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With how much I’m stressed about money I really need to find some🙏🏾

Yall better not be fuckin lyin to me.

!!!

Why chance it?

I got my money when i reblogged this last time.

Let’s go for round 2

Lord please 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

Papa needs a new coat

Okay hear me out; a Doctor Who and Jedi Apprentice crossover.

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Imagine this:

Lil baby Obi-Wan who has just been rejected by Qui-Gon, his last hope of becoming a Knight, is stuck at the station waiting for the ship to take him to the Agri Corps all alone.

He has nothing but a small bag on his shoulder and looks like he is about to break down crying. He is alone, fearful of what the future would hold and has not been out of the Temple without an adult before.

Obi-Wan is literally an abandoned child at the train station right now and anyone could and more then likely would take him easily.

Thankfully for Obi-Wan, a kind man and his companion come along and help Obi-Wan deal with a less than pleasant sentient being who would make a good credit selling a young boy.

This man smiles at him and offers his hand. Obi-Wan can almost feel the age and pain pouring off this man who looks completely human and wonders just who is was.

The only answer he gets is ‘The Doctor’, much to the mans companions amusement.

The companion introduces herself as Donna Noble and Obi-Wan could see the kindness and strong passion lurking underneath the woman’s sharp features and even sharper tongue.

The Doctor and Donna argue with each other as they take him to get ice-cream from a near by stall and do not scold him for asking for the one with alcohol in it.

They let him eat and talk and while in the back of his mind Obi-Wan knows that these two could be slavers or worse, he could not honestly bring himself to care. No one would miss him anyway.

He was a failure and no one had wanted him.

He said as much to the pair, not caring if he was adding the last piece of wood to his pyre.

The shock and horror he felt from the two of the was unexpected. The Doctor shook his head and grabbed his shoulder in a firm grip before looking him directly in the eyes. The age and experience in those eyes made Obi-Wan feel so small and insignificant.

But the words that came from the strange man brought tears to his eyes. No one had ever said anything so encouraging and kind to him.

He felt like he could do something with his life when The Doctor spoke. He felt like he mattered.

And maybe he did.

Donna was beside herself, she wanted to find whoever had put the idea that he was failure into his mind and punch them out.

When Obi-Wan said that it was no one other than himself, her face became soft and her eyes held a sadness that spoke volumes. It held an understanding that was only born from sharing the same feelings as another.

As he was gathered into a strong, warm embrace by the woman, Obi-Wan wondered quietly in the back of his mind if this was like to be held by a mother.

The Doctor and Donna ask where Obi-Wan is supposed to be going on the ship, and when he tells them he is being sent to be a farmer the offer him something he thought to be unimaginable:

The opportunity to travel through time and space with them.

The Doctor told him he could go anywhere and everywhere he could dream of, no matter what time of year and still be back in time to get on the ship.

He only waited half a minute before with a laugh of joy, jumping into The Doctor’s arms shout yes again and again; drawing attention from others.

Obi-Wan did not care about the looks he received. He was over joyed at the thought of doing something impossible with two strangers who had told him he was worth something and that he would be great someday.

As he walked towards the odd blue box hidden away in a corner, Obi-Wan felt a prick of a familiar presence behind him.

He looked over his shoulder and was surprised to see Master Jinn looking at him in confusion and oddly enough, worry.

Obi-Wan gave the older man a smile and wave before grabbing Donna’s hand and entering the strange blue box; he excitement and joy overwhelming any anger or sadness he may have felt seeing the Jedi Master again.

As the door to the box shut behind him, Obi-Wan thought he heard his name but shrugged it off.

It must have been the wind.

Smiling at The Doctor and Donna, Obi-Wan took his first step towards an adventure of a lifetime.

-okay I ended up writing a story rather then a summary. Not what I expected but yeah. Obi-Wan would have awesome cool adventures for a while and would go back to the space port where he had been missing for several months /oops on The Doctors part/ and Qui-Gon has been worried sick about him. After all, the Jedi Master had seen the boy enter a weird blue box that disappeared into thin air. Idk what happens next cause I haven’t thought that far but yeah. 9 and 10 are the best and I love them both. Along with sad baby Obi-Wan.-

Rebloging this because I am totally going to write this out. And I had completely forgotten that I wrote it in the first place.

Is it bad that I want to see Donna just rage at the Council for like two hours straight while The Doctor and Obi-Wan stand behind her, slurping some space slushies and being all oh we are NOT getting in that right now??

