Antis: Look how morally pure I am! Only shipping sfw Klance & wlw ships unlike those disgusting shallies & homophobic kallurans! I’m such a good fandom mom!
Also Antis: -looks up obscure fetish porn of airplanes, eye-gore pics & photoshopped cat dick pics to post them directly into the shaladin tags-
The Same Antis: Exposing minors to gross porn & gore is such a morally pure thing to do! We’re such responsible people! Also, friendly reminder that you’re all pedophiles, the show is run by pedophiles & -insert generic death threat-!
Still The Same Antis: What do you mean that antis harass people? When have we ever done that? It must have been a lying shaladin! You have no proof! Antis have NEVER made fake blogs to harass people before! Fairymatsu is a shaladin!
I am not from the part of the spideypool fandom that ships current 15 year old Tom Holland’s Peter Parker with 30 or something old Ryan Reynolds’ Wade Wilson. I like to ship them as an older Peter (18 or 21 like Holland actually is) or an aged down Wade (25 or less, preferably less) or even both is the best option. Using Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man is also one of my options.
However, if you do this, if you harass the part of the fandom that ships the ship as it is now, fuck you. Contrary to major belief, some people ship these ships to deal, be it with past traumas or other things. Some people need these ships as a way to escape. They are not pedophiles, they are not freaks, Jesus fuck.
“Use comic Peter, he’s in his 30s!” That defeats the purpose. Like I said, some people deal with stuff by reading this. Besides, who the fuck are you to judge what the fuck people read?
On a final note, this. Is. FICTION. Nobody condones this in real life! Like, writers also touch murder and crimes like it’s nothing, and nobody bats an eye. But you lose your shit over this?
Here, let me spell it out for you: F - I - C - T - I - O - N.
Once again, I do not condone this. I am very uncomfortable with current Peter involved with current Wade. I use my imagination to change their ages.
You have the right to dislike this. You have the right to be disgusted. But you don’t have the right to disrespect people for what they read.
Repeat: IT’S FICTION + YOU DON’T HAVE THE RIGHT TO DISRESPECT PEOPLE FOR WHAT THEY READ.
omygoshomygoshomygosh!! I love the senator Anakin and slave obi verse. I want so much love from this fic, and not necessarily romantic, just take care of you and enjoy your new status and discover what freedom means kind of love. I don't know, Padme is going to spoil him rotten/love him too when she sees the slavery first hand again XD (and was that a hint of jedi/padawan training we saw there?!) Thanks!! P.S. Hope your vacation was wonderful!
He hasn’t been hiding Obi-Wan away at all. The former slave sits in
his office, on the couch with the mobile computer or naps on it if
he’s tired, obvious to anyone who peeks in.
He’s brought Obi-Wan to clothes shops and to restaurant along with
Padme and Bail, introducing the copper haired man to the latter.
Anakin has also been in contact with the media, given his interview
on what happened and about Obi-Wan, how Obi-Wan has prior records and
that they are only waiting for copies to be sent to Anakin so they
can go along with the petition.
It still takes an amazing long time before the Jedi temple is
But when it does, the response surprises even Anakin.
Because its not just information sent his way, its the Grandmaster of
the Jedi order himself that shows up in his office.
Obi-Wan, dressed in his soft tunic and leggings, look up from the
computer in surprise, looking to the doorway before he slowly puts
the computer away, gnawing on his bottom lip.
“Obi-Wan?” Anakin paused in his work, a new legislation he was
going to propose for the Senate to crack down on the slavery in the
“We…We’re about to have guests.” The former slave offered
quietly, a bit nervously but then again, Obi-Wan was often nervous.
Though lately a wry and dry sort of sassy wit had been making its
appearance when Obi-Wan felt safe and comfortable.
“Gue-” His comm rang and Anakin glanced at the other before
“Grandmaster Yoda and a few Jedi are here to see you Senator
‘…Oh…OH!’ Anakin stood quickly. “Please let them in.”
He moved to Obi-Wan who quietly slid behind him, half hiding.
“Hey, its alright Obi-Wan. I’m sure they aren’t here to do
anything towards you. They are Jedi, peacekeepers.” Anakin turned while he assured
softly, holding the other by his upper arms and rubbing slowly.
