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intoguilt

garadinervi

Rijksmuseum Research Library, Amsterdam (published online on January 29, 2025)

obsessedbyneon

Yoda AND George Lucas sold out for National (ナショナル , Nashonaru), a brand of Panasonic

grumfy

hey girl you can aggressively negotiate with my blaster any day

casieyfran

I think we can all agree anakin is the most romantic in their relationship lmao

bloomingbeautifullyy

natalie rules💍

starwarsfangirl

comparativetarot

The Fool. Art by Roy Huteson-Stewart, from Return of the Tarot.

ari-leah-arts

Pretty proud of this one. I plan on printing it and seeing what crazy water color I can do on it.

hayden-christensen

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN + the 'Obi-Ani' lightsaber spin

Hayden came up with a move when we did the second film that was like your move, like signature […] for me it always felt like your move because he was really good at it. — Ewan McGregor

the-fellow

#thefellow guesses it was #starwars #weekend or something and brings you #natalieportman as #padme #padmeamidala in this #digitalart #digital #art #portrait

bagofbonesmp3

"this story happened a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away. it is already over. nothing can be done to change it"

bagofbonesmp3

"And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow. In the end you don't even want to. In the end, you do not even want to. In the end, the shadow is all you have left. Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself—And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame."

bagofbonesmp3

"This was not Sith against Jedi. This was not light against dark or good against evil; it had nothing to do with duty or philosophy, religion or morals. It was Anakin against Obi-Wan. Personally. Just the two of them and the damage they had done to each other"

obiwankenobies

“you just remind me of someone… she was fearless too... and stubborn…. she was a leader… she died a long time ago…”

anakinisvaderisanakin

It haunted Anakin, then.

A pang of guilt, so raw and rare that it took him aback; sucking the breath out of his synthetic lungs. Like a flash of lightning from an clear blue sky, it struck full force and ignited an irrational rage alongside the smoldering hurt.

The princess’ face as she was restrained - stricken and solemn, taking her last farewell of the man she loved - morphed into Padmé’s.

Before his inner vision, Anakin was tormented by the memory of his angel as she told him the same words the princess had just declared to Solo

‘I love you’, the princess blurted out.

‘I love you,’ Padmé had desperately cried.

Expressive, fierce brown eyes glassy, brimming with unshed tears. Disheveled dark hair framing a pretty yet unbreakable face; and the resemblance was uncanny.

Solo’s reply was a smiple ‘I know’, but his usual swagger and scoundrel attitude was long gone; replaced by fear of death and a love burning as brightly as the princess’ did.

Solo had no need to reciprocate the words, the meaning behind what he had uttered was just as clear. Still, he was brave and held his head high; sparing the princess any further suffering.

How Anakin wished he had possessed the same courage when he still had a choice, how he wished he hadn’t destroyed his beloved angel and clipped her wings.

‘Liar’, he had called her - his last word to her.

Then, as Solo fade to nothingness and the princess buried her face against the wookie’s chest to weep - Anakin pushed the reminder aside. He numbed the pain, and locked the guilt within his furnace heart until it burned to ashes. He knew the relief was only temporary, and he would never be rid of Padmé’s ghost.

The irony was not lost on him.