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Anyone else noticing the searches aren’t coming back accurately?

#tumblr #search engine optimization #fanfic search

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To my fellow fanfiction readers,

When you're feeling alone, when you're sad, scared, lost, when you feel broken please try and remember this.

Your comfort character? Would absolutely adore you. They would think you were amazing, flaws and all. They would sit with you when you cried, they'd help you through every hardship.

They're here sweetheart, they're waiting for you, waiting for you to find the new story of your love, to revisit how you first met. They're so ready to fall in love with you all over again, and they will. Because they adore you. So please take care or yourself sweet one, they'd be so lost without you.

So what will it be tonight, friends to lovers? A/B/O? The one bed trope? Found family? Will you find eachother again after a time apart? Will it be smut or fluff? Love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? It's always exciting to start again isn't it? To rediscover how much you adore them.

I hope tomorrow is easier to live through than today, that you find that fic you're looking for, that safe place to land.

Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr, scrolling along with you, trying to make sure no one feels as alone as when they started. You are loved, matter, you are worth everything.

~💛❤True

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Hi everyone!

I was wondering if anyone on tumblr could help me find a good weighted blanket. I have one but the beads are leaking out of it. Every time I wash it, even on gentle more beads are leaking out. Does anyone know a high quality one that won’t leak? I’m looking for a blue one hopefully with Sherpa on it. Any help would be amazing!!

#weighted blanket #blanket #adhd #anxiety #shopping #insomnia #sleeping #bedroom #bed #sheets #comfort #help #advice #blue weighted blanket

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Date Night

Damon Salvatore x reader. The reader is the girlfriend of damon salvatore, and the reader had a bad day and when she comes home damon has cooked dinner, and the next day, sebastian treats the reader a day to hair salon, where he sits next to her and waits, and he waits till the reader her nails had done, and they going on a date night, with a lot of fluff thanks @maximeevansblog

I slump down onto the couch and grab a blanket and put on my favorite Netflix show. A few minutes later, Damon walks in and kisses my head, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

I turn around, “You didn’t have to do that, it was my turn to cook.”

Damon picks me up, spinning me around, and I give a small smile, “You had a bad day, of course I’m doing that. Besides you said I couldn’t compel or kill anyone you work with, so you’re welcome.”

I get up in the morning surprised to see Damon’s not in bed next to me. I go downstairs and Sebastian’s sitting in the living room.

“Dear, we’re going to get you dolled up, and ready for your night.”

I shake my head confused, “What night?”

Sebastian guides me out the door, “I’ll tell you when we get there.”

We stop at a hair salon and I turn to Sebastian, he notices me staring at him, and says, “Fine, fine I gave you my word I would tell you once we got here. I shared your struggles at work with Damon and he decided you deserve a good night. Now come now, we have a reservation in a few minutes.”

As the beautician starts doing my hair, I look over at Sebastian, “You know you don’t have to stay right?”

Sebastian smirks, “But then I couldn’t read this intriguing magazine,” and picks up one of the Cosmopolitan magazines on the end table.

After my hair is styled, we head to a nail salon and get my favorite color painted. As we walk into Sebastian’s house, the most beautiful evening gown is waiting for me, in the same color as my nails. I turn and hug Sebastian, and he says, “Go on, try it on.”

Before stepping out of the guest room, I check my makeup once more, grab my clutch, and head out. I step out and slide my hands down the evening gown. Sebastian turns around and says, “You look beautiful, Damon will absolutely love it.”

As I step out of the limo at the Salvatores’ house, I follow the fairy lights leading the way into the garden. Damon is waiting in the center, in a form-fitting black tuxedo. 

“You look breathtaking.”

I blush and say, “How did I get so lucky?” 

He offers me his hand, his eyes stunning as I look into them as he leads me in a dance.

