1) Truly magical night. A powerful Jedi is checking a powerful child’s potential. A concerned parent is watching from afar.
Same here, with Ahsoka and Grogu. In both cases we have this misterious mood, as if even nature is telling us: this child is important, this child can grow up to become someone special.
2) The Jedi and the parent discussing the child’s past and potential. In this scene Anakin’s darkness is not yet known, so the scenery is very bright. Anakin himself is not present in the conversation, he’s busy doing something else. Shmi and Qui-Gon stand together, which makes it obvious, they want the same thing for Anakin, they are contemplating, what they can do to make his life better (and, probably already thinking about the possibility of him being a Jedi).
Mando and Ahsoka also discuss Grogu, but it’s a bit different. The scenery is very dark (except the tiny light in the middle) and the conversation is also circling around dark subjects. Grogu sitting between the Jedi and teh Mandalorian kind of symbolizes two options for him, two different roads he can take - because, in comparison to Anakin’s case, it is not so obvious, that he SHOULD take the Jedi path, that everybody around him believes it is the best path it can be. Also, from this scene (and some signals before), we have learned that Grogu is not as “pure” as Anakin was at the beginning - he already has BIG darkness looming above him.
3) Saing goodbye scene.
Now, we are going according to “the Phantom Menace” timeline, but we know, that in “the Mandalorian” the scene number 4 will go first.
Anakin’s goodbye with his mother is both happy and sad, beautiful and a bit depressing. The bond between the parent and the child is very clear - neither of them want to part. However, Shmi (as every good parent) loves her son selflessly and altough she is sad, she is ready to let go of him, for his sake.
Anakin, on the other hand, is completely NOT ready to let go, to say goodbye and to choose between his mum and the Jedi. When I look at this scene after so many years, I realize, he SHOULD have had more time, none of this should be rushed.
But we know Qui-Gon and his group are in hurry. There is no time neither for Qui-Gon nor Anakin to think things through.
And so, Anakin leaves with the Jedi, leaves his mother with the relief, that her baby’s future is secured (or so she thinks).
If you look very closely at Mando in episode 5, you realize he is acting PRECISELY like Shmi. He is such a good parent here. It’s obvious he loves Grogu and doesn’t want to part with him, but he knows the best option for Grogu is to become someone like Ahsoka - someone who can defend himself from the Empire-like villains, using cool lightsabers.
It’s Grogu who is so NOT ready to part with Mando. Not the other way round.
(Remember, I’m talking about readyness to let go, not WANTING to let go - there is a difference!)
But this time, the outcome is different.
In this case, scenery is a bit darker in comparison to Anakin’s goodbye scene. And the Jedi does NOT take the child. However, it’s important to note, she doesn’t completely rejects the idea of him being a Jedi, like she does in the scene number 4 (but we’ll get to that in a moment).
4) Finally, the rejection scene!
Let’s start with Anakin.
First, we have a (VERY) succesfull Force test, then The Fear Talk, Yoda’s sad realisation and The Discussion.
And it’s all happening while THE SUN SETS (when they reach the decision, it’s already dark!). Remember, when I told you about the previous scenes? How almost all of them, in Anakin’s case, were happening in the light and nobody were talking about the danger of training him, nothing about the darkness looming deep from within him? Well, it certainly changes NOW.
As you can see, there are already quite a lot of similarities with Grogu’s case.
Again, we have (not so smooth, but) succesfull Force Test, another Fear Talk (although not so direct, and a bit more gentle) and the Discussion.
So, what are the differences?
First of all, the talk is very private, and the kid (Grogu) is probably not fully aware of what the adults are talking about right now. It’s not the intimidating Jedi Council meeting, where the kid is present and fully understanding the fact, that they are talking about HIM, and for some reason he’s not GOOD.
Another interesting difference is that we have the Civillian (well, the Mandalorian actually, but you know, what I mean) talking with The Jedi, instead of the Jedi Master discussing importantn thing with other Jedi Masters. Which should look very different, but in fact… doesn’t ;)
Both Mando and Qui-Gon based their arguments on emotions, and on knowing their kids better than anyone (it’s kind of cute) and being confident in their kids abilities.
“Whaat?! Hey, but look, what he can do!” - this kind of stuff.
From the other hand, both Jedi Council and Ahsoka (another funny thing about this situation, considering Ahsoka’s whole past with the Jedi Council, that she now thinks similarily to them) - they talk from the experience. They are being reasonable. Well, in Ahsoka’s case it’s a bit more personal with her whole experience with Anakin, but we must admit, that her arguments are not stupid or out of blue.
And the outcome of both meetings is actually… similar (again).
The Council and Ahsoka are giving a “no”, but it’s not a definitive “NO”. There is still a small hint of “hm… maybe… maybe yes”.
Well, we know, what the conclusion was, at least for Anakin. But, what about Grogu?
And this is precisely the reason, why I’m talking about all of this in the first place.
I believe that Grogu’s story in Mandalorian is finally going to give us the confirmation of something I’ve been waiting to see in Star Wars franchise for AGES.
The paralell of Anakin’s story, but ending DIFFERENTLY!
