This Would Have So Cool In Canon.

this would have so cool in canon.

I know we all want Obi-Wan and Padmé to be best friends and talk about Anakin’s shenanigans behind his back but what about Obi-Wan and Padmé straight up having a Cold War?

Okay, so this is all just for drama fueled fanfic purposes as I am Gossip Girl trash at heart so don’t take this too seriously

Obi-Wan already kinda does not trust Padmé as we kinda see in Attack of The Clones as he warned Anakin that Padmé was a politician

And he probably just see Padmé as being an obstacle for Anakin to reach his full potential as a Jedi

And please correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t Obi-Wan send Padmé to Naboo to break it off with Anakin but they married instead? In Legends?

And what if in turn Padmé does not trust the Order and what if after the whole Deception Arc, she starts to dislike Obi-Wan because of the pain he had put Anakin through

Like we all know Anakin probably complained and cried to Padmé when all that crap was going on

And she slowly resents them more and more, with the added Temple Bombing Arc with how they did to Ahsoka

Like both of them blame the other for Anakin’s growing darkness

Both of them wouldn’t flat out say they hate each other I mean they are the most collected people in the prequels

Also they wouldn’t want to upset Anakin even more because they see how Anakin needed both of them

But it is just glares and smiles that don’t reach their eyes

They would be too busy thinking the other is the enemy...while Palpatine is right there

And in the end both of them get screwed over by the person they were protecting the most, Anakin

Tumblr's algorithm is fucking hilarious. Three times in a row I was recommended to follow antianakin's blog. You are making it hard for me to avoid things i don't want to see and to curate my fandom experience, Tumblr.

What is the lesson of Star Wars?

A. Love can save anyone, even someone who is so submitted to the most banal evils. All that is needed to complete a single act of good is the knowledge that you have someone to selflessly love.

B. Government is useless, so the best way to deal with Nazis is to shoot or stab them yourself with lasers.

C. Don't blame the actors; blame the writers and directors.

Reblog below what you think the answer is! :)

"Anakin feared himself, justly or unjustly. But Padme… She wasn't afraid. It wasn't that she didn't see the power he wielded; it was that she saw nothing within that was worthy of her fear."

This is such a good point, and something that disappears in a lot of Anidala meta. Anakin is petrified of himself; he's anxious, afraid and has such a negative self-perception that it's almost impossible that no one has really notices. Padme is the one who sees the good in him, not even Obi-Wan has such a strong conviction in Anakin's goodness.

Anakin and Padme

There was always something about Anakin that unnerved other Jedi -- that unnerved even people who knew nothing about the Force. There was something other about him that set off alarm bells in the back of their minds, no matter how kind he was, no matter how much they considered him a friend. There was something that warned them that he wasn't quite like them. That there were shades of another realm to him. Not immortal -- not quite -- but certainly not normal. Certainly not entirely tangible.

When prompted, they would almost always say it was his eyes. It should have been other things: his power in the Force, the terror that he became in a battle, the uncanny way he sometimes knew what someone was going to say before they said it... But it was always the eyes.

They were blue, an ever changing shade of it. When he smiled, they sparkled a bright cerulean, like a summer sky. When he cried -- this was rare -- they deepened to an indigo that looked like spilt paint. Perhaps the most terrifying color came when he was angry. Then his eyes would become a stormy blue black that turned his irises into the ocean, right before it unleashed its fury on an unsuspecting coastline. Everyone who met him was thankful that his rage was only ever meted out on his enemies -- it was only the wicked who beheld those eyes. Often, it was the last sight they saw before they died.

He had eyes like deep water. That was what everyone said. Sometimes they were still and calm; other times they were a raging hurricane. But no matter what, there was always the sense of depth and power hidden behind the dark circles of his pupils. An eldritch unknowableness that caught people off balance, like a wave overwhelming them and sweeping them off their feet. Looking into his eyes sometimes was to be reminded of the fear that lurked at the back of every mortal's mind when they stood at the edge of an ocean. The fear of something so far beyond yourself. Of something so much older and more powerful than you could ever be, that was held in check by what? Ancient laws written into the fabric of the universe that had never been broken. There should be nothing to fear so long as you weren't in the path of the storm.

And yet. People stood at the precipice of the ocean or looked into Anakin's eyes and wondered -- wondered what it would take for the impossible to become possible. And what would happen after.

But Padme. Padme was different. Not because she was any more or less mortal than all the others. No. That wasn't it. The difference was that she was from Naboo. She was from a world painted green and blue, with almost more water than land. There, children swim before they can walk. Many are born into the water, lifted to the top of it by their mother's arms. They take their first breath with their heads lifted just above the lapping water.

Padme is no different. She swam first and crawled second. Learned to duck beneath the water before she learned how to run and jump. She raced waves to shore and dove beneath them before they crested, swimming downward into darkness fearlessly, until her fingers grazed the rocks and sand. She could hold her breath for minutes at a time, and learned how to keep her bearings even if a wave caught her and flipped her over and over until it capriciously slammed her against the seafloor and left her behind. Drowning held no terror to her, not even after an assassin tried to drown her when she was queen, stunning her as she swam and watching as she sank downward, only half conscious. It was Sabe who saved her, bearing up beneath the stunner blasts and dragging her to shore.

Padme didn't blame the water; she blamed the assassin. The ocean, the lake, and the river held no mysteries to her. There was nothing unknowable about them, for they were her childhood. She knew their quirks and flaws and characters. She knew the probing tug of an undertow against her legs, the dragging sensation of a riptide, and sinking exhaustion that came when you swam too far from the lakeshore. Pruned fingers and soaked, sunbaked hair were more familiar to her than anything else. To her, it was people that were dangerous and other. She had found more to be frightened of behind lying smiles and in poison laced drinks than beneath the rolling swells of the ocean.

Maybe this was the strangest thing: even Anakin himself wasn't immune to the fear that haunted him like a dead thing. He was a desert boy -- an Amavikka, born of sand and rock -- and raised beneath an endlessly, ruthlessly blue sky that knew nothing of rain, on a world that laughed at the idea of water, deep or otherwise. And even after he left Tatooine behind, he never lost the bone-crushing horror that gripped him the first time he saw the ocean. In private, he told Padme that he saw that deep blackness of it in his dreams, dragging him down, and when he caught him own eye in the mirror, he saw his dream made reality in the convolutions of his iris -- a tangled storm that whispered of danger.

Anakin feared himself, justly or unjustly. But Padme... She wasn't afraid. It wasn't that she didn't see the power he wielded; it was that she saw nothing within that was worthy of her fear. She knew the ways of the ocean, and she knew the ways of Anakin Skywalker.

Anakin Skywalker was deep water, but Padme Amidala had never been afraid of drowning.

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