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Since I’ve been asked about this recently, I’ll just make a blanket statement: If you’re confused about why I blocked you, it’s probably one of two reasons: 1.  I return block anyone that blocks me, because I assume that the person doesn’t want any interaction and it seems like it’s good boundaries.  I don’t particularly care or even know why someone has blocked me in these cases, it’s purely just “okay, seems like the polite thing to do is make it mutual” and then I often legit forget who the person even is. 😂 I do take boundaries seriously, whether it’s someone I’ve immediately forgotten about or someone I want nowhere fucking near me (she knows who she is), if we’re not meant to interact that’s fine, but we should actually disengage and leave each other the fuck alone then, because I think not nearly enough people on this site have basic emotional boundaries.  Like, seriously, I’m begging some of you to learn about the concept of boundaries. 2.  I block anyone who shows up only to argue with me or who has joined in harassment against me.  This, again, is boundaries for others (stop doing that to people) and for myself (because I don’t want to dance with that). A long while back, I used to block some who were just really annoying (especially if they were showing up just to be salty on my positivity posts), but that’s not as often these days.  I mean, I still encourage that for others, you have to set up your own boundaries on this hellsite and curate your dash, but generally I’ve cut out most of the shitty people and now I just block back or block the harassers. If you ever want to ask me about it for whatever reason, you can send me a message on mirkwoodings, no biggie either way.

punkzcakes :

Famous last words before disaster

punkzcakes :

Obi-Wan got a Holo of the incident

gffa :

#THIS IS THE MOST DELIGHTFUL STORY ABOUT THAT LIGHTSABER DROP #OBI-WAN ALWAYS GIVING ANAKIN A BAD TIME ABOUT LOSING HIS LIGHTSABER #SO HAYDEN’S ABSOLUTE JOY IN GETTING TO TEASE EWAN ABOUT DROPPING HIS #AND EWAN’S RESPONSE HAD ME IN TEARS TOO #THE WHOLE THING IS A SCREAM

lightsaber-life :

shhhhh they're napping, they are very tired

gffa :

“Lord Vader will be pleased.” “Anakin.” It kills me that Obi-Wan’s immediate reaction to learning Vader is alive is to call him Anakin.  We know that eventually he will call him “Darth” and “Vader” and believe that Anakin Skywalker is truly dead, but even after everything Anakin did, the murder of the Jedi and the Jedi children, even after he choked Padme into unconsciousness, even after he aligned with a Sith Lord to help destroy democracy, Obi-Wan’s first instinct is still to call him Anakin. Because even though he knows the name of Darth Vader, he reacts as soon as Reva says Darth Vader will be pleased, but he’s never thought of Anakin that way.  He never called him that once, not on Mustafar, where it was always Anakin, Anakin, Anakin, and not in the ten years since they both died on that hell planet, and not in the moment when he learns Vader survived. Because he doesn’t yet see Vader, he still sees Anakin.

leyrey :

missed HIM

gffa :

