Паршивые фанфикеры добрались до тэга "Канан Джаррус" на Ао3. За последние несколько месяцев одна хрень за исключением пары-другой моих любимых редкостей. :бурчит: Запретить детям смотреть Ребелсов.

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www.arealme.com/left-right-brain/ru/

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Хэмилл. Ты мой хороший. :с гордостью:
yonicfever.tumblr.com/post/159604054994/letdieg...

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На оф. сайте 25 годовщины СМ красивые планетки.
www.sailormoon-official.com/25th/

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Хвостатые ужасы с утра пораньше.

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1) Те ржаные печеньки восхитительны. Да. Все время искал такую закуску, которую можно было бы пожевать в любое время дня и ночи, чтобы она была сладкая и одновременно solid. И они продаются в высокой и плотной круглой баночке!!

2) Сорри, фанфик. Это тот, который самый необычный.

They went. Another group of droidekas met them on their way back down the corridor. They looked comically surprised at the group of them, now almost doubled in size, in the instant before Ventress engaged. He couldn't see her face through the helmet, but her fierce joy was loud enough; her eyes were certainly glowing. The droidekas went down, one-two-three-four.

Kix whistled. "Has she gotten better?"

"Not appreciably," he said.

"Not by Skywalker standards," agreed Ventress. "But those are crazy."

"Have you met him?" asked Rex.

"Children," he said. "Eyes up."

"And why are you making me do all the work, anyway?" asked Ventress, as they proceeded on down the corridor.

"You're having fun," he said. "I didn't want to interrupt."

She snorted, but it wasn't like she could actually disagree with him. "Pick up the slack, Naberrie," she said instead.

"This is so kriffing weird," said Dogma.

"Weirder for me than for you," he said. "Last I remember you were all dead."

"Later, he's going to hug you," Alpha-17 informed them.

"So weird," repeated Dogma.

3) И вот сейчас я как пойду спать! Мне ничто не помогает, если надо вставать в полседьмого, как сегодня - я потом весь день зеваю, как ребенок. )) Поэтому шанс выспаться этой ночью просто прекрасен. ^____^

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Дааа. Май бейбу.

“You seem distracted, Master Cody,” Palpatine said, catching his eye and giving him a tense smile. Emerging a little hurriedly from the Force, Obi-Wan smiled back. He had to admit, he was taking great pleasure in seeing the man floundering as he tried to correlate what he was sensing with what he could see.

“Not distracted so much as tired… I’m not as young as I used to be I’m afraid,” he deadpanned.

Anakin turned to join their conversation, exasperation flooding their bond. He could practically hear his former padawan complaining to Cody and Rex… “The Sith Master, Rex! He sassed the Sith Master!”

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Я подписан на такое количество фанфиков, что мне иногда надо перечитывать, чтобы вспомнить, о чем оно было и чем оно мне так запало. Но самое смешное случается, когда ты долго втыкаешь в описание и тэги и наконец понимаешь, что это тот самый фанфик, который ты ждал больше всего.

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Ккккккклоны. Damn.

“Zee? He’s got a Name?”

Hardcase looks over his shoulder at the little one still clinging to his back. The boy he had pulled from the mines over a week ago has not let go of Hardcase since. Even Kix has given up trying to pry him loose and has just treated him as best as he could while he clung to Hardcase. He shrugs. “Well, he weighs about as much as my Z-6 canon and he doesn’t have a Name that he’s willing to tell me or can remember, so I thought Zee would work for now.”

Redeye leans around trying to make eye contact with Hardcase’s passenger, but the boy simply scoots sideways to avoid him.

“And he’s much better than my canon. I don’t have to hold on to him or anything. He holds on to me,” Hardcase says proudly.

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1) Фанфик.

2). Фанфик.

3) Фанфик.

When he sees who is leading the entourage, unthinkingly he lets go of Satine’s arm and nearly bolts out of a window. The Duchess tries to grab him, but it is Quinlan Vos yelling Obi-Wan’s name that has him freezing guiltily, a few steps from freedom.

“Oh, let him run, Quin,” Asajj Ventress practically purrs from where she stands beside Knight Vos. “I’ve missed the sight of Jedi running in fear since the war has stopped.”

