Etiqueta: Anakin Skywalker

arctrooper-ross:

the body language between rex and anakin when they find fives is like, so stiff. the moment they meet fives you can tell Rex wants to say more. But he can’t; he’s restricted and that’s because of Anakin. He is so uncomfortable around Anakin, he doesn’t want Anakin to be there because he knows Anakin will make the situation worse (and he does!! his outburst and lack of understanding gets Fives killed!!). Rex believes Fives and wants to say so much more–he wants to comfort him, calm him down and tell him everything will be fine. Fives is his brother, and Rex knows he can handle the situation. He also knows that Fives is afraid, and honest and just needs someone to listen. Rex didn’t want Anakin there, but he was there and that is where things went wrong. Anakin doesn’t even realize how much he was intruding in that moment  between two brothers, he doesn’t even see the importance in the moment(hell it was even an important moment between Fox, Fives and Rex). He was aggressive, rude and didn’t even care what his presence being there had done. Anakin is to blame for Fives death, not Fox; his presence, his energy was so repulsive to Rex and you could tell. But Rex couldn’t speak out, he couldn’t say anything. He could only watch as a jedi got his brother murdered. 

my-insanity-is-an-artform:

captaingondolin:

Anakin crochets. 

Threepio suggested it after being disassembled and reassembled five times in one afternoon when Anakin was really nervous.

Insanity Rambles: Okay but Imagine!!!! @captaingondolin

(All aboard the Fix-it train to Fuck-Canon-ville)

Also Long Post that got way way way longer than I thought.

Threepio would never know it, but the errant suggestion of “Master Ani, might I suggest something more… soothing than this? I doubt you will be able to make any more improvements on myself. Might I offer crocheting or knitting? They are very useful skills and…” after the fifth time of being brought online would cause a ripple that would change the very course of fate.

Anakin’s first attempts at crocheting under Threepio’s surprisingly gentle guidance were unravelled almost as soon as they were completed. Partly because Anakin disliked the level of work he had produced but also to save on wool. 

Eventually, Shmi was presented with a simple beige shawl with a couple of small holes and a wonky hem. She adored it. 

(Oddly, people would always seem to be kinder, less brutal, less superior towards her when she wore it. Even Watto seemed to be in a milder mood. She always felt safe when she wore it.)

(She wore the shawl one morning to gather mushrooms after Ani had gone and she had been freed. It was old and holey and so very precious. So precious that when she suddenly felt it tug against something, a sensation of peril and dread, she stopped and turned back to her home, hoping it wouldn’t unravel and remembering the bit of yarn that could patch up the possible hole. It was only an hour later when she went back out to collect the mushrooms and found a Tusken-wrecked vaporator that she realised what had almost happened.)

Crocheting was soothing in a different way than working with machines or podracing. There was no adrenaline rush, no Watto hovering over his shoulder. Just him and the wool and the odd way the world seemed to narrow yet expand in his senses. He always felt better after crocheting. Calmer. More balanced.

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