extremely private anakin skywalker (darth vader) from star wars. headcanon based with canon influence. est. june 2021. written by gabi.
Not today Justin

oozey mess
One Nice Bug Per Day

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
Claire Keane
hello vonnie
almost home

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todays bird
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d e v o n

Love Begins
$LAYYYTER
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i don't do bad sauce passes
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@jedicide
extremely private anakin skywalker (darth vader) from star wars. headcanon based with canon influence. est. june 2021. written by gabi.
ship
ship
the bright years.
dialogue prompts from the bright years by sarah damoff.
i can drive.
i can't remember the last time anyone listened to me like this.
i don't have parents for you to meet.
i prefer to keep past and future at arm's length.
you want to have kids?
there must be some happy memories.
let's leave behind what we need to leave behind.
the work of the artist is to freeze time.
you're like light.
you're taking those deep breaths you take when something is wrong.
i don't want a new tomorrow. i want a new yesterday.
we don't know how to be alone together anymore.
you're my emergency contact.
i don't need you to say anything.
abuse is much easier to identify when it's not in your own house.
it always surprises me how much space emptiness can take up.
you aren't the monster you think you are.
holding on eventually becomes more painful than letting go.
sometimes grownups forget to think about how our choices impact children.
you're twice the monster you think you are.
how many times can you give up on the same person?
future is a finite resource.
loss keeps a tight grip, when there's hope left.
there are two kinds of grief: grieving the loss of what was, and grieving the loss of what wasn't.
i miss you, you know.
don't call me if nothing's changed.
please hate me.
i do hate you. but i also love you, and i'm not sorry for that.
i vowed to protect you, didn't i?
sometimes love can mean leaving.
let me help.
you stopped letting me love you.
i will not love a liar.
don't act like everything is normal.
being here feels like time travel.
you're entitled to your opinion, even though it's wrong.
my thoughts are only worth a penny to you?
love doesn't always feel like we expect.
'never' is so easy for a young person to say.
you don't have to be a baby to want your mom.
a small life is a big feat.
i didn't think i'd get this far.
i can forgive you, if you're honest. if you let me in.
what are you thinking?
i'm so sorry for every scar i've missed.
time is funny. bodies, too. what fades and what doesn't.
what were you like when you were my age?
it's not that you don't need anyone. you just don't need everyone.
there's something permanent about where you start.
you can't control anyone else's choices.
things from your childhood really stick.
air. i need air.
love makes people stupid.
make a list of what you like to eat, and your favorite ice cream flavors.
i wonder if maybe i'm going a little crazy.
we'd all still focus on the wrong things, even if we could go back in time.
one death is a thousand others.
the living have living to do.
i'm sorry i didn't save ____.
the past can't change, but memory can, which is almost the same thing.
you couldn't have done anything different.
i don't remember you dressing like that.
i can live with unrequited. i have lived with it. but i can't live without you.
i hope your life has been good.
so which of us should tell our life story first?
orphanhood sure can take many forms.
to cry means to live.
i love kids. i just don't think i could handle loving my own kids.
you let me put my foot in my mouth so many times.
whose turn is it to cook tonight? should we order takeout?
a woman should always consider both fashion and comfort.
what's the difference between an excuse and a reason?
you never talk about your childhood.
how can you be afraid of something you've never done?
my past taught me not to trust anyone.
love is worth the losing of it.
sometimes we have to choose one pain to prevent another.
fear can make a liar of a saint.
how long have you felt this way?
people are still awful. but you're not awful.
you said you're in love with me.
age makes anger give way to something slushier.
if you're too scared, we don't have to go.
i hope you know how much i trust you.
you're the greatest non-regret i've ever had.
mistakes are choices, too.
life can be too long to bear, and too short.
life is a life-threatening condition.
loss doesn't negate salvation.
so much can be lost, and still, so much remains.
Monkey Man 2024, Star Wars ROTS 2005
Riccardo Albiero.
any word that came from his master's mouth felt like a sting to his chest; an anxiety forming between the sith's ragged breaths beneath that intimidating helmet of his. every word spoken to zuko had a 50/50 chance of meeting the boy with a sharp and venom-coated end. it was only in times of training that he felt like he "belonged" or his presence was genuinely beneficial to someone, even if it wasn't considered conventional by any means.