Obi-Wan’s shoulders tighten and he whirls around. While Mandalore may be a peaceful planet, he is not going to let such an insult pass, especially not from a Sith politician! “As I recall, it was you who turned tail to run at the first hint of trouble.”

“Really? That’s not what I remember.”

“Then I suggest you seek medical attention for your spotty memory, my darling,” he snaps back at her.

“My darling?” Satine and Quinlan echo together. Obi-Wan flushes, kicking himself for forgetting he has an audience and it is not Anakin.

Quinlan looks ready to burst out laughing, his eyes dancing with the possibility of years of teasing. Satine looks deeply unimpressed, her eyes flashing under her arched brows.

“Come, come,” Ventress says with a throaty laugh. “You must allow the great Negotiator his little games.” She takes Quinlan’s arm. “You know how he is. He only ever flirts with his enemies. He saves his venom, cold shoulders, and arguing for those he loves. Haven’t you seen the way he is with Skywalker?”

Quinlan is now snickering. “Does that mean you love me too, Obi-Wan? I can’t deny you look much improved without the beard.”

“Now look here, Anakin was my Padawan and he is happily–" he bites his tongue before he says more, but it is too late. He runs a hand over his face. Anakin is going to kill him!

“Happily, what?” Satine says urgently, moving forward, having caught Obi-Wan’s slip. “Happily . . . married? A Jedi, married?”

He wants to say no, of course not. Jedi don’t get married. Jedi are forbidden from marriage. Marriage is attachment. Attachment is forbidden. It is dangerous.

But he sees hope in her eyes, burning like a candle and cannot bring himself to snuff it out with a lie.

But is it his secret to tell? He thinks of Anakin and Padme together, his former Padawan so blatantly lovesick Obi-Wan is frequently embarrassed on his behalf, (though Padme finds Anakin’s devotion adorable).

Obi-Wan thinks about the fact that while he and the Order didn’t realize that Anakin was more than just partial to Padme, (and given how obvious it was in hindsight, it is a miracle the Sith Master hadn’t exterminated the Order years ago in their obliviousness), the 501st obviously knew. When they had left Coruscant on the Resolute, the clones traveling with them didn’t bat an eye at the Senator or the children staying in Anakin’s quarters. Palpatine sending assassins after Padme and the babies meant he knew.

He looks over at Ventress, who is smirking. She already knows the truth. She is watching him like a hawk to see if he hides behind the Code, if he lies, ready to tear into him like a coward if he does.

But even if everyone in the galaxy other than the Order has already discovered the truth about Anakin and Padme, he still owes his brother and sister-in-law some modicum of discretion!

He clears his throat and says, “I can neither confirm nor deny that any Jedi of the Order is happily married at the present and celebrating the birth of twin children.”

Satine’s face lights up with joy. “Twins!” she exclaims. “Oh, Padme!” And Obi-Wan winces. Of course, even Satine can figure out who Anakin married in under five seconds. She scowls suddenly and punches Obi-Wan in the arm. “I need to send congratulations and a gift, and a belated wedding present. There are traditions that must be observed! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Obi-Wan rubs his shoulder, ignoring the laughter from Vos and Ventress. “For a pacifistic you are so prone to violence, Duchess. And I haven’t told you anything about anyone. I admit nothing,” he says with a wounded sniff.

Quinlan shakes his head. “Damn, I don’t know how straight laced High Councilor Kenobi managed to train a Jedi like Skywalker, but I think Master Jinn would’ve been proud.”

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They sat in silence for a while, simply sipping at their tea, before Obi-Wan took the plunge, setting his cup down rather more harshly than normal to draw their attention.

"I think we need to address the bantha in the room." He looked pointedly at both of them, "Anakin, you know attachment is forbidden."

Anakin shrugged, "So what? From what I've heard you've had a plethora of girlfriends."

Obi-Wan spluttered harshly, "Anakin! I. No. That's. Only three! Maybe. Perhaps. Ugh."