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #date night #reader fic #vampire diaries #legacies #mystic falls #damon salvatore fic #damon salvatore romance #damon salvatore fluff #vampire diaries fluff #tvd #tvd fluff #couple #damon salvatore headcanon #sebastian

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Some reader, lightly commenting on my fic: hey i liked this.

me, my eyes enormous: you COMMENT me? you comment on my fic, like the story? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

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I feel old 😂

Time for Childhood for you 90s/Early 2000s kids

#nastolgia #childhood #elementary school

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Take It Easy

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Reader

Requested by @winterreader-nowwriter​: Can I request a Kelly Severide x reader where she’s where’s she gotten a recent injury and pushing herself back to work and he tells her to take it easy? She’s either firefighter or police. If possible could you include Crockett or Will? Thank you so much! I love your writing!!

Word Count: 898

Warnings: mention of injury

A/N: Reposted because I’m testing the tags and this one works apparently! I can’t queue stuff anymore lol! So I’ll leave this one here and I’ll delete the previous one!

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“Kelly, I’m fine.” You insisted, as you picked up your bag.

Kelly gave you another look. “You broke your arm. And had a fractured rib. Will said that any later and you might have had a punctured lung.”

“But I didn’t.” You stressed. “And look, I’m fine.” You said, twirling around in the middle of Kelly’s apartment to show him that you were okay.

When he didn’t respond, you looked at him. “Look, I bet Voight will have me on light duty anyway. And I bet you called Jay already.”

Kelly cracked a smile.

You shook your head smiling. “If I stay home another day, I’ll be crawling the walls. Let me get to the district, please.”

Kelly hadn’t moved yet.

“Kel…” You whined, reaching out for his hand and tugging at it.

Kelly narrowed his eyes at you. “Slow.” He enunciated the word, almost like a warning.

You smiled. “Promise.”

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I completely agree! I don’t want kids and everyone keeps telling me this. So what if I’ll change my mind, telling me won’t speed it along. I’m happy with my life and don’t feel the need to settle down. Your life is not mine, stop imposing your expectations of yourself on me. My future husband and I will have this talk and I’m not going to let anyone tell me what I should do with my body or pressure me into anything. I think it’s fantastic when couples want to have kids, but that is not me. I want to live my life seeing the world and being invested in my career.

stop telling your teenage daughters who say they don't want kids that they'll change their mind

#children are not a woman's prerequisite to happiness. they should be the product of happiness #women’s choice #free will #society #expectations #livethelifeyoulove

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To all the fanfic authors out there: We love and you and we really appreciate you ❤️

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For everyone who has cabin fever trapped inside...

Can you believe that there are people who live so close to the ocean that they can just think “hey, I should go to the ocean” and then they just do???

#wanderlust #ocean #oceans #pictures #sunset #nature #fresh air #travel #travel love #beach #beaches #sand #beach pics #beach pictures #beach sunset

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Surprise!

Yeah, I'd like a Halstead sister one, where the reader is preparing dinner with Jay to surprise their brother Will, but unfortunately, she falls when she's trying to grab a frypan from a high place, hurting her head badly. Jay panics and hurriedly takes her to med. When Will sees her in Jay's arms he panics as well, and although he's dying to be the one who treats her he calls Connor. She soon wakes up, and now it's her turn to panic. Her brothers stay with her all the time while Connor checks on her and they try to keep her calm. @virtualreader

The phone rings as I call Jay from my dorm at [Favorite College], “Hey Jay!”

“N/N, how’s my favorite sibling?”

“Great, [Favorite College] is so fun. Natalie texted me that Will got promoted to Head of the E.D. so we should celebrate.”

“What are you thinking? You’re too young to drink so don’t say Molly’s.”

“Fine, but that’s the backup. We could sneak into Will’s house and celebrate with dessert and balloons.”

“Simple, I like it. How about Friday? Will gets off shift early that day.”

“Great! I’ll drive up Thursday and stay at your place so I can bake.”

“I’m sleeping at Hailey’s so you’ll have the place to yourself.”