A thing that makes me go absolutely feral over the show is how the prequels are very much about that the galactic public has become apathetic, that it starts in The Phantom Menace, where Anakin repeats Shmi’s words, “Mom, you said that the biggest problem in the universe is no one helps each other.” and how George Lucas talks about, “All democracies turn into dictatorships – but not by coup. The people give their democracy to a dictator,“ as a theme of the movies. It’s all over The Clone Wars, too, there’s a bunch of arcs that emphasize that you need the people on your side if you’re going to get anything done, that it’s not just on a handful of people, not even a million people, to do everything, but that everyone has to stand up, everyone has to try to help.  It has to be about the entire people of the galaxy. But the galaxy just demanded the Jedi and the clones fight their war for them, they drafted both into service, they made it an impossible choice between everyone dying (because the Separatists were committing atrocities that would have killed them all, even down to every last innocent person in the Republic) versus apathy and helping no one. It was years of grueling war, that the Jedi and clones were dying in the battle, meanwhile Senators and the general public were tired of waiting for the war to be over, they were tired of being broke because of the cost of it, they were willing to give up their freedoms because they wanted the easy answers the Empire promised them, no matter what they had to overlook to get them. Obi-Wan says it plainly, as they’re helping the Lurmen to protect themselves, “The rift in the galaxy is not our [the Jedi’s] fault.  If more worlds would stand up for themselves against the Separatists, this war would have been over long ago.“ Obi-Wan is used to a galactic general public that didn’t care.  There were pockets of good, but the majority of them weren’t willing to help others out if it cost them anything of themselves.  The Jedi gave and gave and gave in that war, they broke themselves on that war, because the galaxy asked it of them and because innocent lives were on the line and the galaxy still refused to meet them halfway.  So few people helped each other. And these first two episodes are all about showing the kindness that does still exist in the galaxy.  Bail reminds him that there’s no one he trusts more with the child he loves so much, he shows complete faith in Obi-Wan.  Haja seems like a crook, just another con artists willing to desecrate the name of a murdered culture for his own gain, but then he’s genuine, he risks himself to help Force-sensitive children get away, to help a Jedi when they need it. Which is why the scene with the 501st trooper hits so hard–another example of how cruel the galaxy was, that the clones gave everything to the Republic, and then they were just thrown away, like they were nothing. And it has to hurt, this was the 501st, the ones that marched on the Temple. This was one of Anakin’s battalion, this man worked with Anakin, this man knew Anakin, the loss of whom Obi-Wan still cannot get his heart around. And this man very possibly murdered Jedi children, even if it wasn’t his fault. But Obi-Wan still digs out some of the very few coins he has and tosses them over, even though it has to cost him to remain kind in a galaxy that seems so determined to be cruel, because he’s starting to see again that there is kindness in the galaxy. That he has to put kindness into the galaxy even if it costs him.  Even if it burns him sometimes, he has to put kindness into it, because there will be people who return that kindness, even when it costs them, too.

dtrvdtrv :

Some very cute concept art for Grogu + 1 cursed piece wtffff you guys

gffa :

“The time of the Jedi is over.“ It’s painful enough that Obi-Wan can’t use the Force because people would know he was a Jedi, that he can’t even speak about the trauma of living through his people’s genocide, that he can’t even practice his own religious culture, but what’s really destroying me is that it isn’t just the Force stuff that Obi-Wan is no longer doing, it’s the Jedi philosophy of emotional regulation that comes with the Force and being a Jedi. Obi-Wan has fallen to his grief, it is consuming him, it is warping him, it’s not just that he’s turning away people like Nari, but that he’s also holding onto his pain, he’s not letting it go.  The Force is based on your emotional wellbeing, if you connect to the Force through anger and fear and pain, that is the dark side.  If you connect to it through compassion and calm and love, that is the light side.  Jedi have to accept the circumstances they find themselves in, they have to let go of their hurts, because their connection to the Force is fundamentally about that emotional wellbeing, it’s not just Jedi philosophy, it’s literally how the Force works. But Obi-Wan isn’t a Jedi anymore.  The time of the Jedi is over. So he holds onto his pain, he holds onto his hurt, he holds onto his attachment to Anakin, which is the inability to accept that life changes and you have to let go when it’s time, you cannot grasp onto something so hard that you crush it because you are afraid to live without it, that’s what attachment is.  It is everything the Jedi have trained against doing. But the time of the Jedi is over. The Jedi and their light and their teachings and their ways are gone, so he holds on because he doesn’t know how to let go of mourning Anakin and the Jedi, even when Bail Organa himself calls him desperately and pleads with him to help save Leia.  It’s not until Bail hauls his ass all the way out to Tatooine and tells him, right to his face, “Move on. Be done with it.” Those words brought me to tears, because Bail Organa isn’t just telling Obi-Wan to rescue his daughter to be a Jedi again, but telling him to let it fucking go, because that’s what Jedi do.  Protect people with your lightsaber when you can, love them and help them when you can, but when the time comes, if you can’t save them, you have to train yourself to let go. George Lucas says that’s how the Force and Star Wars and the Jedi work and I am IN PAIN because Obi-Wan truly believes that the Jedi are dead, that his old life is dead, and it’s not just swinging his lightsaber around or making people float that he’s buried in the ground, but his willingness to accept the circumstances he’s in and to move with the flow of what’s happened. The Jedi say you can’t destroy yourself in your grief–and Obi-Wan is destroying himself in his grief here, he is doing exactly everything that the Jedi warn will happen when you don’t let go.  He’s been unwilling to let go of his feelings, because he’s not a Jedi anymore. He doesn’t connect to the Force because that would mean he would need to let go of his feelings and he can’t do that. The time of the Jedi is over, he says, and we see what it’s doing to him, how it destroys him day by day.  He may not be sinking into the dark side, only because he’s not using the Force, but he is suffering all the more for it, because he has forsaken the lessons of the Jedi.  Because the time of the Jedi is over.

