cabeswatre:

a jedi does not cling to the past.
and obi-wan kenobi knows, too, that to have lived his life without being master to anakin skywalker would have left him a different man. a lesser man

make me choose
clintbavton said: anakin skywalker or obi-wan kenobi

dyingsighs:

I am this boy
who hears the closeness of the words
worrier and warrior
all the while knowing
it’s you who have made me
both of those things.   (x)

notyourfuckingalatea:

soofdope:

#han being like that’s it i’m her dad now (via vrabia)

No but actually forreal can we talk about how Han reacts to Rey?

This scrappy kid from a desert planet in the back of beyond, all bright eyed and so eager you can practically see her tail wagging.  Hopeful and brilliant and shining, believing in fairy tales, believing in righteous causes, in armies of Light and Dark, in happy endings.

Like Maz says: you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people.  He’s seen her eyes before.  And he’s seen what happens to bright, scrappy kids from the back of beyond who volunteer for big adventures in wide galaxy.

They get eaten alive.  The galaxy is a hard place, and it has no pity for innocent kids who believe in right and wrong. 

He’s seen her eyes before, all right.  He still remembers that scrappy kid on another desert planet, another kid with wide eyes and a wagging tail, another kid with more hope than sense, more courage than cunning, more skill than they knew, another kid who burned so brightly but not bright enough.  Not for the blackness between the stars.

He failed that kid.  Like he failed his wife, and his son.

He’s not gonna fail this one.

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combeferre-is-my-guide:

For his first many Christmases, Feuilly would spend the joyful holiday in his bed at the orphanage, counting every reason why he didn’t get presents every year. He heard stories of the man who brought presents to children on the night before Christmas, and the man always sounded so nice. Perhaps the man was too busy to get to the orphanage, or maybe he didn’t do deliveries to orphanages, or maybe Feuilly was just a bad kid.

Now, Feuilly almost always has a bag of small toys and trinkets (that he made himself), and he will hand them out to the homeless children around Christmas time. His mind reels back to the poor Polish orphan who sang Christmas carols under his breath with tears streaming down his cheeks, and the thought of another child feeling like they didn’t deserve a Christmas breaks his heart.