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#Анакин

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1) Уютненько погостил, повозился с чужими цветочками, доволен. ^____^ Маршрутка больше часа туда катила! И самое впечатляющее, что без пересадок. От того дома был прямой автобус, и отсюда есть транспорт, так странно. )

2) Сегодня было +18 и пыльная буря! ))) Народ кто в беретиках и куртках, кто с коротким рукавом (я). Забавно, вообще я мерзляк, но раздеваюсь всегда первым. Потому что много хожу, а когда ходишь, сразу жарко. Ну и ветер теплым был. )

3) Метаксу пили. Очень даже вкусная вещь, жаль здоровье не позволяет наслаждаться! И еще нашел интересные печеньки. У нас последнее время появилась куча хлебцев и сухариков, думаю, сказывается близость к скандинавам, это они всегда имеют дело с разнообразными сухими пластинками. Но они все или безвкусные, или в крайнем случае соленые. А тут я углядел "ржаное хлебное печенье", сладковатые плоские кружочки. Наконец-то я нашел идеальную штуку. ^____^

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Ну вот, другое дело, пять извещений - и все главы фанфиков! :доволен: :был доволен, пока не вспомнил, что через час катит в гости: Блин. )))))

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Почему-то я верю, что вот кто-кто, а Оби мог. Вляпаться. На Мортисе.

archiveofourown.org/works/8515357

Anakin stares at him speculatively and then says, “You glow brighter when you’re happy, Master.”

“There is much joy in the Force, my former Padawan,” he says, with lofty sarcasm.

Anakin grins. “I’ll come back soon,” he promises.

It’s only when Anakin actually has one foot on the ramp that Obi-Wan clears his throat loudly.

Anakin knows this sign and pauses.

“How is the war going?” Obi-Wan asks softly.

Anxiously.

Anakin doesn’t answer right away but that’s because Anakin does him the courtesy of not lying.

“Well,” he says, “We’re spread thin and we’ve lost some good people, but we’re recovering ground. It’s only a matter of time.”

Obi-Wan feels himself dim slightly.

“You know,” Anakin says lightly, and grins, “I’m not surprised at all you ended up being an embodiment of Light, Master.”

And then he leaves.

And Obi-Wan doesn’t get to respond to such an outrageous statement in the way it deserves.

He watches the ship take off, and keeps watching until it’s safely out of the atmosphere – mostly because things tend to go wrong when Anakin is behind the controls and no one’s trying to shoot him down – and then he goes to practice being a solar gryphon in the meadows.

It’s an enlightening experience.

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Ржал.

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Блиииин, нет ничего хуже обманутых ожиданий! Пришел, смотрю, куча извещений на почте, ну, думаю, почитаю сейчас фанфики. Это оказались сообщения об отключении электричества, и ни одного извещения с Ао3.

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Кстати, никогда не мог соционически оттипировать Оби. Ну, это не самое важное в жизни, а для людей/персонажей с 3Э так вообще граничит с невозможным, потому что именно Эмоция открывает, что происходит у человека внутри, что дает в свою очередь информацию о способах восприятия мира, что, собственно, и есть предмет соционики. А Оби... ну, такой Оби, что чем больше сезонов Войн Клонов смотришь, тем больше озадачиваешься. Иногда его переклинивает в совершенно неожиданных местах, в тех особенно, которые никак с ним лично не связаны, где он совершенно ничего поделать не может, тогда как объективное давление - и то, что он считает личными неудачами - воспринимаются едва ли не стоически. Будто бы личное чувство вины, которое Оби считает, что имеет право испытывать, его поддерживает. А если ситуация совершенно вне контакта с ним лично, вот тут и начинаются парадоксы. Этика плюс интуиция. Блин. Take it and roll with it.

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1) Что я делаю. Купил головку свеженького, еще не высохшего израильского чеснока и сижу ее грызу. Вместе со шкуркой. Шкурка в ней самое вкусное. Меня вылечат?

2) Obi-Wan is Professionally Depressed. Тэг на Ао3. Еще Anakin literally shouts himself into a heart attack. И ремарка автора, this is...not exactly happy?? i'm so sorry. Да. Appropriate. Только зачем извиняться авторам, если Рако Хардина может переварить только Лукас и его команда? :хихикнул:

3) Синичка-лазоревка нашла в нашей кирпичной стене дырку и периодически туда ныряет. Неужели там есть место для гнезда?..