Also, ten bucks to anyone who writes The Doctor owning Yoda for age and being all: “emotions don’t make you weak you plank, stop telling these kids they’re not allowed to feel! THEY’RE LIVING THINGS AND LIVING THINGS FEEL! YOU’RE TRYING TO MAKE DALEKS YOU ASS”

And an extra ten bucks to anyone who has Obi-Wan tell the Council that they fucked up and dropped the ball, but that he was lucky because he met people who cared enough to make sure a child alone for the first time in his life was okay.

I just- *dies*

Ficlet is in the workings my friend!!

There is going to be a lot of parts. A lot. Because I wanna write his adventures out too. And I want Obi-Wan to come to Earth and explore other worlds with the Doctor and Donna.

The Doctor likes to point out to Yoda that he is more than ten years older than the small troll and that he is disgusted to see that he has fallen into such complacency and ignorance that he would allow a child to be left alone at a ship port believing that he is a failure.

Donna is going to rip the Council a new one. She is going to tear each and every one of them apart while holding onto Obi-Wan like a protective mother would.

Shimi Skywalker is going to punch Qui-Gon in the face. Straight up punch him. Shimi is quite cross that the little boy who helped save her was rudely and almost cruelly rejected by Qui-Gon when all the Jedi Master had to say ‘No, I am not looking for a Padawan right now. Sorry.’ Instead of his spiel about anger and desperation and how begging is beneath a Jedi.

Okay, this is not going to be a ficlet, who am I kidding.

Fuck it. I’m making this a series.

Blood Price - Sanjuno - Naruto [Archive of Our Own]

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A TobiMada fill for Prompts #1 and #7 that I had written by the middle of October but never got the chance to type up and post because that’s what happens when your Gandpapa’s Parkinson’s is in actually misdiagnosed hyper-aggressive Stage Four Cancer. Between the hospital visits and funeral arrangements you rarely have time to sit down at your computer for leisure activities, no matter how badly you may wish for the chance to escape for a bit.

Anyway, enjoy it, lovelies. After this shitty ass year we all deserve some nice things. I’m just doing my part.

Better late than never, eh?

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You NEED to read this.

What if - instead of Qui-Gon finding Anakin, it was Jango Fett? (I've been re-reading Jedi Shmi and

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Okay, bear in mind here that I haven’t read any of the books Jango is in, so my knowledge is entirely film and wiki.

So here’s a scenario (that got really long, wow). 

Jango ends up on Tatooine for a job and it goes south. Bad south. He’s injured and has no way to get to his ship hidden more than three days walk into the wastes.

He’s tucked into an alley, tearing up his undershirt to wrap the seeping leg wound he got slipping out of the hutt stronghold and wondering what the kriff he’s going to do.

“Are you okay?”

The voice comes out of NOWHERE and it’s only the fact that his hindbrain registered ‘tiny high voice = child?’ before the rest of his brain caught up, or the kid might have ended up splattered on the opposite wall. But it did. So while he does flinch, and his hand does drop to the blaster on the ground next to him, the kid doesn’t die.  

Kid’s a tiny thing, human, with sun paled hair and tanned skin. They eye Jango for a moment, clearly registering the threat, but their eyes drop to the torn flesh and cloth after a moment.

“That looks bad. Momma says it’s bad to leave cuts and stuff untreated. You’ve gotta wash it, even if it uses up some water, and it’s gotta have an-ti-sep-tic or it’ll get all hot and make you sick, or maybe even get all icky and you gotta get your leg chopped off.” The kid rambles bending down to look closer at the injury. 

Jango blinks, “I’ll be fine kid.” He finally says, because what else do you say?

The child shakes their head, frowning. “Anakin, not ‘kid’. You need to come with me. Mamma will fix it. You can’t stay out here. There’s a storm coming.”

Jango looks up into the utterly clear sky, “A storm? On Tatooine?”

Anakin giggles a little. “ Saaaand, not waaater. I ‘member seeing a waterstorm a looong time ago, before we came here, but water doesn’t fall like that here. Here it’s sand, and it’ll strip the paint off a hull and flesh off of bones in an hour.” The last is said with an air of repetition, as if it’s something the child has heard enough times to repeat word for word. They reach out a hand and grab at the hand Jango doesn’t have resting on a weapon.

Jango thinks about it for a moment before going with his gut. He lets himself be pulled up by the surprisingly strong little brat. The slave quarter is massive here in Mos Espa, and will probably take a while for the hutts goons to search, given that some of the owners would be a bit irate if the local toughs started tossing the place and possibly damaging valuable property.

And while he’s got plenty of medical gear in his ship, right now the damn thing might as well be in Alderaan. He’s got a bloody leg, broken ribs, and a couple of tiny hand bones busted if he’s not mistaken (he’s not). Any medical help, even in a backwater slave quarter, is better than what he was lookin’ at before the kid poked his nose in.