It Really Has To Do With Learning. Children Teach You Compassion. They Teach You To Love Unconditionally.

        “It really has to do with learning.  Children teach you compassion. They teach you to love unconditionally. Anakin can’t be redeemed for all the pain and suffering he’s caused. He doesn’t right the wrongs, but he stops the horror. The end of the Saga is simply Anakin saying, I care about this person, regardless of what it means to me. I will throw away everything that I have, everything that I have grown to love - primarily the Emperor - and throw away my life, to save this person. And I’m doing this because he has faith in me, loves me despite all the horrible things I’ve done. I broke his mother’s heart, but he still cares about me, and I can’t let that die. Anakin is very different in the end. The thing of it: The prophecy was right. Anakin was the Chosen One, and he does bring balance to the Force. He takes the ounce of good still left in him and destroys the Emperor out of compassion for his son.” –George Lucas, The Making of Revenge of The Sith; page 221 “He takes the ounce of good still left in him and destroys the Emperor out of compassion for his son.” I’M GONNA YELL ABOUT THIS BECAUSE IT’S EXACTLY WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING. It’s easy to conflate the meanings of “attachment” and “compassion” for each other, because “attachment” has significantly different shades based on how we use it, that those definitions can make entire worlds of difference in whether or not they’re a good thing or a bad thing.  If we use the definition of “love” or “support” for “attachment”, then the Jedi saying, “Attachment is forbidden.” of course seems like it’s a terrible thing! But the way George Lucas talks about it, it’s always in the context of selfish, possessive feelings, of greed for that person, of the inability to let go when it’s time. “If he’d have been taken in his first year and started to study to be a Jedi, he wouldn’t have this particular connection as strong as it is and he’d have been trained to love people but not to become attached to them.”  –George Lucas, Attack of the Clones commentary “But he has become attached to his mother and he will become attached to Padme and these things are, for a Jedi, who needs to have a clear mind and not be influenced by threats to their attachments, a dangerous situation.“   –George Lucas, Attack of the Clones commentary “Because he was unwilling to let go of his mother, because he was so attached to her, he committed this terrible revenge on the Tusken Raiders.“ –George Lucas, Attack of the Clones commentary “Jedi Knights aren’t celibate - the thing that is forbidden is attachments - and possessive relationships.”  –George Lucas, BBC News 2002 interview “He turns into Darth Vader because he gets attached to things. He can’t let go of his mother; he can’t let go of his girlfriend. He can’t let go of things. It makes you greedy. And when you’re greedy, you are on the path to the dark side, because you fear you’re going to lose things, that you’re not going to have the power you need.” –George Lucas, Time Magazine 2002 interview This is the context of how George Lucas–and the Jedi, who frequently mirror in-universe what he says about how the Force works out-of-universe–talks about what attachment means, that it’s leading to greed, that it’s in the realm of possessive relationships, that it drives Anakin to be unable to let go (something that is narratively rewarded over and over in Star Wars), that it’s genuinely dangerous. Attachment is not the same thing as love–otherwise “he’d have been trained to love people but not to become attached to them“ would be “he’d have been trained to love people but not to love them“ and that makes no sense–and that’s why the above quote about Luke and Vader in Return of the Jedi is so important, that George doesn’t describe it as attachment, but instead compassion. That what happens between Vader and Luke isn’t a rebuke of the idea of attachment is bad, but instead a confirmation of how the Jedi were on the right track, that this was about compassion for each other. “Children teach you compassion. They teach you to love unconditionally.“ –George Lucas “Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is central to a Jedi’s life, so you might say we’re encouraged to love.” –Anakin, Attack of the Clones Return of the Jedi isn’t just about the return of the Jedi to the galaxy through Luke, but also through Anakin.  Anakin returns to being a Jedi, he returns to compassion, he returns to selflessness, he returns to letting go.  That’s why the ending of him in white Jedi robes was so significant at the end of ROTJ.

