The tragedy of Revenge of the Sith is not that it was unavoidable. It was so, so very avoidable, up until the last minute, and even beyond then.
Anakin’s choices are what defined the narrative; him choosing differently just once could’ve saved everyone. Anakin had every chance, every reason, every ability not to do what he did. He still did it.
And we can’t stop him. We can’t take those choices away from him, we can’t change them or fix him. We can only watch as he chooses wrong and wrong and wrong, because it’s not our story , it’s his, and it’s already over.
The tragedy of the Prequels was never that they were always going to happen like that. The tragedy is that we could never have stopped them ending like that. They happened a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Nothing could’ve been done to change them. They already happened. Anakin already made them happen.
anakin's unparalleled ability to become his vehicle, to extend his awareness beyond himself and mesh into the machinery, disappearing into the environment of the race, the battle, and reacting with superhuman unconscious skill and reflex—it's been with him since he was a small boy, and continued well into his adulthood. it's a fundamental part of who he is and how he interacts with the force, the context in which he excels beyond any other human. he doesn't have to reason, doesn't have space to even think, he's bigger than himself and transcends himself. qui-gon told him to feel, not to think, to trust his instincts, and this is the only time when that advice is completely valid. when anakin is a pilot, he can forget about all his pain and fear. he can be really free to lose himself, and become the best version of himself at the same time.
R2 continued to watch with detached interest as Han Solo shouted “Chewie!” and threw himself against the mass of Melters, whose response was several bursts of that same energy that almost instantly dropped Han Solo twitching on the ground beside his copilot.
However, the collapse of Han Solo apparently triggered a similar human emotional response from Princess Leia, who shouted to Han and leapt toward the Melters—and in the .384 second she was actually in the air, R2 called up an array of highly specialized subprocessors that had been originally installed as a customized aftermarket modification by the Royal Engineers of Naboo and later extensively refitted and programmed with a very specific set of behaviors by a particularly gifted tinkerer, who’d had, in his day, a justified reputation as the finest self-taught improvisational engineer the galaxy had ever produced: Anakin Skywalker.
Matthew Stover. Luke Skywalker and the Shadows of Mindor
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The Serpent’s Knowledge (Part 1): Fi's search is locked on Riley when she conjured her doppelgänger. Chaos ensures and Farkle emails Fi, she gladly takes the distraction when college overwhelms her. Technomagick can't solve Fi's problems, neither can Riley's insecurities. What has he overlooked? How can Clu be of help? Sometimes softness is stronger than darkness. Even the serpent needs a friend. [Read More on FFN & Ao3]
Lilith Released (Part 2): Maya summoned Lilith but Lucas can't contain Maya, let alone a demon, and asks Annie for help. Annie has her own problems: an unexpected pregnancy during her tour. Her spirit panther becomes real, growing more protective of her. Music can't help Annie here and Maya must use her intelligence to banish Lilith. Who will survive when their worlds crossover? [Read More on FFN & Ao3]
I was inspired to do a gif set because of @ladyxboheme. Thanks to @soweirdondisney , @soweird-gifs , @fi-phillips , and @thats-so-weird for occasionally talking to me about what we thought of the show and characters.
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan’s voice had gone soft, and his hand was warm on Anakin’s arm. “There is no other Jedi I would rather have at my side right now. No other man.”
Anakin turned, and found within Obi-Wan’s eyes a depth of feeling he had only rarely glimpsed in all their years together; and the pure uncomplicated love that rose up within him then felt like a promise from the Force itself.
“I… wouldn’t have it any other way, Master.”
“I believe,” his onetime Master said with a gently humorous look of astonishment at the words coming out of his mouth, “that you should get used to calling me Obi-Wan.”
“Anakin sometimes thinks of the dread that eats at his heart as a dragon. Children on Tatooine tell each other of the dragons that live inside the suns; smaller cousins of the sun-dragons are supposed to live inside the fusion furnaces that power everything from starships to Podracers.”
“But Anakin’s fear is another kind of dragon. A cold kind. A dead kind.”