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–From a Certain Point of View - “Time of Death”

Obi-Wan hand crafted toys for Luke, leaving them on the remains of Shmi’s grave for Beru to find and give to the boy.  Always working to make each one better than the last.

Is content just knowing that they make Luke happy, that they touch on that part of him that longs to fly, that Obi-Wan sees this sweet little boy and loves him enough to make toys for him.  This entire thing is said with such love and affection, he’s so happy to see Luke enjoying his toys.

It’s so simple and yet I’m reduced to tears because, no matter what the galaxy took away from Obi-Wan, no matter how it rewarded everything good he did with betrayal and pain, Obi-Wan Kenobi continued to love and to give more.  He continued to love.

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And then, in a moment, something changed. Perhaps he remembered something heard in his youth a long time ago: an ancient prophecy of the Chosen One who would bring balance to the Force. Perhaps the vague outlines of someone named Shmi and a Jedi named Qui-Gon struggled to the surface of his consciousness. The most powerful, the most repressed thought of all could have emerged from the darkness: Padmé…and her undying love for someone he once knew well. And despite all the terrible, unspeakable things he’d done in his life, he suddenly realised he could not stand by and allow the Emperor to kill their son. And in that moment, he was no longer Darth Vader.

He was Anakin Skywalker.

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Mirrorbright, shines the moon, its glow as soft as an ember
When the moon is mirrorbright, take this time to remember
Those you have loved but are gone
Those who kept you so safe and warm
The mirrorbright moon lets you see
Those who have ceased to be
Mirrorbright shines the moon, as fires die to their embers
Those you loved are with you still—The moon will help you remember

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Entertainment Weekly has details for several Journey to Star Wars: The Last Jedi books. The new addition: A collection of short stories focusing on inhabitants of Canto Bight, the ritzy casino planet. The authors are Star Wars vet John Jackson Miller and franchise newcomers Saladin Ahmed, Rae Carson, and Mira Grant. It will be on shelves December 5.

We first heard about most of them back at Celebration, but there’s still plenty of mystery. Ken Liu’s The Legends of Luke Skywalker (October 31), which “presents its stories as rumors circulating through the galaxy.” Claudia Gray’s Leia: Princess of Alderaan (September 1) is set when the character is 16, when she “decides to become involved in the fight against the Empire.” We’ll also see plenty of her parents and friends, a boon for fans who want to know more about Alderaan.

Delilah S. Dawson’s Phasma (September 1) will, as we learned in Orlando, give us her origin story, going back to her youth. The book will “show how she got off the planet that she was on initially and came to the First Order and what did she have to do to get there and what will she do to protect her secrets,” Lucasfilm’s Michael Siglain says. “It cuts between the present and the past and shows her as this fearsome warrior on this brutal world that she was on. The First Order comes to that planet, and she sees a great opportunity when they arrive.”

— Lone Wolf

LET ME CRY ABOUT ALL OF THIS.  GOD, OBI-WAN’S LIFE IS THE SADDEST EVER.

- Revenge of the Sith has just happened
- He’s taking Anakin’s son to Tatooine to give him up
- Baby Luke just peed on him
- This is the last robe he’s likely to have for awhile
- And then he thinks about Anakin some more and how Anakin gave him a birthday robe one year

Just.  Let me lay here and cry about my Star Wars feelings.

Guys, remember how in the Kenobi novel, the INSTANT Obi-Wan gets to Tatooine he brings day-old Luke into a bar and immediately gets into a bar fight? And even people on Tatooine are like “what kind of a maniac brings a baby to a bar fight?”

If they ever revisit this part of the timeline I want this made fully canon. The idea that Obi-Wan Kenobi has come pretty much straight from the end of Revenge of the Sith – “you were the Chosen One!” and everything – to a bar in the middle of the desert, with Anakin’s newborn son, and then instantly gets into a bar fight is amazing. 

This would mean that as far as we know, the only two times Obi-Wan and Luke have been in a bar together, Obi-Wan kicked someone’s ass and was part of a ruckus. THIS IS HILARIOUS AND I WANT IT TO BE REAL. 

— Lone Wolf

Obi-Wan, struggling with whether or not loving someone means that he’ll pull them into dangerous situations that may get them killed, even though he has the best of intentions towards them, isn’t that what happened with Anakin? isn’t that what happened with Anakin to Padme? yet and ultimately deciding that he can’t just stop loving someone.  He can never give up his love for someone precious, it’s just not who Obi-Wan is.

And that Obi-Wan had loved Anakin “just as Anakin had loved Padme, the very person he loved most”.

“I didn’t tell Luke the whole truth about Anakin,” Obi-Wan says. “Someday he’ll have to know.”
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“You’ve only just become acquainted with the boy. Had you tried to tell him the whole story today, that would’ve been a greater mistake than anything else you could’ve done. It would have planted seeds of…doubt, confusion, even anger, which could have led him down his father’s path.”
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With a touch of his old rakish humor, Obi-Wan adds, “Or he would’ve decided I was every bit as crazy as Owen always told him I was, and run along back home.”
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Qui-Gon knows that to have been a very real possibility, and the end to which that would’ve led. Luke would now be lying alongside the Larses.
—  A Certain Point of View - “Master and Apprentice” by Claudia Gray

Cas is twenty-six and has never been kissed. It’s never been a problem, but now his advisor is saying that his dissertation, a romance novel, is lacking a personal touch and won’t be liked by the board. With one day until it is due Cas is at wits end, but maybe his roommate, Dean, can give him a few pointers. 2.9k [AO3 Link]

“You love me?” Jo asked with wide, open eyes.