gffa :

#it’s his excuse#the time of the Jedi is over#so he doesn’t need to try and be a Jedi#doesn’t need to try and let go of Anakin#to try and rise up from the pain that’s drowning him#so it’s okay if he lets his grief destroy him#if he gives up on hope#the time of the Jedi are over#and there’s no community to lift him up and help him start moving forward#there’s no Quinlan Vos coming to annoy him and be direct about how he’s stuck#there’s no Mace Windu to tell him that he needs to let go with such faith in him that it feels impossible not to try#no Luminara to shoulder his grief like it was her own and still not break under it#not hundreds of younglings running through the temple laughing (via @ilummoss)

yorolleyhoo :

Concept art of Din and Grogu | SWC 2022 - “Doug Chiang: Designing The Mandalorian”

gffa :

     “What’s the biggest [bit of] wisdom you took out of the story for yourself?”      “The journey of Anakin, the cautionary tale.  What the Jedi say, what Yoda says, about fear leading to anger that sends you down the path to the dark side. There’s a lot of truth there.” #HAYDEN’S AFFECTION FOR YODA’S CHARACTER GETS ME RIGHT IN THE FEELINGS PLACE #LUCASFILM LET FORCE GHOST ANAKIN AS PLAYED BY HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN GET TO HAVE ANOTHER THERAPY SESSION WITH FORCE GHOST YODA IN THE AFTERLIFE

himboskywalker :

Hello Love

Anakin stared at the innocuous words, and then stared some more. He blinked, rubbed durasteel fingers into his eye sockets, and blinked spots from his vision, but the words stayed.

Rex cleared his throat. “Something wrong, sir? General Kenobi said it wasn’t urgent.”

Anakin stared at the flimsiplast sheet death gripped in his sweaty, flesh hand. There was still mud and blood caked under his nails that needed trimmed. If Obi-Wan were here they would be cleaned already from the sheer amount of bitching he’d take if he didn’t. But Obi-Wan wasn’t here, he was halfway across the galaxy scraping blood from under his nails from his own planetary sieges. Halfway across the galaxy and sending flimsiplast letters addressed hello love like something out of a holofilm.

Vague and incredulous worry crept up the back of his mind. “Has something happened?” He demanded. “Is the General and the 212th alright?”

Rex shifted and adjusted the helmet balanced against his hip. “As best I know, sir.”

Hello love

He could barely look at the familiar slant of Obi-Wan’s scrawl without pleased heat bubbling up in his chest like a bottle of uncorked champagne. The words didn’t make sense, bewildered him really, but that didn’t stop the euphoric, giddy blush from rising up his throat and burning his ears florid and red.

He wanted to gasp around the bright shock of it, how viscerally it suffused every atom of him with flustered happiness. But that didn’t make the flimsiplast make any more damn sense.

He called Obi-Wan on his comm, half expecting the sounds of blaster fire or screams to answer. But Obi-Wan merely answered with a smooth, “Hello Anakin.”

“Master,” he muttered unsurely, leaving Rex on the bridge. “What’s going on?”

“What’s wrong?” Obi-Wan clipped back, immediately on the alert.

“The flimsiplast you sent,” Anakin said helplessly.

“Oh did Rex deliver it? It’s something tech has been working on, works shockingly fast on an intergalactic scale, carries a signal where coms drop. Keep the sheet on you, it will transcribe handwritten notes between us in real time, even if radio signal cannot pass atmosphere.”

“Oh,” he answered faintly. “Wizard.” That didn’t really address his real question, but Obi-Wan quickly shifted the topic to more important matters at hand. More important than Anakin’s scrambled, flustered brain.

Days passed, then weeks, and while the flimsiplast note did not leave his thoughts, other worries pressed in, sieges, assaults, planet-side entrenchment. The war had lasted long enough that sometimes he found memories from before difficult to recall. Especially when assaults dragged weeks at a time, so that only the screams of dying men and the stench of ion fire kept his exhausted, frenetic thoughts company.