Also, the study of attachment and the explanation of HOW can a Jedi DEAL with it and come out victorious.
We KNOW, from the canon, that it is possible for a Jedi to have predispositions towards the dark side (Luke), adapt the dark side into their combat style (Windu) or even leave the Order (Ahsoka) and still stay in the light.
But none of this Jedi had soooo maaanyyy similarities with Anakin, not even Luke (well, ok, Luke had many simillarities with his dad, but they were different similarities than Grogu).
To be honest, I’ve always wondered, how Anakin’s story would end, if the prequel trilogy was completed BEFORE the original trilogy. It may sound a bit odd, but I don’t really believe, that the Jedi Order treated Anakin wrongly. Well, they’ve made mistakes, of course, and it was difficult for them to approach him, since he was so very, very different than other Padawans. Obi-Wan, Padme and the rest of the Jedi Family sincerely loved Anakin and they did they best to make him a good man - they have just lost to Palpatine’s clever calculations.
But with Grogu it doesn’t have to be this way.
And I’m eager to see, how Grogu grows up to become a powerful, good, but extraordinary Jedi. And, how Mando ends up as someone much more than a simple bounty hunter ;)
The only question is - will they do it together? Because, well… episode number 6 from the second season gave me the vibe, that the FINAL GOODBYE between the two is waiting for us somewhere in the future. It will happen - it HAS to happen in order to prove that Grogu (unlike Anakin) is capable of letting go, of accepting the loss of the loved one.
Sorry about the possible mistakes. Unfrotunately, I don’t have an English beta.
drugs or drama
choose your outcome
and don’t deny
take a part in the taking
used never new
how come they didn’t design you
to come take away the pain
i’m not entirely sure of the Name!
drugs drugs or drama
i spat out my lungs
and i threw up my blood
didn’t make me a martyr
i told myself never again and again
but repetition is reconciliation or so it would seem
drama can’t be mean
drama is tragedy
drugs are the humor to me
And yes we have a tag for love triangles under themes, next time can you please send in different asks for each question/request?
Hey all I’m on Tumblr too!!!……I write stories on wattpad with the name AloraOfDarkness…..do follow me, at your own wish;)
Aside from HC’s 800 years someone pls remind me to add 1) beloved one-shot and 2) panic one-shot to my WIP list bc they’re both mentally written but not. Written written orz
HI GUYS HAHA💔
i hope you’re prepared for an art dump because 🥲👍
I’ve come to share some art/mostly concept art for my stories,,,,,,,,
now these two ^^^ are Ealla, the goddess of the sun, and Atlas, a soft-spoken bard who accidentally got sucked into an infamously fatal prophecy 😳. They’re the main characters for my story names the sun’s parable 👉👈.
Here’s a full body of Ealla in her goddess form hehe
also her sister Aone, the goddess of the stars, is here too. i’ve been trying to pull inspiration from some other cultures (since i was originally doing mostly european originally) so i’m trying to do something like these hehe
it’s atlas it’s him!!! my boy!!!! and some nightmare thing i have yet to name but i love!!! i love my boy i’m sorry,,,
this is from a different/the main story of mine named The Revenant, and this is Kinneret!! she’s the main character i lov her 🥺
anyways thanks for looking at my art i hope you enjoy it 🥺💕
romeo! don’t be a hoe-meo!
We attend the
We think ourselves as
the Gods of justice,
And the courtroom
as our rightful palace,
We hear everything
the convict appeals
with our own hands
stained with blood
from the last murder,
We pass the verdict
that he is guilty
of the crime of
turning into a monster,
We celebrate with
as Satan adds yet
another sin we will
carry with our lives,
And just like that
we never realised
we really can’t judge
when we would’ve done
the same thing if
we were in his place,
~ monsters are not born, they are made
Me, reading King Lear:
Act 1: …this is weird, will probably clear up.
Act 2: …okay, it got weirder, but honestly, what could happen next?
Act 3: …ohmyGOSH IT GOT BLOODY AND WEIRDER?!
Act 4: …what am I even reading at this point…
Act 5: … … … my soul is crushed. But also. That was …
In conclusion: King Lear the play is weird. And creepy. And gory. And depressing. …and I loved every line of it.
𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝒜 𝒟𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒
What did it mean? To be born again with no one from a past life to learn from past mistakes? To lose a lover that cherished you as you cherished them? The memories you shared only to be nothing but a mere vivid dream? As if it never happened…
It wasn’t fair, to only wish for happiness to be bestowed upon everyone, only to receive nothing but a tragic life, from the very beginning to the very end.
It was hard, to say the least. Going about everyday knowing I wouldn’t ever see your face again, being stuck in the ever same body that I had when I was with you; my love for you has not subsided one bit. My life with you was hundreds, -no, thousands of years ago. Centuries have past yet I still only see your face every time I blink.
I used to believe it was just dreams repeating. Figments of my imagination, something only my brain made up. But how could my brain at a ripe young age dream such a reality that seemed too real? But now I know, it was real. I was a child when I tried finding you. Playing games with an innocence that only a child could have. I would make another kid play you at every chance I would get, as if you were a character and not a real being at one point. They would always get confused on why I would frown and weep when they had no idea who you were. It caused a lot of the adults around me to be worried, I was often consoled by them. Other than that, they called me an old soul. I couldn’t dare act my age in this life, it didn’t feel right. I still had a childish nature, but I was noticeably more mature than other kids around me.