Anakin has returned to being a Jedi and everything they taught him, including compassion over attachment, that that is what these things mean in Star Wars.

he’s MY husband…paws off

Luke's just not a farmer - he has too much of his father in him.

Brb gonna go punt myself into the sun real quick, Obi-Wan seeing Anakin in Leia in both the gentleness and fire of her speeches has me inconsolable. (Star Wars: From a Certain Point of View: Return of the Jedi: "From a Certain Point of View")

when anakin’s eyes do THIS

Brother’s Best Friend

request: rooster and you in a secret relationship and hangman is your older brother

a/n: first rooster fic who cheered?!? i hope you guys like this one bc i intend to keep writing for him and hangman and i guess i’m officially in the fandom now👀 let me know what you think! <3

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin!Reader

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, smut, age gap, daddy kink, slight degradation (?), unprotected sex

word count: 2.4k (of pure filth)

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It’s not a secret that your brother’s colleagues flirt with you, jokingly, whenever you’re around. Jake seems to have made his peace with it, as long as he’s aware that no one would ever think to actually do something about it. It’s an unspoken rule: no one touches Hangman’s little sister. No questions asked. No exceptions.

However, what your brother doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right? After all, you tried to keep your distance the second you realized that your attraction runs deep, but Bradley sure as hell isn’t a man who backs down from a fight.

There’s always been a tension between you and him, one that you both attempted to push into the back of your minds, but failed miserably to do so. He knew he was a goner from the moment he laid eyes on you, and although it was wrong, he couldn’t stop thinking about you, in any scenario. He wasn’t going to let it go either until you admitted that you wanted him as much as he wanted you, until you let him take you out on a date and bring you back to his apartment, until you were a writhing mess underneath him, begging oh-so deliciously for him. At that point, how was either of you supposed to put an end to this?

That’s how you find yourself in your current situation. You’re sat on a bar stool, listening to Coyote talking your ear off about God knows what, while your secret boyfriend watches you from afar. Every time your eye catches his gaze still fixed on your figure, a particular glint of hunger swimming behind his dilated pupils, you squirm in your sit, hoping that no one notices the way you press your thighs together. Well, no one except him.

Licking his lips for what seems the umpteenth time, he brings his beer to his mouth, taking a long sip and never taking his eyes off of you in the process. It’s been too damn long since he’s had the chance to rip your clothes off and he doesn’t know how long he’s going to be able to keep himself from devouring you, even if it means doing it in front of all these people, including your brother. Never in a million years would he have thought to be in a relationship not only with his friend’s sister, but with a woman who’s fifteen years younger than him, and yet, here he is, stopping himself from rubbing his growing hard on as he stares at you.

Your hands smooth the bottom of your dress, trying to keep your composure as you send the man beside you a fake smile. It’s not that you don’t want to listen to him, but you’d much rather be in a completely different situation right now.

Finally, you notice Jake leaving the building with a girl under his arm and a smirk on his lips. You all but shake in anticipation when you mutter an apology to Coyote and begin to slowly walk towards the empty chair that’s waiting for you in front of Rooster.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw,” you purr as you take your sit, letting his eyes run up and down your body. It’s obvious that you know what you’re doing when you call him by his rank, smiling proudly at yourself at the clear effect that you’re having on him.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps in response.

You try not to focus on his lips, nor his mustache, and you surely try your hardest not to think about how the last time you were alone with him it was covered in your —

“So,” he interrupts your thoughts, a slight warmth creeping up your cheeks at the memory that your brain has decided to haunt you with, “How have you been?”

You both know that Jake has eyes and ears everywhere, which is why you make it seem like you’re just two friends catching up instead of two people who are too deep in a secret relationship.

Crossing one leg on top of the other, knowingly bringing his attention on the exposed flesh, “I’ve been good,” you reply, “You?”

He straightens up as he feels his pants getting tighter the more he looks at you. “Me, too. Could be better though.”

“And why’s that?”