“I know, I know…I just…” Obi-Wan looked down, biting his lips
hard as the blond stared down at his hair.
“You’re ashamed.” It wasn’t a question as much as a
statement. Sometimes Anakin just knew what others were thinking or
feeling and he tugged the other in under his chin, hugging him. “Hey,
you have nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing, you survived a difficult
situation and now you’re here, ready to try again in the world.”
He murmured softly.
He felt Obi-Wan tremble a bit before the copper haired man nodded. “I
just… Master Yoda used to teach me sir. He knew me. But the me he
knew…the boy…the Obi-Wan he knew…doesn’t exists anymore.”
Obi-Wan took a step back, breathing shakily. “I just…I’m not
who they remember. And I don’t know what they want.”
Anakin would have answered but at that moment the door swished open
and the Grandmaster of the order stood there with Mace Windu and
Obi-Wan firmly kept his eyes on his shoes even as Anakin’s hands
fell of his upper arms.
“Gentlemen, welcome, we didn’t expect Jedi visitors.” Anakin
stepped forward even as the three made their way into his office.
Obi-Wan shifted to remain behind him and Anakin could almost imagine
the way he was picking at his own sleeve.
“Unusual the situation was. Surprising…and welcome.” The little
green troll offered before moving around the blond to meet Obi-Wan’s
green eyes. “Good to see you it is Obi-Wan.” He lifted a three
fingered hand up towards him.
The copper haired man froze before slowly and hesitantly kneeling
down, letting the Jedi touch his face. Gentle fingers touched his
cheek. “Master.” He offered quietly as the other petted his
“Grown you have Obi-Wan. Relieved to see you alive. Only apologies
I have.” The others face fell as he stroked the others bearded
“Apologies?” Obi-Wan meet the others eyes properly, surprise in
“Alone you should not have been sent. Many changes after you
disappeared happened. No youngling alone anymore goes.” Yoda
shifted his cane and pointed at the tall man Obi-Wan only vaguely
remembered. “Master of the Initiates master Jinn is now, escorts
Initiates to corps or home he now does. Takes care of them and
listens to them. Good for him taking care of preteens has been.”
The long haired master bowed a bit, eyes almost hungerly taking in
the copper haired man features. There was no malice in it though,
Obi-Wan knew that. No, there was a sense of guilt, of relief of
seeing Obi-Wan alive and mostly well.
Obi-Wan blinked and looked back to Yoda. “That…sounds good.
Initiates won’t be so scared then.” He whispered quietly.
“I don’t mean to be…breaking up the moment.” Anakin finally
offered, recognizing Obi-Wan’s nervousness and the start of his
unease. “But the documents I requested, Obi-Wan’s prior records?”
“I have them.” Master Windu handed an information chip to the
Senator. “All copies you will need, records that will need to be
updated to current. Everything.” Anakin accepted the chip and
quickly moved to the desk, slotting it in.
“Yes…Yes this is going to go a long way.” He murmured, eyes
taking in the information. “I can clip this to the papers…and get
them sent in…and the medical folder can be updated…” He
muttered to himself. Obi-Wan blinked and stood, once again walking on
the pad of his feet and on his toes as he moved to the desk, a slight
twirl allow him to turn enough to look.
Behind him, the Jedi’s had all noticed the abbreviation in walking
style and its implication. Behind him Yoda had closed his eyes
tightly at its implication before letting go of his emotions at the
view of Obi-Wan still alive. He could still live.
“Visit the temple you can.” He instead offered and Obi-Wan looked
to him, startled.
“Friends you still have in the temple. If willing you are.”
“I…I don’t know…I’m not…” The copper haired man looked
away. “…I’m not the one they remember.”
“But enough to see you alive perhaps would be. Rekindled old
friendship perhaps. Or just to visit an old man for tea.” The green troll
smiled gently at him. Obi-Wan hesitated before smiling slightly in
return. “Perhaps…I can do that.”
Tonight is INK ALL THE THINGS. I am drawing all my friends “gemsonas” (Moonstone is ionlydogpaddle, Apatite is shatterlandsart), because Steven Universe has brought a breath of inspiration and positivity into my life, and a fan art for teafortrolls, and some faerie creatures for my book. It’s been a good day. I feel my muse peeking back.