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Obi-Wan really needed to meditate.

Which was why he could absolutely be forgiven for literally running face first into his time-traveled, older self as Ben Kenobi made what could only be described as a hasty retreat from the ship’s commissary.

Neither of them fell over, but it was a near thing. Obi-Wan winced as he rubbed his smarting forehead. They both stared at each other awkwardly for some moments before a belated “Sorry,” came in unison. Ben’s mouth pressed into a thin line, though that did little to hide his mirth, and Obi-Wan found himself giving a small smile in response. “What has Master done now?” He could sense his – their – Master in the commissary with someone, and in all he seemed… rather pleased, which would typically be no great cause for alarm. The fact that Master Qui-Gon’s enthusiasm had sent any version of Obi-Wan (And it was still so strange, to know that this man was him, but not.) fleeing the scene, however, did raise some concerns.

Ben groaned, and cast a half-hearted glare over his shoulder in the direction of the commissary. “Master Qui-Gon has found a like mind and sympathetic ear. They have been discussing the many flaws of the Senate, the Order, and the relationship between the two, for over an hour now, and I fear they are only just getting started.” Obi-Wan echoed the groan, but frowned in confusion when he caught Ben’s expression turning almost wistful. “I had… I’d almost forgotten. How he was, like this.”

Obi-Wan struggled to find a response, only to find no adequate words. The mere thought of losing Maser Qui-Gon as Ben had shook the younger man to his core, and he instinctively reached out along his training bond even though he could sense his Master in the next room without it. (A cold feeling settles in his chest, when he thinks of how often he must have done this, after Master Qui-Gon’s death, only to find the dead remains of a once thriving bond.) Master Qui-Gon responded, and his gentle reassurance was enough to settle Obi-Wan on a response.

“Did we come to be so nostalgic of all of Master’s habits?” Ben turned back to him, and Obi-Wan adopted an expression of mock horror. “Please tell me we haven’t actually missed the adoption of all the pathetic life-forms?” Ben’s eyes widened, and then he was almost doubled over with laughter, leaning against the wall for support. Obi-Wan could practically feel a layer of tension leaving Ben as he laughed, and his own face gained a happy little grin at that. Good. Ben had been far too wound up ever since they met.

Once Ben’s laughter died down, though his eyes still had a happy little crinkle at their corners and a smile tugged at his lips, he stated, “No, not quite yet. Though we shall, unfortunately, have to allow Master to adopt a pathetic life-form on this mission.” Obi-Wan blinked once, and true horror flashed across his face.

“What?” he asked, accent thickening in the face of true confusion and astonishment.

“In fact,” Ben continued, as though he had not just suggested utter blasphemy, “we should not only allow Master Qui-Gon to adopt this particular pathetic life-form, we should encourage it.”

… Perhaps losing Master Qui-Gon had driven Ben mad. “Why,” he asked, his Core accent strained at the very thought of actively encouraging Master Qui-Gon’s propensity to find the saddest organism in his vicinity and insist that it required his personal care and attention.

“Because the pathetic life-form in question is our former Padawan.”

Obi-Wan blinked. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Blinked again. Finally he gestured vaguely behind him, towards the droid bay, where the former Padawan in question was tinkering away at the astromech designated R2-D2. “You mean,” he held his other hand down towards the floor, as though measuring a youngling’s height, “he is -?” Ben took hold of his hand and raised it closer to his hip before nodding.

“Yes.”

Another vague gesture, this time towards the commissary. “And Master Qui-Gon -?” Another nod.

“Yes.”

A more frantic gesture between the two of them. “And we -?!” An amused snort and an eye roll.

“As usual.”

Obi-Wan didn’t know how to describe the noise he made, other than ‘distress’. “Why?”

Ben looked him dead in the eye and said, “The short answer.”

Oh.

Right.

A laugh interrupted them before Obi-Wan could respond. He turned to find one of the Queen’s Handmaidens behind him, struggling to regain her composure, and Obi-Wan felt a blush creep up his neck as he realized how ridiculous their conversation must have looked.

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