It would remain like that for all my life, searching for you. I tried loving others, I really did, but I always found myself comparing them to you. Most relationships never ended on a good note. But I think most of them ended before they could even start, anyways. They were always saying that I was searching for more, that I was holding onto something that kept me from truly loving them. They were right. I accepted the fact that they weren’t you, that they were their own person. Never once did it change. So I stopped seeking others only after a small period of trying.
It seems not even in this life could I move on. I was relieved from that life only to remember every finest detail of it in this one. It was a curse and a blessing all at once. Being able to remember you, all we’ve been through together until our very last breath, reaching out right out to hold each other as we started feeling weightless. I couldn’t reach you on time, I wish I did. It had been so long since I grazed you even then. Being separated from you for many nights, only to see each other one final time. I was thankful that was allowed. The moment I saw you and you saw me was heartbreaking. Matching bruises and cuts, blood stains on clothes from various torture methods, hollow cheeks, crippled bodies…. We looked pathetic, to the very least we were together again.
I didn’t know if what happened was real or not. I was still in denial, especially during my young adulthood. Finding our story in a history book was almost comical to say the least. No one from this time truly knows if it truly happened for it was so long ago, but they say that the evidence is too grave to not believe it. So you could say as soon as I got back to the place I was supposed to call home, I was a mess. In hysteria, I cried and cried. I refused to attend school during that time. They were reading our story like it was some joke. Our lives narrowed down to nothing more than a tiny portion in their history. I was forced to go to school against my protests, but I ended up not regretting going after all. Our story ended up being more than that, a book was assigned to my literature class about us. Lots of the story was fabricated due to the lack of factual information but our truth still stands there. Talking about it in class was interesting too, not only making me cry but all the others as well. The sympathy made me weep even more. It was hard trying to come up with lies as to why I understand the story so much. The teacher kept telling jokes and making remarks that I lived during that time, he didn’t seem to understand I’m actually one of the leading roles in the so-called cliche romance…
My parents even in this life, though they were more on the wealthy side this time around, were still not present in my life. I was free from their hold, never once did they care. I guess it was a good coincidence I was able to remember a deep-rooted past I wasn’t supposed to remember in the first place. Raising myself only to remain by my lonesome was rather depressing. I was told by them to do whatever I want, I could ask for anything as long as I don’t bother them too much. So I told them I wanted to travel the world.
The world has changed since we first walked it together. Our homeland has become a tourist attraction. The palace we called home now nothing more than a pile of rubble with pillars. It came as a shock to me when they said they see your ghostly figure circling the halls of our castle. In a time of desperation to be able to see you again I decided to live as close as I could. Many nights would I take tours of our fastness in a hopes to see you, and many nights that I hoped when I would see you that you would see me. But at last, my hopes have died when I spent months trying to reach a figment of someone else’s imagination. You were gone; and have been for a long time.
A statue was made of us in front of our stronghold in our honor for being two of -if not the greatest rulers the country has ever seen. It was hard reading what happened after our lives came to a conclusion, but reading about it in the very streets we ran through as young lovers together was what really caused suffering in my heart. Our home torn apart and reshaped countless of times. But none of our successors came close to what we set in motion. Not the ones who overthrew us, and not the ones who overthrew them. Our empire was lost in the textiles, it was compared to a bird of prey losing its ability to soar through the clouds…
I could never get used to the restless hours in the night. Living where we took our first and final breaths caused night-terrors to plague my sleep. I couldn’t keep on anymore. I thought that maybe while I was born on one side of the world you could’ve been born on the other. Traveling the world proved worthless, and moving back to where our tale took place only brought me an endless amount of pain. Life isn’t worth it if you’re not here to be by my side experiencing it.
Taking my last nightly stroll through the wasteland that used to be grand weighed heavy on my shoulders. No one else will miss me in this life, that is a given. The family who sought out quenching their greed rather than giving me a proper home life, the friends who failed to keep their promises of staying in contact with me, none of it mattered now. I was going to die right where we both previously did. This time I’m sure to reach you, right? I’ll be able to see you again, right? I would give anything to relive our best moments together. To cherish our nights together where all we did was dance under the moonlight in our bed chambers. All I want is to see you again…
𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭. 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓽'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓽, 𝓵𝓸𝓵. 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓲'𝓶 𝓷𝓵𝓽 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓯 𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓲 𝓶𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓽 𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽. 𝓪𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼, 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼, 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝔀𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰.
If I could have loved anyone, it should have been her.
If I could have eaten dinner at anyone’s table and traded jokes with anyone’s aged relatives and taken on walks anyone’s small, society-mandated dog, it would have all worked out perfectly. We would have gone to wine-tastings and I would have kept the devil in my back pocket and the world in my front, and things would have settled like that.
I didn’t mind her lipstick on my mouth, but her fragile bones burned up too easy, and it wasn’t her, even if it should have been.