He clicks his tongue, “I think you know why.” Slipping the unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt off his shoulders, he gives you a good view of his muscular arms, barely covered by the white t-shirt that seems to want to rip every time he moves. You swear your mouth waters at the sight, the only thought in your mind being the remembrance of those same arms wrapped around your neck from behind, choking you in the most panty-dropping way. If he’s not going to do anything, then it’s your turn to lure him to your apartment tonight, for there’s no way that you’re not ending this evening beneath Bradley Bradshaw.

You get up, causing a frown to appear on his features while you step around the table to stand behind him. Bending down, you place your hands on his shoulders, then you let them run down his arms, almost making a groan escape from his throat before you whisper in his ear, “If you want me to make it all better, you should come around mine tonight.” You press your mouth against his neck, smirking as you feel his pulse racing on your lips.

“Y/n —“

“Or I can find someone else to take care of me.” You taunt him, reaching your goal when you see his knuckles turn white around the cold beer in his grip.

“Behave.” He all but growls, succeeding in making you feel dizzy with arousal.

“Make me.” You breathe in his ear, and you’re lucky that he hasn’t bent you over the table and fucked you right here, right now.

“You better be there in ten.”

You hum. “Oh, and one more thing,” you seductively bite his earlobe, “I’m not wearing any underwear.”

With that, you begin to leave, moving your hips for you know he’s watching you with lust filled eyes now. You turn around, catching his gaze before you yell out, “See ya, Lieutenant.”

—

As you hear the sound of keys rattling, you thank your past self for telling Bradley where you keep your spare keys. You’re casually drinking water in your kitchen and standing in front of the counter when he bursts through the door, looking mad and hot. So goddamn hot, you think.

“Long time no see.” You joke as he shuts the door behind him.

“What the fuck was that?” The low and dangerous tone of his voice only makes you want him more and push his buttons.

“What was what?” You ask innocently.

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself trapped between his body and the kitchen counter behind you. “I think you like driving me crazy too much.”

“Oh no, Lieutenant,” you raise on your tiptoes in order to place your lips next to his ear, “I love it.”

And after a week of no physical contact, Bradley finally decides to grab your neck and claim your mouth with need. You both moan into the kiss as he easily takes control of your body by making you jump on the counter. His hands fly to your bare thighs and make their way under your dress, only to find out that you were telling the truth about the lack of underwear. Groaning against your lips, he pulls you impossibly closer and runs his palms up your waist. Your fingers find their home in his hair, pulling at the blonde strands.

Reluctantly pulling away, he quickly gets rid of your dress, throwing it somewhere across the room before his lips fall on your neck. Open-mouthed kisses are left on your skin as he makes way to your naked chest. His tongue licks your hard nipple once, slowly and torturously, then he wraps his mouth around it. You can only throw your head back and let out heavy breaths at the feeling of his experienced tongue. He doesn’t stop his attack on your breasts, even when you begin to whine and thrash in his hold.

“Fuck — I love these tits,” he mumbles before softly biting down on your nipple.

“Bradley, please.” You whimper. You can feel your arousal dripping on the surface below you and you only want him to do something — anything.

“You can beg better than that, sweetheart.” He smirks.

He kisses his way up your neck again, making you cry his name again, but it’s not enough. “Please, do something, please…daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” He growls.

In one swift motion, he throws your legs over his shoulders and pulls your wet pussy so close to his face that you can feel his breath fanning out as he asks, “What do you want daddy to do, sweetheart?”

Grabbing his hair, “Make me cum, please.” You plead.

How could he ever deny such a sweet request? His tongue delves between your folds, licking up a long stripe as you let out the most pornographic moan he’s ever heard. He starts to eat you out as if it were the last thing he’ll ever do and, by the way you mewl and whine for daddy, it might actually be, because you’re going to kill him. His mustache tickles your clit as he teases your puckered hole with the tip of his tongue. When his lips close around the swollen and slicked bundle of nerves, you instinctively push his head deeper, resulting in him moaning against you and gripping your thighs tightly. The vibrations are too much and you let out a cry of daddy that causes another throaty sound to come out of the man between your legs.

