one thing about me is that i will cry. i cry when i’m happy, i cry when i’m sad, i cry when i am angry, i cry when i am tired, and i cry when i think about life

I think it's an unrecognized practice to allow yourself to outgrow and shed versions of yourself that were more socially successful than who you want or need to be now. Not every new chapter is bigger and bolder and hotter, I think that's a very modern social media "glow up" mindset and doesn't actually have any room for what real transformation looks like. Sometimes we change exactly as we need to and it's not what anyone else was hoping for and that's part of it being important and true.

fr they’re doing so well at giving us an obi wan who genuinely wants to do the right thing, but is so debilitated by his fears and trauma that he can’t function nearly as highly as people him expect him to. he’s obi wan. he’s witty and quick and capable and arguably the best jedi of his generation but he can’t reach for his lightsaber first. he can’t talk about the family he couldn’t bury, and the brother he watched get consumed by flames and hate. he doesn’t want the responsibility of his name, or his order, bc if he couldn’t save anakin, how can he be trusted to save anyone else? he sees anakin in the desert. he almost collapses when he feels vader. he can’t fight him and hasn’t tried to fight in years and practically lets himself get caught. he hasn’t touched the force in a decade. he’s in pain, but he wants to be strong. for leia. for luke. they need him, but he doesn’t want them to. the galaxy needs him, but he cant. not yet.

seeing hayden on the press tour with his anakin hair and darth vader fit just makes me think of that one post about how in an alternate universe, leia and luke’s biggest problem would be that their dad was a dilf

they really made obi wan look like the biggest dilf in the galaxy with the long hair and beard huh

the concept of growing into love is so much more intriguing than falling in love. it's like, on all our good days and bad days, I will choose to love you, I will learn with you, I will live my life with you and we will grow into and with each other through the passage of time

did anyone else develop all of their kinks from reading fanfiction, or are you mentally stable?

My comfort characters are always either dead, murderers/psychopaths or old enough to be my father.