Thought About This Again. Kind Of Amazing How We’re All Just Chasing Ways To Duplicate How This Scene

Obikin - World Between Worlds

Imagine this, if you will, a universe in which Anakin is brutally killed. He dies never knowing how much Obi-Wan loved him, because Obi-Wan never told him. His master never admitted how deep his attachment and fondness for his padawan went. How proud he was of him, how highly he thought of him, how much he loved him more than anything. Obi-Wan has to see his beloved Anakin die and know that he died never knowing any of that. Anakin died thinking his master cared about him in a more basic way, and Obi-Wan is swallowed whole with regret and sorrow.

It’s a regret he cannot live with. A world without Anakin is not one Obi-Wan can live with.

He leaves the Jedi Order, everything behind, with only one goal: to get Anakin back. The darkness offers him power in ways the light never could, methods and ways to possibly get him what he wants. He accepts the help willingly, exhausting every effort and getting rid of every obstacle in his way.

Eventually, his tunnel vision goal, the only reason for his continued existence, gets him to the World Between Worlds.

He walks down the passages of starlight searching and searching and searching. Looking into the doorways and not finding what he’s searching for. After all this time, after all he’s done, and he gets nothing for it?!

Just as he debated taking his red saber and ending his journey, he sees another figure down the path facing him.

Anakin. One with some grey in his hair and vibrant gold in his eyes. Tattered and tired and ruthless and goal-driven. Obi-Wan knows because he sees the same thing in the mirror every day.

It’s an Anakin that had lost his Obi-Wan.

And here, they meet.

The best thing in the world—chaos.

Love the nod to the original series here. He wishes he can be in the other world where life ain’t so bad.

This scene is crazy. The crazy devotion, the art, the emotion.

Then to have a full color page of the scene!!!! I love this so much!!!

Trying to do this again. Ways to support me.

Hello, my name is Caleb, and I am a disabled trans guy from the global south. I am indigenous southeast Asian.

I have chronic pain, and I am the sole caretaker of three other disabled people. I currently work three jobs, and am desperate for help. All three of my jobs are not stable income, as two depend on me having clients.

My mom and dad are both chronically ill, and both need battalions of meds like insulin, rosuvastatin, b complex to prevent seizures, and so much more (my mom is a survivor of a sepsis attack that resulted in a few minutes of brain death that caused nerve damage. She is a full time wheelchair user, and my dad's heart needs maintenance medicine) my parents medicine alone costs around 700-1000 usd per month- meds alone. And I still have to pay the electricity, water, internet for my work, my sisters tuition fees,.. etc.. for commissions I make around 750 usd, and then another 50-150 usd when folk tip.. I partially lose some of them because in southeast Asia, PayPal takes a small percentage each transaction, and then again for conversion, and then again as a fee when I transfer money to my bank... for my industry work, I've only made 10k usd for work worth three years now, and this is money am not even able to spend, because my contract has a morality clause, which means, if my publisher randomly decides to drop me or the author, I will have to return every penny I make, even if I have already drawn 390 pages of the comic..

I have been workinh so much I only have 4 hours worth of sleep per day for nearly 10 days now.. have no idea what to do.... I have not been able to work on my personal projects, all I want is to be able to play video games and work on my comic and talk to my friends and partner..

For three days now, my dad has been having symptoms that are worrying. Back of his neck is hurting, and his blood pressure is high, and his words when he speaks is slurred. He is afraid, and he is the only person in our household who does most of the housework. I would absolutely love to scrape by enough to get him to arrange a Dr's appointment tomorrow.. and everything else.. wiggle room until I can open again commissions for February. Sorry again, and I hope things work out for everyone.

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the thing that gets me about about barbie is that barbie land wasn’t even purposefully a matriarchy, barbie land came about because of the way little girls were playing with their barbies, it wasn’t created by mattel it was created by the people using the toys, so the fact that the barbies ignored the ken’s and had girls night every night wasn’t because they had some bias against him, it was just an accurate depiction of how kids play with barbies. I had some ken dolls as a child and they were essential to the plot in the sense that of course my barbie has a boyfriend because that represented the world i saw around me, but also he didn’t have any purpose in my dream world because i was only interested in what the girls were doing because they represented me and how i wanted to be, I wanted girls night every night I wanted the girls to be president and austronauts and not because of some inherent feminist idea but because I was a girl and I wasn’t thinking about boys, ken was an accessory. this movie wasn’t made to change the world but it showed a different perspective than what we usually see which I thought was fun. Men don’t have to be the centre of all our stories and its not even because we hate them, sometimes we’re just not thinking about them

*bored at a Wayne gala*

Tim: Anybody have any game ideas?

Dick: Let's play the question game!

Jason: NO! Do NOT listen to him.

Duke: What's the question game?

Dick: Two people have a conversation but only in questions. The first person to say a normal sentence loses- but couldn't you have figured it out?

Damian: That does not sound difficult.

Jason: He is unnaturally good at this stupid game. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Dick: It's not that bad is it? So who's up first?

Jason: Run away, little pigs. Run away while you still can.

Steph: Could I give it a go?

Dick: I don't know? Could you?

Steph: You're pretty confident aren't you?

Dick: Any reason I shouldn't be?

Steph: Remind me: your old outfit was butt-ugly, right?

Duke: Isn't that a little...personal?

Steph: Quiet, you. Wait, no, hang on-

Jason: Ooooh, sorry, Steph!

Steph: Duke distracted me! That's cheating!

Dick: Would you like a rematch?

Tim: Wait, wait. Let me give this a try.

Dick: You want to try, Tim?

Tim: Why not?

Dick: Let me know when you're ready?

Tim: I'm ready.

Jason: Short and sweet.

Dick: Anyone else? Jason?

Jason: Hell no- I've lost enough of my life to this dumb game.

Dick: What about you, Damian? You want to give this a try?

Damian: Well, wouldn't that be the next logical step?

Dick: Who said this was a logical game?

Damian: Were you the one who told Bruce to limit my animal adoption rates?

Dick: And what if I was?

Damian: Would you not feel betrayed?

Dick: Would you not like me to act in your own interest?

Damian: Is that a real question?

Dick: Is that an incredibly weak response?

*several hours later*

Damian: But have I proved my point?

Dick: Can we agree to disagree?

Duke: Dick, how long is this going to go on for?

Jason: Hours...days. Months doesn't seem unreasonable.

Tim: Speaking from experience?

Jason: You have no idea.

my favorite piece of modern art is Ai Weiwei’s Sunflower Seeds, over one hundred million hand-painted ceramic sunflower seeds made by dozens of craftsmen

“Obi-Wan picked up Anakin’s lightsaber. He lifted his own as well, weighting them in his hands. Anakin had based his design upon Obi-Wan’s. So similar they were. “