Force.

Obi-Wan just threw his head back, a laugh bubbling out through his lips as if it came from the very bottom of his soul. “Oh I always wanted to see your reaction to THAT!” He grinned, sipping his cup.

“…I get the feeling you may have been worse on the high council then actually having Qui-Gon on it.” Mace grumbled, his very Force aura emitting his amusement that he couldn’t quite put a lid on.

“Only a bit. Though I got on the council during the clone wars.” He looked down, frowning a bit. “I never really got to see how it functioned outside the war I will admit.” He sighed. “But back to the Sith…” He hesitated and looked up at Anakin then to Yoda before returning his eyes to the young knight. “How close are you to the Supreme Councellor, Palpatine knight Skywalker?” He asked cautiously.

“I-Palpatine? He sometimes invites me to his office for talks? I’m usually to busy though.” Anakin was obviously surprised at the question. “…Wait, do you mean that-no, I mean he’s not a null that’s for sure but a sith?”

“Hard to see the Dark side is.” Obi-Wan murmured softly, his voice ominous. “He’s had years to twist the Force on Coruscant. Years to hide. I don’t know everything but I knew the end for my galaxy. And there is another thing. The clones…in my galaxy they turned on us too. One moment everything was fine, the next…there was no warning. And until that moment, until…order 66 went out, they had never been a danger towards us.” Obi-Wan stared at everyone.

“…This…this is a lot to take in.” Ki-Adi-Mundi murmured. “If this holds true for our galaxy…”

“I don’t know. I can’t be sure. I do know that until that moment where I was shot down by my own troops, nothing had been wrong, they weren’t dangerous to Jedi’s or malicious by nature.” Obi-Wan sighed. “I think there must have been some sort of compulsion, something that changed within them.” He shrugged.

“…Your own troops shot you down?” Qui-Gon had latched onto that.

“Yes. I barely survived the fall but I managed to make my way to Coruscant and the temple to meet up with Yoda. And that was the last Jedi I saw. And the last time I saw the temple.” Obi-Wan stared at his cup. “…I won’t say I’m healthy. I will accept the councils decision if it tells me I need to go to the mindhealers, especially considering what happened up there in the council chamber.”

“Good for you this universe will be, war we are in but calmer it is here, run you ragged we will not.” Yoda murmured. “Mindhealer I insist you go to if for nothing else then my peace of mind.”

“And mine Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon added.

“But as it is, you’ll need somewhere to stay from now on.” Even Piell offered.

“If I may be so bold, perhaps Obi-Wan would like to stay with me. I do still have Anakin’s former padawan rooms and perhaps it would be wise not to be alone just yet?” Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan and the redhead thought that over. “I…that would actually be good. Not being alone.” He mused before looking at Anakin.

“Hey, you’re welcome to them.” Anakin gave a carefree grin. “I got my own place once I was knighted., just down the hall actually.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Its clean as far as I know.” He nodded to the room Obi-Wan knew was the padawan rooms. “If you don’t mind the lack of space…”

“A nice bed, a place to call my own and safety is all I need. I know what its like to be alone in the galaxy.” Obi-Wan smiled at him. “Very alone. It will nice to not be alone anymore.”

Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"

anonymous asked:

Anon here with a fic prompt: Somehow someway, Barry is accused of a horrible crime, like murdering someone. It's not true mind you but the doctored evidence is pretty damn convincing. Even Team Flash has doubts. Barry is hurt and alone, until he finds an unlikely ally in Leonard Snart. It's through Len and maybe even the Rogues that Barry proves his innocence. The damage is done and Barry isn't having any of the apologies being sent his way. He's only for the one person who didn't give up on him

I need to focus my energy on writing FICS, but damn I love this prompt.

It has to be murder, and it has to be convincing enough that Barry can’t even fault everyone for thinking he did it, who wouldn’t think he did it?

His father is the only one who understands enough to say, “Even if all the evidence says otherwise, if you say you didn’t then I believe you, Barry.”

But Henry isn’t enough, isn’t there most of the time anyway, and it’s not as if the cops are after Barry Allen, they’re after The Flash, so Barry has to go to work and hear everyone talking about how Flash isn’t the hero they thought he was, and he starts to actually believe it. He’s hurt that he can see the doubt in Joe’s eyes, in Cisco and Caitlin, even Iris, but it just makes him wonder if they’re right, that he is a monster who killed this person in some awful, brutal way, and just doesn’t remember. He’s a scientist, after all, and the evidence…it’s so strong. Eventually, he stops defending himself to his friends and wonders if he should just turn himself in.

