But what if Anakin isn’t ignoring Kylo Ren? What if that great pull Kylo feels towards the Light is Anakin Skywalker desperately trying to save his grandson from his own fate, the way his wife and son tried to save him?
what if Anakin is literally constantly standing behind Kylo Ren, sputtering with ghostly frustration, going, “No! No! No! Do not do that! Do NOT do that! oh for fuck’s sake.”
This is almost certainly what is actually happening.
“Ben if you skewer my son-in-law with that lightsaber then SO HELP ME”
“Ben Solo your mother is blaming me for this, get your ass home and apologize now or I swear-”
And Yoda and Obi-wan are watching, shaking their heads. “Now you know how we felt,” Obi-wan says.
Yoda agrees: “A bitch, karma is.”
I love this. So many people can just totally see Anakin trying to strangle Ben from the afterlife.
How much of a fuckup do you have to be for ANAKIN SKYWALKER to yell at you for your terrible decision-making?
Kylo Ren is something else.
I’d like to think that half the dead Jedi are sitting in a little audience screaming at Kylo Ren at any given moment, sorta like that scene in Mulan with all the dead ancestors.
“kid, unless you want to join the Severed Hands of Star Wars Club, stop waving that thing around and make yourself a lightsaber that isn’t a giant accident waiting to happen. And by the way QUIT VENERATING MY SEVERED, BURNT-OUT SKULL DO YOU EVEN HAVE THE SLIGHTEST IDEA HOW CREEPY THAT IS, AND IT’S ME SAYING THAT, I am the farthest thing from a role model currently available to you”
Anakin is probably cringing each time he recognizes one of the dumb things he totally did himself. Like, okay, the majority of the people who are dear to me at some point went through the Hot Topic phase, as I did. At the time I thought it was absolutely the best thing ever and anyone who disagreed was a prep at whom my middle finger should be put up, to borrow a phrase, and now from the vantage point of the next century I look back at little me and shake my head. Kylo Ren is totally doing the fascist space opera version of the Hot Topic phase which involves torture and murder and vocoders, and it has got to be hideously embarrassing for his grandfather.
“Tell me what you have in mind ?”
PSA to my followers:
*coughs* So… I just realized that Star
Wars wasn’t even listed among fandoms that I reblog often. I HAVE FIXED
THAT. Especially as my blog seems to basically be half Star Wars these
To those of you not here for Star Wars, I
apologize. I know this isn’t what you signed up for. If it makes you
feel better, it surprised me, too. SW has been background radiation for
my entire life. I was born the year after ANH was released in
theatres, my father introduced me to the movies as soon as he could
record them off TV, and I watched them pretty often throughout my
childhood and young adulthood. They were go-to/comfort movies.
the prequels came out when I was in college and vet school and I fell
HARD AND FAST for Ewan McGregor’s Obi-Wan and Liam Neeson’s Qui-Gon.
That obsession lasted for a good year or two and was one of my main
fandoms at the time. Then an Obi-Wan/Anakin obsession supplanted it.
Then finally my fandom levels fell back into that background radiation
level I’d always known them to be.
Then the rumors about a new
movie started and I… shrugged. I admit it. I shrugged. I thought,
“Yeah, I’ll see it and I’m kind of excited for it, but… eh. It’s not a
priority.” Then the weekend before I finally got to see it, I
marathoned the first six movies. AND FELL IN LOVE WITH OBI-WAN ALL
OVER, AGAIN. AND IT IS A PROBLEM. BECAUSE ALONG WITH HIM COMES EVERYONE ELSE.
AND I AM FULL OF ALL THESE STAR WARS FEELS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO
WITH THEM SO I’M JUST REBLOGGING EVERYTHING AND CRYING OVER IT AND I’M
SURE THERE WILL BE FIC AND–
…basically I’m so so sorry to those
of you who aren’t here for this. I’d like to tell you it will pass
quickly, but… I’m beginning to think it won’t. Not if I’m building
fic in my head already. And since this is the first fic plotting I’ve
done in over a year that hasn’t been painful and terrifying, I think I’m
going to try to run with it and see where it goes.
leaving Les Mis behind, though. I promise, I’m not. I’m definitely not
done with those boys, either. But yeah… you should probably expect
my queue to be a little Star Wars heavy in between Les Mis posts for the
next little while.
Ewan McGregor by Peter Ash Lee for “The Impossible Press Shoot”
Random fact of the day: apparently I can get water out of my bathroom tap hot enough to make tea with. Good to know. ^_~