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i don't think you guys get it, the thing about anakin and ahsoka. imagine you're ahsoka and you're thirteen and you're in a warzone and you've been not-so-randomly assigned a new jedi master. he gives you a stupid nickname and jokes around with you and loves you; he's the only person who believes in your innocence when it's questioned, he's that one person that believes in you more than anything. he finds it agonizing to let people go but he lets you go because he trusts you more than anyone. you were special to him and you knew it and there's a pride in that, because not many people were. imagine you're thirteen and it's war and there's explosions and fire and blood and death, and then someone takes your shoulder in his hand and is like, hey, relax. let's play a game. whoever slaughters the most droids wins. and it's easier to breathe because it's less pressure if you squeeze your eyes shut and think you're playing a game with your jedi master, and it will all be okay. you have such vibrant memories of being loved by this man and then, away from you, without you knowing, he turns around and murders a few thousand people all at once in one hideous bloodsoaked night. the hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood. the person who made you feel that safe is the same guy who is so violent, so removed from any human compassion, that people whisper that he's a droid instead. the only person who believed in your innocence is a living nightmare. like actually what the fuck

we gotta stop pretending that anakin skywalker was a normal happenstance. it’s not every day that a bull moose breaks into a stash of cocaine, busts into an elementary school and stomps a classroom of children to death, and then spends the next twenty years murdering the shit out of every other moose it ever sees in all its life until it finally commits quasi-patricide by throwing its dad into the ocean. other jedi fell to the dark side of the force, and they killed, what, a couple people? other jedi are touched by the dark side, which means they really just had a pissy week? anakin touches the dark side and kills a few dozen people. anakin falls to the dark side of the force and then murders or attempts to murder almost everyone who ever knew him in middle school. anakin falls to the dark side of the force and then storms the jedi knitting club and starts cracking heads on the pavement. within ten minutes he has saddled up to go balls-to-the-window balls-to-the-wall batshit, he stops at the bodega by the jedi temple to shotgun a four loko and a sugar free monster energy before immediately proceeding to kill like a thousand fucking people with a sword

what anakin did was dramatic taking into account his jedi-turned-evil peers, but even considering his sith peers - those guys do some massacres. dooku does some mildly heinous shit and dresses like an art deco dark elf king, maul did like, i don’t know, some light manslaughter? i don’t know, the most significant thing he does is kill the guy who is adjacent to the guys that people care about. but in his first three hours as a sith, anakin stops between jedi murders #304-#305 to personally hand almost every other sith lord ever a “sorry you sucked so bad at being evil that a rabid college student could defeat you powered solely by space redbull, but maybe you should grow a spine and step up your game” dunce cap. the “congrats on being an evil pussy” dunce cap. all these other sith lords foamed at the mouth to murder jedi even the once, and anakin just fucking goes to town and wipes the floor with an entire temple of them in about six hours, and that’s not even where he stops. the dude just keeps doing shit. from then on he charges about half-cocked half-in-possession-of-his-sanity, seven feet tall and seven million murders deep, yelling incomprehensible nonsense like a ford fiesta burdened with sentience so it has to acknowledge how much it fucking sucks. but this ford fiesta chose to cope with its inherent, terminal and chronic suckitude by joining a cult predicated on the power of a) punching everyone you meet in the dick and b) hoping everyone you meet gets punched in the dick and c) getting punched in the dick

medical malpractice? not to me. not if it’s you.

I wanna be a villain so I can just saunter everywhere. the heroes are always sprinting, always running. you ever seen darth vader run? hell no. and I ain’t about to either.

this has gained over 18,000 notes in the last 24 hours and I feel the need to tell y’all that I’ve never seen a star wars movie all the way through. when I wrote this I was 100% relying on the hope that he didn’t run in the films or some nerd was gonna drag my ass

everyone got that one homie who hasn't been whole since the incident

every friend group has that one person who is followed only by a stench of death and sorrow and loss

this website lets you listen to the sounds of all different forests around the world 

Reblogging again cause I tried this site last night and if you need background noise to focus this is perfect for that, I was locked the fuck in on a task. And it’s also just gorgeous to listen to

being an absolutely obnoxious little turd is a love language

big fan of when you peel back all layers of a character and at the bottom of it there's love

why are they doing this? because they loved someone so much it caused the plot to happen. Grief counts btw

ESPECIALLY a big fan of when this isn't enough to make them a good person

i want what those freaks on the steppe have………

people in 4000 bce watching their neighbors domesticate the horse