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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

☠ - angry/violent headcanon, ahsoka!

I hope you don’t mind but somehow it turned a bit longer than I have planned but while writing I get inspired by Polish song “Dorosłe Dzieci” (more or less Adult Children) that always gives me too much feelings, especially about all young padawans/Jedi & clones thrown into war. So, here, my headcanon about Ahsoka and stages oof her anger:

Ahsoka wasn’t prone to anger by nature. She was very bright child, who loved - and was loved - unconditionally. There was nothing to be angry about when she lived with family on her native planet. At least until bad people showed up one day and took her away from safe home.

She didn’t feel anger then, not really, because cold fear filled her up; she was so small and  helpless. But the Jedi came  and saved her from bad people, and her parents decided she would be much safer at Jedi Temple, so little Ahsoka agreed. She connected to Jedi in a way she never did with anyone. There was no anger at her family. Something inside her mind, some voice she never heard before but knew it means no harm to her, said it’s right thing to do.

When she grew up in Jedi Temple, she was told that anger is bad. It corrupts a good person and leads to the Dark Side. Jedi never should act on such emotion, never should feel it. The lack of passion, lack of emotions is what makes person a good Jedi. Ahsoka wanted to be a good Jedi, so she never questioned her teachers. They were after all masters, older and wiser than her.

Then came war.

At first, Ahsoka was excited. She trained her whole life to serve Republic and in her young mind she already saw all the great adventures awaiting her, all the chances to prove how good Jedi she was. She wasn’t chosen as padawan by anyone for years, and the older she grew the more she feared that Council will finally sent her away, far, far away from Temple, from people she knew, from things she understand. She wasn’t angry at the thought though, just  scared to be the drop out, the failure. The members of Jedi Council were wise. Wiser than anyone else. There was no point to be angry at their decision. Being angry would only prove she wasn’t worth to be Jedi. Simple.

After all, she was chosen by no one else than Anakin Skywalker. The one rumored to be special among Jedi. Destined to do great things. Ahsoka was willing to do everything to prove she was worth the honor. Only to learn, he did never ask for padawan.

She was frustrated, yes. Not angry. Anger was bad and after all, she was where master Yoda ordered her to be. He said, she was meant to be his student, and she would not have it any other way. But the first mission wasn’t that great fun like she imagined. People were dying. She almost died too. But she survived and was accepted as padawan by Skywalker. Everything seemed to be alright.

Except it wasn’t.

The more days passed, the more tightly something clutched her inside. Ahsoka wasn’t prone to anger by nature, but which every battle, she fought more furious. It wasn’t anger, she kept thinking, while cutting droids in half, while piercing through the living body of enemies. Killing people once seemed so cruel, so devastating, so overwhelming, she couldn’t think straight for days. Now, it was nothing to dwell on. She was protecting her troopers, her comrades. Dead enemy couldn’t kill them,  couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.

Continua a leggere

What if Heaven truly exists but not in the shape we expect? What if it is another world, another dimension, another universe. What if death wasn't death? What if this life is just the first step of a bigger plan? What if this is just a dream? Too many questions, too little answers.

Maybe we just have to live day by day, focusing on this life, on this moment. We don't know what we'll find on the other side, after death; we could become stars, dust, shadows. Appreciate every sorrow, every happy moment, because they'll never come back. Don't be who you were meant to be, be who you wanna be and live. Like, actually live; don't survive, but live.

listen atla fandom we don’t talk enough about Iroh’s redemption arc.

i feel like we all just sort of take it for granted that he was always like that? because he was kind to Zuko, and he’s largely presented, in the context of the show, as being a kindly, wise old man who makes a lot of dumb jokes. but Iroh was a general in the Fire Nation army! he was going to become the Firelord! he laid siege to Ba Sing Se! he was a hugely powerful bender, and i’m sure that the Earth Kingdom was (rightfully) terrified of him for a while.

but then Lu Ten died, and Iroh came home. not long afterwards, his father died, and Ozai took the throne. at this point, Iroh had begun to see the horrors of the Fire Nation, the damage his family had done. and he made the conscious, active choice to be kind. he saw the cruelty that his people had inflicted, that he had inflicted, and he went and did better. He was kind to Zuko when no one else around him was, he was kind to the soldiers that had essentially been banished alongside them, he was kind to Song and her family and to Toph and to the whole Gaang and to just about every person he came across, with the (understandable) exception of those who were actively trying to kill him and/or Zuko. he saw everything that his people had done, and he decided that he wouldn’t be party to that any longer.

honestly, it reminds me of Aang, in a way. the major difference between Aang and Iroh, as far as their characterisation and their kindness, is that Aang was born and raised in gentility and kindness and peace, and Iroh very much wasn’t. He chose those things, even after everything that had happened to him, when it would have made just as much sense for him to become another Jeong Jeong, or even an Ozai. but he didn’t. he refused to. he, like Aang, chose kindness in the end, and that made all the difference.

So I Gave Myself A name

☆ Rondo Across Countless Kalpas ☆

Art is jealous, she doesn’t like taking second place to an indisposition.

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

why is the inherent nature of life so tragic. how am i supposed to do or care about anything mundane. childhood is dead and i can never go back

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