And then there’s Len, who never believed these recent reports he’s seen on the Flash, and wants to know what STAR Labs is planning to do about it, and what’s taking so long, because he hasn’t seen his Scarlet Speedster since this all went down, and he wants to know how they’re going to fix this. Only to find out they’re not trying to, because everyone thinks Barry did it, even Barry though he has no recollection of the crime.

“You didn’t do this, kid.”

“Everything points to that I did. Maybe I am a killer…”

“You’re not. You’re not like…” Me. But Len shakes his head. Barry was literally about to go into the precinct, Flash suit in hand, reveal his identity and turn himself in for the murder. Len can’t allow that. “Wait. Just wait. We’ll figure out who really did this, who’s framing you. Don’t throw your life away, you’re not a killer. I’d be forced to break you out just to keep life interesting.”

And somehow, Len’s teasing actually gets Barry to laugh when he hasn’t smiled in weeks. He can’t believe his enemy is offering to help. But deep in his gut he wants to believe Len’s right.

Barry throws Len’s own line back at him from Rogue Air. “Partners?”

Len extends a hand. “Partners. For now.”

They work too well together. Chasing down leads, threatening criminals, though neither ever actually hurts anyone - that badly anyway - Barry insists, and Len plays along. Only word starts to spread about Flash and Cold working together, and Barry’s friends distrust him even more.

They call in Oliver. Realize they can’t wait for him to turn himself in - he’s clearly guilty, not the same Barry, and needs to be stopped.

Close to discovering the truth about the murder, Len and Barry are ambushed by Team Arrow. Barry tries to explain, but Len is having none of it.

“They don’t believe you, Barry. Real friends would have your back no matter how bleak, how guilty you might look. Don’t explain a damn thing.”

He takes a shot with his gun at Oliver, off center enough to miss but still be a warning, and fighting erupts. Barry just wants to stop it, stop them, because he still loves his friends, and he doesn’t want them hurt, or for them to hurt Len. He’s so conflicted…he isn’t fast enough when Oliver shoots Len with an arrow.

Barry snaps. No longer trying to stifle his speed, he disarms all of them, knocks them back, ties them up, seriously considers punching Oliver so hard he’d leave lasting damage, but holds back. He goes to Len, who thankfully took the arrow in the shoulder - he’ll be okay.

“Leave us alone,” Barry growls before flashing Len out of there.

This leaves everyone wondering what is going on, because why didn’t Barry do worse, if he’s really so changed, or is it only a matter of time. They doubt, but they still believe he must be guilty.

Barry gets Len back to where they’ve been hiding out, treats his shoulder, thanks him, but can’t take how things have escalated, and breaks down sobbing.

“Forget them, Barry.”

“What if they’re right…what if they’ve been right about everything?”

“They’re not. We’re almost there, kid, we almost have the answers. Don’t you give up now.”

“Why are you even doing this?”

“Because there’s good in you, Barry. Maybe not in me, like you keep trying to convince me of, but you? There is so much good in you, it’s blinding. Not a doubt in my–”

And Barry kisses him, Len with his injured wrapped up shoulder, believing in him when no one else will. Len kisses back, and despite the difficulty of having to go slow and careful with him injured, they manage. The next day they head out more determined than ever to finish this.

And of course they do, find the last proof they need, reveal the real killer, clear The Flash’s name. When all of the others see the news, learn the truth, and realize what they’d done, they expect to see Barry, but he never shows. He doesn’t return to work. Doesn’t go to the labs. Doesn’t go home.

Iris calls in Henry, and he’s the one who finally finds Barry, talks to him, and realizes…if Barry’s happy where he is with the one person who never lost faith in him, then that’s all Henry would ask for. This comradery over this now shared life experience that Henry would have never wished for, but that he couldn’t experience with anyone else before now, makes his bond with his son stronger. Barry won’t see the others, but he spends more time with his dad, and Henry and Len become good friends.

The Flash still saves people. Cold at his side now - however often he might tease that it’s only a matter of time before he commits a crime again. But no team. One day Barry might be able to face them again, to let them try and make up for what they did, but not yet. For now, all he needs, all he wants, is Len.