“Want your cock, daddy,” you manage to say between whines, “Please, I need your cock.”

He raises his head from between your thighs to look up at you, one hand still holding his hair and the other playing with your own breast, and if the sight alone didn’t make him cum in his pants like a teenager, nothing ever will.

“You want daddy’s cock, mh? Don’t you wanna cum all over my face?”

You shake your head, “No, I need you.”

Without even giving you the chance of understanding what is going on, he manhandles you until you’re bent over the counter and your ass is pressed against his covered member. He quickly takes his shirt off and sneaks an arm around your stomach, making you feel his muscled torso on your back. Your hand flies back to his head, holding his neck while you wiggle your backside, waiting for him to give you what you’re both craving so desperately.

With his free hand, he unbuckles his belt, the sound almost making you moan, and lets his pants and underwear fall on the ground as he talks lewd in your ear. “You want daddy to make you feel good, sweetheart? You couldn’t wait to cum on daddy’s cock, huh? Such a greedy little girl.”

As his cock catches with the tight ring of muscles, you throw your head on his shoulder, your eyes rolling back as he slowly bottoms out inside your seeping hole. You breathe in each other’s mouth, completely open while you enjoy the feeling of his cock resting inside the tight and warm walls of your pussy. His hands grab your breasts before he begins to thrust inside you, setting a slow and hard pace.

“‘S this what you wanted? Daddy deep inside you?” He grunts in your ear.

“So deep.” You moan and he chuckles at your fucked out expression.

God, he loves having you like this.

“You can take it, sweetheart. You’ve done it before.”

One of his hands sneaks up your neck, choking you just the way he knows you desire, and the other goes down to your pussy until the pads of his fingers find your clit, rubbing it quickly. The pace of his hips accelerates, the sound of skin slapping fills the room, along your babbling of daddy’s that only make him fuck you harder.

“Aw, are you cock-drunk f’me? Are you gonna cum all over me, baby? Gonna drench daddy’s cock, aren’t you?” He groans as he feels your walls contracting around him. “Are you gonna be a good girl f’me?” He pats your clit harshly and you gasp.

“Yes, daddy,” you mumble, “Wanna be your good girl.”

“Then, cum.” He orders.

And Bradley has always known your body better than you do because as soon as those words leave his lips, your pussy begins to spasm around his member, tightly gripping it while you come undone in his arms and with his name on your tongue. If it weren’t for his strong hold, you would’ve been in a puddle on the floor by now, but instead, he’s still sloppily thrusting in and out of your stretched hole, riding out your high.

“Daddy…” You whine breathlessly as you pull his head down by his neck.

“What d’you want, baby?”

“Want your cum.” You whimper, pushing down on his still hard member. “Please.”

He groans, picking up his pace once again, “Gonna be the death of me.”

His lips catch yours in a mind blowing kiss, moaning and grunting in your mouth as he releases inside of you, filling you up and making you gasp. Your muscles are sore and you’re sweating, however, you wish to stay like this until your legs give out. Bradley’s hands stroke your skin, humming against your neck as he peppers kisses on the delicate skin.

“I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to take my hands off of you.” He murmurs and a sudden warmth licks down your spine at his words.

“And I don’t want you to.”

Grinning, he adds next, “Good, ‘cause I’m not done with you.”

After spending the rest of the night underneath the sheets of your bed, now smelling like your boyfriend, you rest your back on the comfortable mattress as he hovers above you. You smile up at him, making his heart skip a beat, and force him down for a kiss. As you wrap your legs around his waist and feel his hands grope your thighs, the sound of keys jangling catches both his and your attention.

“Yo, Y/n,” your brother calls from the entrance of your apartment, “Are you home?”

You and Bradley look at each other like two deers in headlights.

Shit.

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