lord darth vader actually had more of a guardian figure for the boy more than his actual father. the emperor. a respect much to high for even his own to earn from him. zuko actually learned from vader; he was someone to look up to. even the negative criticism seemed to zuko like some sort of genuine concern for his skills behind a guise of a harsh tone. ( the reality is a poor boy who craved a familial connection, someone or something to fall on in tough times -- vader was easily the last choice for anyone. )
" he completely chose azula over me.. in front of everyone. don't i have the potential, master - "
this is a bad time to talk about your problems. — @jedicide ( accepting )
zuko almost trips over his own words and his feet, just barely able to dodge the blaster that was meant to be aiding him in his reflexes. he stands there for a moment in pondering silence. " ...i'm sorry, master. it won't happen again. "
a long silence follows the younger one's apology. not because vader is weighing the intent behind the words; that would require empathy, a shape of mercy that he had long since killed off. torn apart in the ruins of mustafar and cast aflame in the lava. and yet, he still does not speak. the air hisses with the machine-breath rhythm of his lungs — once a man, vader now stands as a warning to all in the galaxy. every inch of his funeral colored armor serving as a reminder of the sins of devotion; to a master, to a cause, to a lie dressed in fire and faux promises. it would be dishonest to not acknowledge how zuko reminds him of himself. of failure begging for approval. the aching hunger to be seen by someone who has only ever gazed through you, as if you were always transparent to begin with. ❝ you will not let it happen again. ❞ his mercurial, mechanical voice finally booms — breaking the silence that had formed between them.
he turns toward the blast mark left from zuko's stumble, smoke still traveling through the air. ❝ she is stronger, but strength without control burns everything in its path. ❞ his black helmet tilts deliberately, hissing replacing words between every beat. ❝ you are not her and that is not a weakness. ❞ this is the closest thing to comfort vader can provide; not softness nor even affection, but rather survival and instruction. he's never known how to teach any other way. even before darth vader had been born.
across the stars, anakin and padmé
⁽ ¹ ⁾ i love you like a rotten dog, unknown. ⁽ ² ⁾ somewhere only we know, keane. ⁽ ³ ⁾ haunt me, teen suicide. ⁽ ⁴ ⁾ all for us, labrynth. ⁽ ⁵ ⁾ sparks, coldplay. ⁽ ⁶ ⁾ wuthering heights, emily brontë.
still not here but i needed this on my blog because SO TRUE!
Literally no one: Anakin Skywalker: ¯\_( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛)_/¯
A PERFECT PLANET (2021) Episode 1: "Volcano" dir Huw Cordey
Aiskhylos tr. by Anne Carson, An Oresteia; “Agamemnon”
I thought I was part of that Order, but everyone, except Anakin, has abandoned me.
LOTTIE [ @6ore ] : YOU DID WHAT YOU HAD TO.
he doesn't respond at first, instead choosing to stare past her — jaw slack, eyes glazed over in that half-fugue way he's started doing more often. like he's only half tethered to his body, the rest of him drifting somewhere among in the trees, waiting for something. a sign. or god. OR MAYBE HE'S WAITING FOR NOTHING, because nothing at all would still feel cleaner than this. you did what you had to. those words fall like lottie believes them, like they're some form of medicine — as if they won't fester inside his ribcage the second she says them out loud. anakin laughs and it's hollow, raw around the edges. not cruel, just frayed at the edge. it dies in his throat almost immediately.
“i saw it, lottie.” anakin's gaze finally snaps to her now, sharper than it should be. burning. “i saw nat running, us chasing her. i saw the ice give on javi. weeks ago, i think, i'm not sure. i didn't say anything because —” his voice fractures, like bark splitting under snowmelt, body becoming weak at the realization surging inside his brain. WHAT HAVE I DONE? “i thought maybe it was meant to happen. that it chose.” his breath fogs in the air between them. he hates that it's still warm. he hates that he's still breathing. javi isn't.
what does it mean when you start obeying the visions? what does it mean when you stop questioning if they're right?
“i let him die. we let him die. that's not doing what i had to — that's murder, lottie. we murdered that kid.” I MURDERED MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER.
felt compelled to post how i picture yj verse anakin since that's primarily why i'm here lmao
i think possibly my favorite anakinism and one i think about a rather unhealthy amount is his body language and how he almost always looks viscerally uncomfortable and vaguely like a child who is scared of getting slapped. even when he’s being confrontational he looks sooo defensive like wow girl you have never fully processed anything that’s happened to you and you will carry the weight of it forever