I shift the three boxes over to my left side before ringing the doorbell. I hear footsteps and then Jay opens the door.

“N/N, come on in.”

Jay hugs me as I walk in and ruffles my hair.

I bat at his hand and the boxes shift. “Stop it, I bring baked goods and we’re only eating them if they make it to the table in one piece.”

Jay smirks, and grabs the boxes from me, and puts them on the counter. “So what are we eating?”

“I may have gone a little overboard, but I made a chocolate fudge cake with ganache and a cinnamon apple pie.”

Jay laughs, “What’s in the last box?”

“Well, I was thinking we could have Hailey and Natalie over tomorrow so I brought chocolate mousse brownies, just in case.”

Jay nods, “Great.”

“Have you blown up the balloons yet?”

Jay shakes his head, “No, I just got here, we had a case.”

“Ok, I’m going to make dinner, he gets off in an hour.”

“Hey Jay, where does Will keep his frying pan? I want to fry bacon.”

“Why would I know?”

“I don’t know you’re here more than me.”

I start opening cabinets and I reach up on my toes to reach the top cabinet, regretting my height right now, I see frying pans on the top shelf. I grab a wobbly barstool and stand on it. I reach up and as I’m grasping the pan, the stool moves, and I slip. Falling, my head hits the metal stove and everything goes black.

Jay’s POV

I hear a crash as I finish the balloons Y/N insisted we get. Dread enters me as I run into the kitchen. My heart drops, as I see her on the floor, blood pooling around her head. I run over and feel a pulse. I pick her up and drive her to Med, calling Will on the way there.

At the E.D., Will is waiting for us. Head to Room 2. I set her on the gurney, gently, and Will starts checking her pupils. “What happened?”

Before I can say anything, Connor comes in. “Will you’re too close to Y/N, I’ll treat her.”

Will nods, and Connor starts checking Y/N over as I fill them in on what happened.

Y/N’s POV

I blink a few times as bright fluorescent lights shine above me. I turn my head and wince at the pain as I see Jay and Will sitting on either side. I feel something sharp poking into my right arm and fear sluices through me. I grab at the needle and Will grabs my arm, “N/N, calm down, it’s just a needle.”

I keep trying to pull at it, “Please get it out! Please! You know I hate needles.”

Will and Jay switch positions and Will moves closer to me, “N/N, you need the antibiotics, you have a fracture in your skull and-”

“I cracked my skull open!”

Will winces, “Yes. You’re going to be just fine, but in order for you to heal and for us to take the stitches out, you need to finish that bag of antibiotics.”

I nod and take a shaky breath. Jay says, “You’re doing great.”

Will laughs, “You should have seen Jay he was panicking worse than you were.”

Jay huffs, “I was not. Trying to sneak out is different than panicking.”

I laugh, “You tried to sneak out!”

Jay shakes his head, “I had a perfectly good excuse. I had a gunshot wound.”

Will shakes his head, “That’s exactly why you were in here.”

Connor walks in and says, “I see you have a family history of troublemaking. Probably best, not to give Y/N any ideas,” he winks at me. “Seriously though, glad to see you’re awake. We’ll do a CT scan and then you’ll pick up some antibiotics and you can go home.”

“Thank you, Connor.”

“No problem, for my favorite Halstead”

Will objects and Connor says, “Jay never told us why you were cooking at Will’s apartment though.”

I look at Jay and he says, “I was hoping to keep the surprise.”

Will crinkles his brow, “What surprise?”

I laugh, “Well we were planning a surprise for you, but I guess we moved it to your work. Surprise?”

#Halstead!Sister #halstead sister #halstead #jay halstead #will halstead #connor rhodes #chicago med #chicago pd #reader insert #skull fracture #injury #whump #chicago med reader #chicago med!reader #jay halstead x platonic!reader #will halstead x platonic!reader #connor rhodes x platonic!reader #one chicago #one chicago imagine #jay halstead imagine #will halstead imagine #halstead!sister imagine #imagine #chicago med imagine #college!reader

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Migraine

Damon Salvatore x reader. The reader has a migraine.