One such assault found him flat on his stomach in a trench full of orange water and empty trooper helmets. Ion cannons lit the violet sky vermillion overhead, a constant rumbling barrage that shook him to his bones. He dug gloved fingers into the mud and pressed his face to his forearm and felt that even the force had forsaken them here.

The Seps had been quick to cut their communications, and then their supplies. It was just a quarter of his regiment here, marooned on this force forsaken rock with no way to call for aid. Two days prior they managed to separate him from his men and at any movement in the trenches they rained blaster fire down that gouged the earth and left smoking holes in their wake.

So he crawled through the mud and rested where he could, searching for his men amongst the wreckage and artillery fire. Violet darkened to a wine dark stain and under the rumblings of ion only the sound of breathing filled the silence of his foxhole, until his belt beeped.

He startled and then scrambled for the sound, wondering how his comm had broken through the communications block. But it wasn’t his comm, he pulled the rolled up flimsi from his belt and it unfurled with a faint, backlit glow.

Anakin—hold fast—we are coming

He sobbed with relief and then snarled at his own weakness, angry at the burn of tears he fought.

Can’t hold long, he wrote. Badly outnumbered and caught in entrenchment under ion cannons. All comms & supplies blocked. Casualties High.

I know. He watched Obi-Wan jot out the words letter by letter, quick and unusually messy.

Just hold on, love, we’re coming.

He gripped the flimsi with whitened knuckles and felt as if he could tear an ion cannon in two with his bare hands. He had never—Obi-Wan had never—

Anakin knew he lit up like a sun when Obi-Wan called him his padawan—his friend—his anything. Obi-Wan wasn’t stupid, he knew how easily Anakin bloomed with embarrassing satisfaction at such simple address. But his master had never—

He shoved the flimsi under his surcoat and gritted his teeth under the flashes of cannon bolts and fought through the mud, fire crackling in his chest with renewed fight. Hours passed and lightning joined the vermillion bolts to flash across the darkened sky. Rain washed sideways through the trenches in icy sheets and he drug one of his unconscious men by the shoulder pauldron and yowled in frustration every time his boots slipped in the mud.

A beep trilled from under his surcoat and he flopped back in the mud with a squelch to take ragged gasps as he yanked out the flimsi.

Keep holding on love.

He sobbed and pushed it back against his breastbone. Hours blurred by one after the other in nothing but a slow bleed of agony and terror and rain lit by ion and ozone. Only the steady beep of the flimsi carried him through, with Obi-Wan’s messy scrawl to remind of the fight still inside him.

Keep fighting love.

I’m coming love.

Don’t give up, my love, the last one read. He could barely make out the words from the blur of rain in his eyes and the agonizing burn of his own exhaustion. He felt only half coherent dragging trooper’s passed out bodies to cover, one after the other, one foot in front of the other.

And finally, finally with the break of dawn a strong and familiar hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him to stand in the mud.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, eyes wide and piercing. “I’m here—I’m here.”

Anakin sagged against his chest, every string of the force keeping him on his feet suddenly cut. “Master,” he slurred, “I didn’t give up—I kept—I kept fighting like you told me.”

Obi-Wan caught him and they both collapsed to the ground, grass here, wherever they were, finally beyond the mud of the trenches.

“I know,” Obi-Wan said, a sharp edge to his voice though Anakin felt too foggy headed to decipher it. “I know, love, I’m here.”

gffa :

#I LOVE THAT THIS INTERVIEWER REMEMBERED THAT NICK GILLARD INTERVIEW FROM TWO YEARS AGO #WHERE NICK TALKED ABOUT WHY HE CHOREOGRAPHED THAT ‘HIGHER GROUND’ SCENE #THAT HAYDEN DOESN’T LIKE WALKING ON A SLOPE #SO NICK DELIBERATELY WROTE IT THAT WAY TO GIVE OBI-WAN AN EVEN BETTER CHANCE #AND HAYDEN IS LIKE. LOOK. I JUST LIKE STAIRS OR A PROPER INCLINE BETTER. OKAY. #AND I’M CRYING BECAUSE THIS IS HILARIOUS AND ADORABLE

ewan-mcgregor :

Ewan McGregor roasting people since Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (2005)

gffa :

Bell Zettifar and Ember | for The Art of the High Republic