You Know How The Argonauts Used Orpheus To Play Music Past The Sirens So They Wouldn’t Die?

That’s what I hope people take away from eddie. 

Joseph Quinn

Forever my baby and favorite girlie from Ever After High!✨️💕🪄

Maddie Hatter 👒

Daughter of the Mad Hatter

Birthday: June 8

Star Sign: Gemini ♊

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and What She Found There

Through the Looking Glass

Rebel

The tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is that he made a mistake. A terrible mistake caused by manipulation, hypocrisy, lies and...love. He made a mistake when he fell in love, when he let it guide him, when he let it overtake him and make him happy. He made a mistake when he confessed his love to Padme Amidala.

He made a mistake that caused him and the galaxy so much pain. The fear of losing what you love is the fear Jedi were taught to overcome the most. The perfection of the art of letting go became their goal and purpose. Through letting go they found peace.

But what is peace compared to the love of a woman? What is peace compared to the life of your children? Nothing. A word. Less than a word.

Anakin Skywalker let love inside of him, but once love has entered you, there is no way back. It will live in you, torture you, haunt you, until you either kill it or accept it. Killing love makes you merely human. Killing love does not leave peace, it only leaves dust and smoke and wounds.

The Jedi weren’t supposed to fall in love in the first place.

But love leads to fear. And fear causes the gravest mistakes, fear blinds and deafens you, no sense can overcome it. No discipline can make one fully let go of what one loves. People don’t work that way.

So Anakin Skywalker accepted love. He let it in. He came to the Order with seeds of fear already planted into him. Jedi take in infants so they can shield them from both love and fear from the very beginning. For once one knows love, there is no letting go.

But Anakin Skywalker already knew what love was. He knew how it was to lose it too. So he let it in again, for what is duty at the face of love? And with it came the fear of loosing it the way he had lost it before.

So Anakin Skywalker chose. He chose love over everything. He killed for love, he suffered and betrayed for love, and when he had the chance to take what he had been fighting for...he didn’t.

The true tragedy of Anakin Skywalker was that he made a mistake. He chose love over duty, and he paid for every second of it.

Turns out, the Jedi were right all along. Right in everything but their choice to take Anakin in. Right in everything but their own fear of loosing the power they could have gotten.

Turns out, the Sith were right too. Once people get power, the only fear they have is loosing it.

Balance is the true tragedy here. Balance is never merciful. Balance is cold. Balance brings peace. And death. Balance is never only black or only white. Neither is love.

But in the end, for Anakin Skywalker all of it — the Jedi, the Sith, Balance, the Truth, the Force — meant only one thing. Suffering.

Anakin Skywalker’s true tragedy is that he was never truly free. He was deceived. He made a mistake. He payed for his mistake with everything he had. Justice is never merciful either.

Anakin Skywalker’s true tragedy is that his greatest mistake was being human. And that the punishment for it was taking everything that made him so away.

Anakin Skywalker’s story is about justice at first glance. But in reality it is about the opposite of it.

I just have no words

I'm shaking and my tears has been falling since the fourth paragraph....

It always brings a certain kind of peace on bad days to revisit favorite comfort characters and comfort fics, it feels like a weights gone from your chest. It feels like home.

It feels like yout comfort character has turned around and seen you and went "oh, you're home, I've missed you" as they pull you into the deepest hug.

It feels like the aftermath of a bad panic attack or depression day, curled up in a blanket nest surrounded by your comfort characters as you watch movies and cuddle and just exist.

It feels like a hand squeezing yours, grounding you, reminding you that you're safe, you are loved and important. That you are enough.

Your comfort characters are waiting for you sweet one.

If you need a friend, a safe place to land, a place to rant and rave. Come back and visit me. Tell me about them, about your favorite fic, your favorite character, your bad day. We are here, your comfort character and I, always.

I hope tomorrow is better than today, that you find the post that you're searching for. Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the fellow fanfiction reader who's just like you, just looking for a moment of comfort and peace in an otherwise tumultuous world.

-❤💛 True 💛❤

would he fucking say that? let's investigate.

some songs aren't just songs, they're feelings, they're a memory, they're vibes of a certain period of time in your life that you can't put into words

put max and franco in one room and they will end up yapping for hours

‘florinda’ (detail) - franz xaver winterhalter (1853)

my ancient greek history professor is making us post memes weekly. i swear to god