“Well that was fun,” Damon smirks and I laugh.

“You call running into a group of rogue witches, fun?” Stefan asks in disbelief.

“All in a day’s work and you two still get to have fun at school,” Damon pours two glasses of bourbon and hands one to me.

“You know you’re becoming a bad influence,” Stefan sighs.

Damon smirks, “Stefan, live a little.”

“I bet you drank in 1864,” I say.

Stefan rolls his eyes and walks out

Damon walks toward me and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. I lean in and we start kissing. As I pull back a beam of light cuts through the room and I wince.

Damon turns his head and looks into my eyes, “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and throbbing pain pierces my head, “It’s nothing.”

Damon scans me as Stefan walks back in, “Y/N, we should go. School starts soon.”

I turn around and Stefan hands me my bag. We start walking out the door when Damon vamp speeds in front of me, “You should stay here in case any of the witches come back.”

“Damon, I am going to school and living a normal life.”

I walk into history class and Mr. Saltzman’s brow furrows. He starts talking to the class and I pull out my notebook, but my hands start sweating and everything blurs out.

Stefan touches my arm and I jump. The whole class is piling it out the door.

“You okay?”

I nod and Stefan opens his mouth, but Mr. Saltzman interrupts, “Y/N, stay back please.”

Stefan looks at me and I shake my head. He nods and walks out the door.

Mr. Saltzman looks at me, “Were there any complications last night?”

I move and lean against the window, as the Sun was not helping the pounding in my head. “No, we got most of them. We’re hunting down the rest tonight. We’ll need some more herbs though.”

“I’ll bring some by the boarding house after school. I can call Damon, you don’t look well.”

“No, I’m fine. Really,” I walk out the door and head to lunch.

I slump down onto the table and search through my bag, waiting for the others.

“Are these what you’re looking for?” Damon holds up my sunglasses and I nod. He slips them on me and says, “Ric told me you said you were fine, which is what you say when you aren’t, so we’re going.

I stand up, “Damon…”

“You’re my girl and I need to protect you.”

As we walk into the living room, I take off my sunglasses and I feel my eyes contracting. “Damon.” He turns towards me as my vision goes black and I fall.

Seconds, later my eyes blink open as Damon’s concerned, blue eyes enter my vision, his mouth is moving but I don’t hear anything. I close my eyes.

The throbbing in my head brings me back to consciousness. Soft sheets are under me and I smell Damon’s cologne. I open my eyes and see him looking at me, “Sleeping beauty awakens, how are you feeling?”

I start to push myself up, “Fine, I just need---”

Damon pushes me back down, “You’re not leaving this bed, until you’re feeling better.”

He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out Excedrin.

“How’d you know?”

Damon rolls his eyes, “You had this on a different shelf, so I figured it was important, so I googled it, and it made sense. By the way, you texted your aunt saying you were sleeping over at Bonnie’s so don’t worry.”

I nod and rub my neck hard as Damon hands me some water. Damon’s eyes flicker to my neck and he asks, “What hurts?”

I swallow the pills and mumble, “My neck and head.”

Damon lays on the bed next to me and I put my head on his chest as he whispers, “Go back to sleep.”

I start to object, but he starts massaging the back of my neck and I groan and fall back asleep.

I open my eyes and the throbbing in my head has lessened. I peek through the blinds and see the full moon. Grateful, I can tolerate the light, I realize my migraine is almost over. I walk down the stairs and notice a silhouette in the living room.

“Mr. Saltzman?”

Mr. Saltzman turns around, “Y/N, glad to see you’re feeling better. Damon and Stefan are hunting down the remaining witches, Damon asked me to stay here.

I nod, “Did they bring anyone else?”

“Don’t worry, they’ll be fine.”

