Idek At This Point - Tumblr Posts
{SCENE START}
(Obi-Wan steps closer to Anakin while Anakin takes a small step back. They lock eyes...)
Obi-Wan(internal thoughts): I can save him. He’s not lost. Not yet...
(Obi-Wan sheaths his saber and clips it back on his belt.
Anakin’s eyes widen slightly at the gesture before narrowing once more.
Obi-Wan takes a step forward and holds his hand out)
Obi-Wan(internal thoughts): Please Anakin...you have too much to lose...
———
Obi-Wan:
I can make a promise
I can make a plan
I can make a difference
I can take a stand
I can make an effort If I only understand
That I...
I can make a change
———
(Anakin’s force signature changes for a heart beat, a beacon of light and hope in the inky darkness that has consumed him before his face hardens once more. Progress.)
Anakin:
Easy for you to say
You never had to watch them all drift away
And now this is my curse
'Cause whenever I change,
I change for the WORSE!
(Anakin’s last word said like venom, every ounce of hatred said through it, however something reflective was catching the light of the lava that surrounded them. A single tear. Then another.
The saber fell to the ground as his hands and shoulder shook, his eyes and signature making it unclear if it was due to the anger or sadness that was at war.
Obi-Wan felt joy wash over him. His Anakin was still there! He couldn’t give up now!
That was, til Anakin opened his mouth again...)
———
Anakin:
I don't know why you're trying, this is the way I feel
And you can't change my mind, with some redundant spiel
You want a happy ending?
Well, here's mine!
(The uncertainty highly obvious in his words and tone as more tears fell, sizzling on the ground as he slowly walked over to Obi-Wan, the disgusting golden amber fading into soft blue as he embrace his former master...)
———
Obi-Wan:
(Whispered as his voice is slightly muffled by the golden locks of the former Sith)
You can make it different
You can make it right
You can make it better
We don't have to fight
You can make an effort, starting with tonight
Cause you, you can make a change...
{SCENE END}
Soooo I do dumb things like make up an entire world in my head, normally due to a piece of media I like, and I have moments, even entire nights, I like to act out certain things to music and I play whatever character I like best. Since I’ve wanted to write down my ideas for a while, I decided to do that with my current obsession. Since I can’t draw with a sh*t, I couldn’t animate it even if I tried lol
This could be read as a romantic or platonic relationship. I wrote it as platonic but I ship Obikin, soooo yeah... anywho, i don’t know if peeps would actually read these if I made more, but I do have a few more I will be posting.
Inspiration:
"This isn't what I wanted" + "time passes slower without you" with Midam!!! Make it angsty!
here it is! long and angsty, hope you like it!
[8:34 p.m.] ever since midam went on to produce, his popularity has definitely skyrocketed. before, it was you and him in your small little world. now, you can’t go out anywhere without the flash of some camera or the sounds of squealing girls. and it’s true in the beginning you weren’t really bothered. not until what you saw in this past week.
midam has been gaining more confidence when it came to females- more so his female fans. one day, you came home after running some errands when you hear midam having a conversation with some girl on your couch, rather close to one another. she said, “time passes slower without you, Oppa.” you cringed at the shrill voice and cleared your throat loud enough to catch their attention. the smile on midam’s face dropped when he saw the fury burning in your eyes. “you,” anger evident in your voice as you point at the girl, “get out of here. now.” the girl, flustered, looked between you and midam. when she didn’t budge, you yelled, “get the hell out of my house, now!” flinching, she got up and bowed to midam before scurrying out of the room. you slammed the door shut and glared furiously at midam, who seemed to mirror your emotions.
“what was that about, y/n?” midam looked hurt, and that made you even madder. “why are you bringing skanks into my apartment, midam? I’d like to hear what that was all about!” “when I was outside the apartment, she came to me and got hurt asking me for a signature. I told her I’d give her a band-aid, and she just didn’t leave after that. what else was I supposed to do?” scoffing, you sneer, “is this not your home, too? you could’ve told her to leave. you didn’t even need to invite her in, you could’ve just given her the band-aid.” sighing, you can feel the pounding in your head begin to arise. “you know what, midam, I’m gonna leave for a few days. your popularity has gotten to your head, and it’s gotten out of my and your control. this isn’t what I wanted, but until your fanbase calms down, we’re gonna need to take a break. I’m sorry.” and as you head to your room to grab a suitcase, teary-eyed and pounding head, midam stands in silence, looking at the floor and breathing heavily. the small little world you two built was already in shatters, and now, all you needed was time to put the pieces back together.
[11:57 a.m.] eunsang walked into the living room and stood watching you, confused. you sat on the couch, with a bowl of popcorn and dressed in your vampire cape and fangs. you were just about to play hotel transylvania when your gaze turned to eunsang. “why are you dressed like that? it’s not even halloween.” dramatically scoffing, you turned your eyes back to the tv and said, “it’s monstober, eunsang. that’s a good enough reason. now come sit, the movie’s gonna start.”
just another day, another evening. the sun, the stars, the existential dread, coke zero and hot chips, guilt and giggles. life is still life, not quite living yet. maybe soon.
RIGHT PERSON WRONG (LIFE) TIME SHIPS ARE THE BEST BUT ALSO THE WORST.
LIKE, YEAH I LOVE GETTING MY HEART BROKEN INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES BUT THEN I HATE MYSELF FOR DOING IT
my bday wishlist looks like this:
cardboard cut out of dylan o'brian
and im not sure im comfortable with what that says about me