Anna nodded back timidly and tried to walk away, but Jo caught her arm before she could make her escape.

“How long? How long, Anna?” she demanded. “How long have you loved me?”

Anna may have been an angel, bright and powerful and able to smite Jo in an instant, but in that moment, the angel looked completely and utterly human. Her eyes were downcast and her lip was perched between her teeth. She looked terrified, which was beyond Jo. How could an angel of the Lord be terrified of a simple human like her?

“Ever since I pulled you from Hell,” she whispered. “When I touched your soul, it was the purest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. From that first caress of your being, I knew that I’d Fall for you, Jo. I just knew.”

“Anna…” Jo trailed off, because what the hell. How could an angel love her, a hunter? It didn’t make any sense, because angels hated hunters. The only reason Jo was topside was because she was a pawn in their games, and even though she thought Anna wasn’t like the others, she still had doubts at times. She thought that Anna was just putting up with her, that Jo’s love for the angel was unrequited.

“I should go,” Anna said as she turned on her heel. Her large, obsidian wings flew out, ready for flight.

Jo felt herself panic as Anna crouched down. She couldn’t let her angel leave, not after a confession like that one.

“No you don’t,” Jo said, reaching forward and turning Anna around. With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and

“Their lips…no. They touch one another with their mouths…no. They…uh…mack on one another for a long time…the end.” Cas pushed his laptop away and ran fingers through his hair, groaning. “This is impossible,” he muttered to himself, and brought his elbows up onto the table.

He’d rewritten the ending scene with Anna and Jo’s kiss a thousand times, but it never worked out. Professor Mills cited a lack of personal touch, and told him to base the kiss on his own experiences. “Add a little raunchiness, will ya?” she said to him with an upturned grin. He nodded and laughed along at the time, but now he was truly panicking. He was never going to finish his dissertation before tomorrow’s board presentation, and it would all be because he’s the only twenty-six year old on the planet who has never been kissed.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried before. Back in college, Cas was almost kissed a few times, the closest being when he was playing a drunken game of spin the bottle with his floormates. It landed on a girl named Meg, a feisty business major who was known for her escapades in the bedroom, but when she leaned in and tried to kiss him, he couldn’t do it. When Cas imagined his first kiss, it always was with someone he really cared about, not some girl from Edlund Hall that he barely knew.

“Yeah, wait until you find the perfect person to kiss. That’ll do you a lot of good,” Cas angrily muttered to himself as he pulled his computer back towards him. The cursor blinked back at him mockingly, and Cas carefully began typing.

“With a fire within her, Jo leaned in and grabbed Anna’s face-”

“No, no, no!” Cas cried out as he pounded on the keys. Even if he had no experience, why couldn’t he write this damn scene? Kissing was not rocket science, and he’s read enough romance novels in his life. Why can’t he just write a few lines and get it over with?

“Cas?”

He cringed when Dean’s voice hit his ears. The last thing he needed was his roommate seeing him all up in arms over this, especially since he was the one Cas had been trying to get the courage to kiss for years now. He quickly thought that if he wasn’t such a coward, then maybe he’d be able to not fail out of his dissertation.

“In my bedroom!” Cas called out, and began fruitlessly typing nonsense as Dean’s footsteps ricocheted off the hardwood floors, stopping when he reached Cas’s door.

“You okay?” Dean asked, and Cas turned around to see his friend leaning against the doorframe, lips turned up into a smirk as he toed the ground with his boot.

Perhaps it’s heightened by Cas’s troubles, but Dean looked even more handsome than usual. His jeans were rolled up at the bottom, revealing his ankles, and his white t-shirt was dirtied from his work shift at the garage. Combined with his playful gaze and his hands in his pockets, Cas felt himself blanching.

“Earth to Cas? You there, buddy?” Dean said as nodded in his direction.

Cas blinked owlishly a few times before going back to his laptop. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to finish my dissertation.”

Dean walked over to his computer and peered over Cas’s shoulder. He could feel Dean’s breath on his neck, and it took everything in him to not turn his head and close the distance between them. It would be the perfect moment to get experience-

“Wow, this sucks,” Dean snorted, and alas, the moment was broken.

Cas glared up at Dean and pushed away from his desk. “You think it’s crappy? I’m presenting this to the board tomorrow,” Cas reminded him with emphasis. “And you decide to tell me now that it’s crappy?”

Dean held up his hands and backed away into the bed. He plopped down and replied, “Crappy isn’t the right word. It’s just…lacking. Jo grabbed Anna’s face and kissed her until they broke apart tells me nothing,” he said, quoting the last thing Cas wrote down. “I want to read about what the kiss felt like for Jo, you know?”

Cas took a deep breath and took a seat next to Dean. He folded his hands in his lap and glanced out the window, then asked the question that had been on his mind all day. “What does it feel like to be kissed, Dean?”

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