I unscrew the lid on the bourbon and pour myself a glass, sitting down on the couch, I say, “I should have gone with them.”

I start to take a sip of bourbon, when suddenly it’s plucked out of my hands.

“You know I am your teacher right? And you were in no shape to fight, you would have been a liability.

“Do most teachers hunt down supernatural creatures with their students?”

Mr. Saltzman sips the bourbon and hands me a glass of water, “Water will help more than this.”

I sip the water and start reading one of my books that’s on the end table. Mr. Saltzman pulls out some papers and we sit like that for an hour or so when Damon and Stefan appear back in the living room. I stand up and scan both of them. Stefan asks, “How are you feeling?”

Damon looks at me as I answer, “Better. Thank you.”

Ric packs up and says, “When we find the werewolf lair, I’m coming with you until then, try not to get in too much trouble. Good night guys.”

We say good night and Damon and I head to bed.

#tvd #tvd x reader #tvd x y/n #reader insert #y/n #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader #damon x reader #damon x y/n #damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #stefan salvatore #alaric saltzman #reader whump #reader migraine #reader headache #vampire diaries headache #vampire diaries migraine #migraine #heachache #damon salvatore migraine #damon salvatore whump #mystic falls #vampires #werewolves #witches

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Awoken

For the anon who requested : hi could i request Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap and waking up from a nightmare with either hotch or barba <33

I went with Barba because oh god am I on an SVU kick, I hope that’s okay! :)

Warnings for : description of death and mentions of blood 

He had the girl in his arms, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other one holding a knife to her throat. Little droplets of blood oozed from where he was applying pressure. 

“Get back, get back or I’ll kill her.” He threatened, and you knew he wasn’t bluffing, he had killed before and you had the bodies on slabs in the morgue to prove it. Suddenly that was falling away from you and you were swimming in a pool of crimson water. The tides were too rough and suddenly it was no longer swimming, it was drowning. You gasped for air, arms and legs thrashing violently as images spun in and out of focus. The knife cutting swiftly, your partner’s gun firing from beside you as you stood still in shock. The aftermath.

“Y/N?” Someone called from above your head and you thrashed harder, trying to swim towards the sound of a familiar voice. 

“Y/N.” It repeated. You were screaming now, but no sound was coming out. All could hear was the sound of waves crashing and the blood thumping in your ears. You were terrified. The voice was becoming clearer through the waves and the chaos. And suddenly you burst through the surface of the water gasping for air.

“No!” You screamed out into the dark apartment. The sounds of waves were gone but your heartbeat was still pounding tantalizing in your ears, you covered them with both of your hands and brought your knees up to your chest. 

“Y/N,” The voice came from just beside you as gentle hands pulled your hands from your ears, “Come on, amor, it’s alright. You’re safe, you’re here, look at me.” You looked up, eyes wild. You looked at your boyfriend first, then your eyes scanned the bedroom for any sign of danger. No one was there besides the two of you, no sound besides you labored breathing and the soft hum of the fan above you. No man. No knife. No little girl’s broken body laying in a pool of blood. You sighed and rubbed your hands over your sweaty face. 

“I’m sorry.” Rafael shook his head, eyes seeping with concern for you. 

“Don’t apologize. Are you alright?” You knew you had woken him up. You just weren’t sure what did it; your violent thrashing, or the screaming your sore throat told you that you had been doing. 

“Nightmare.” You responded weakly. You wished you could fall back over and resume your sleep, you were exhausted most days since the incident, rarely sleeping through the night if at all. 

“Again?” He asked worriedly, “Cariño, talk to me.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to talk, you wanted your life back. Her life back. Rafael frowned at you, and gently took one of your hands in his. “You’re shutting me out.” His voice was gentle but his words stung, because he was right. 

“Please, I don’t want to talk right now.” 

“In the morning then.” He assured you and you sighed and smiled stiffly. 

“In the morning.” You agreed finally, “We can talk.” Rafael shifted in the bed so his back was against the headboard before gently pulling you down so your head was resting in his lap. You were quiet for a few minutes as his nimble fingers worked at rubbing your temple, then the back of your neck, allowing some of the tension to wash from you. When he was satisfied that you had relaxed some he moved both hands to your hair, playing with the locks. He rubbed his fingers across your scalp and scratched gently before smoothing some of the sweat soaked hair from your forehead. You continued like this, in silence for what felt like ages. Finally the man spoke from above you. 

“Te quiero. Te quiero mi amor.” You loved when he spoke to you in Spanish, it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, and this moment was no exception. 

“I love you too, Raf.” You whispered into the darkness. He continued to alternate between playing with your hair and lovingly massaging your scalp. Finally he lifted your head and scooted down on the bed so he was laying and replaced your head on his chest, right over his heart. 

“Hear that?” He asked and you nodded against him, eyes feeling heavier. Maybe you could catch a few hours of sleep after all. You tapped a finger against his chest to the beat of his heart beneath you. “It beats for you, my dearest.” You smiled. 

“You’re sappy.” 

“You make me sappy.” He chuckled. “Do you want to try and go back to sleep?” You didn’t. But you were running on fumes, and you needed it so you nodded yet again. He kissed the top of your head, “I’ll stay up for a bit to make sure you’re okay, sleep now. I’ll be right here if you need me, alright?” 

“Alright.” You whispered, “and thank you.” He kissed the top of your head once before and held you closer to him. 

“You don’t need to thank me, I’m yours for better and for worse. We will get through this. You’re the strongest woman I know.” So you fell back into a thankfully dreamless sleep to the sound of Rafael’s heartbeat and his hands tracing idle patterns where they rested on your arm and waist. It was one of the best sleeps you’d had since the incident and it was all thanks to him.

#law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #barba x reader #SVU reader #svu imagine #SVU nightmare #SVU cop!reader #SVU detective!reader

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Take care of me

Request:

Summary: Y/N is part of the Avengers and guides the team through different missions from her room at the Avengers tower. After a long mission, Y/N tries to relax, since she’s been experiencing headaches that seem to get worse and worse after every mission. On her way back to her room, her peace and quiet get disturbed by her secretly favorite Asgardian.

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader, Loki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 1564 words

A/N: Hello my lovelies! I am finally back with a little one-shot that was requested for the ‘Revive the MCU’ Challenge. I would like to thank annon for sending in this cute idea! I hope I managed to write this in a way it was pictured in their mind. I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot. And I hope it’s not too cheesy! Let me know what you guys think!

My inbox is still open if any of you want to submit ideas for the ‘Revive the MCU’ Challenge (I think my inbox is acting a little weird, so don’t be discouraged to send in your request again if you have doubts about me seeing them!) 

Have fun reading, and stay safe! I love you guys!

“Where to now?” the voice in your ear asks you. Your eyes shoot across the different floorplans displayed on the computer screens. “Hmmm..” You softly hum as your mind races to figure out what the next move is.  Your eyes focus on the screen in front of you. “You’re on the second floor…” you mumble to yourself before closing your eyes to focus. “Steve, you’re on the second floor,” You raise your voice this time. “That means the stairs are on your right-hand side.” You wait for him to respond. “Okay, I got it.” He responds after a while. “Thanks, Y/N…” You hear through your earpiece as you stretch, “No problem, It’s what I’m here for.” You respond. “I know,” He starts, “but I truly want to thank you for being here for all of us. We wouldn’t be able to do this job without you Y/N.” A smile spreads across your face as you lean back in your chair, “Your welcome, Steve. Thank you for being here for me too.” You pause for a second before you hear someone else asking for your help. “Now go kick some ass, I’ll talk to you when you guys get back.” You try to quickly wrap up the conversation. “See ya then.” He responds before he turns off the signal. You turn your chair around and switch the floorplans, “Talk to me Nat,” you say while scooting closer to the desk.

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I never thought about it like this but they’re so right!

Just thinking about how… 

When you take a step back and look at the Star Wars universe as a whole, it gets really hard to defend Padmé and Anakin’s relationship. 

A common criticism against the Jedi Order is that they stood between Anakin and the love of his life, and that it tore him apart. And yeah, I guess that’s fair - if you ignore that Anakin was absolutely free to leave, that Padmé being a senator was as much of a problem as Anakin being a Jedi (which she states herself in AotC and RotS), and that Jedi weren’t even forbidden to have sex or to be in love (as explicitly stated by Lucas and Obi-Wan respectively - the problem with marriage was commitment; commitment to your spouse over commitment to your duty).

Except it wasn’t the secrecy that made Anakin fall. He would have reduced the Galaxy to ashes to save Padmé even if he’d been free to be married to her openly. And when you look at the fate of the universe? At what Anakin allowed to happen for Padmé? It’s not just the Clones whose identity and free will were ripped from them, not just the Jedi who were slaughtered by their best friends. 

The Lasat were exterminated, the Wookiees enslaved, the Geonosians wiped out, the Mandalorians hunted down, the Force-sensitives children kidnapped. Worlds like Lothal were reduced to starvation. Alderaan was destroyed - billions of people, dead. Thousands of worlds were occupied and stripped of their resources. 

When you need more than one hand to count the number of genocides the Empire committed, the scale of the horror is just too great to fathom. 

So from that perspective - taking a step back, setting aside Padmé’s and Anakin’s feelings, understanding what was a stake - I say who cares. Who cares that Anakin was in love and that he felt he couldn’t live without Padmé. The priority was never “let Anakin Skywalker have everything his heart desires” - the priority was the billions of lives that were between him and his dreams. 

That’s Jedi philosophy (except they are more compassionate that I am here). That you can’t place your emotions, your relationships, your loved ones above everything and everyone else. That’s selfish and that’s evil. Anakin’s tale was never that of a star-crossed lover who tried to break his bonds and love despite his cold, unfeeling Masters’ rules. 

Anakin’s tale was that of a man who loved selfishly. (”There’s nothing more important to me than the way I feel about you” - Padmé isn’t even the most important thing - the way he feels about Padmé is. “You turned her against me! You will not take her from me!”)  Who loved violently. (*after beating the crap out of Clovis* Anakin: “I know I went too far. It’s just… It’s just something inside me snapped.” Padmé: “I don’t know who’s in there sometimes. I just know that I’m not happy anymore. I don’t feel safe. I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore. At least not for a while.”) (*later strangles his pregnant wife*) 

He loved selfishly and violently and for the sake of one man’s feelings, one man’s heart, evil like nothing seen before was unleashed.

AAYLA: I can still sense your worry for Anakin, your attachment to him. AHSOKA: It’s just… I get so confused sometimes. It’s forbidden for Jedi to form attachments, yet we are supposed to be compassionate. AAYLA: It is nothing to be ashamed of, Ahsoka. I went through the same process when I was your age with my own master. AHSOKA: Really? You? AAYLA: He was like a father to me. I realized that for the greater good, I had to let him go. Don’t lose a thousand lives just to save one.

Don’t lose a thousand lives to save one. 

That’s it, that’s what letting go was about. And Anakin didn’t even try. 

Of course Palpatine was the instigator of all this death and misery, of course it was his plan, his design, his fault. But Anakin was the catalyst. And Anakin stood by and let it happen, and then picked up a lightsaber and started slaughtering his way to what he imagined was a “happy ending” with Padmé.

Looking at the big picture, looking at all the suffering and loss and the hard struggles of people like Hera and Kanan, like the Rebels who had to sacrifice everything for the freedom of others, it seems absurd, ridiculous, blatantly unfair that this all came to pass become of one’s man love. 

[winterreader-nowwriter]