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Entry 4 – The One About the Red Bag of Chaos
One of the things that never ceases to amaze me about this fandom is that Whenever Something Good Happens it ALWAYS torpedoes into Something Bad Happening.
Every.
Single.
Time.
And, that’s why we can never have nice things.
Case in point: “Brb” and the elusive Red Bag.
On October 4, we were graced with Luke’s Instagram story of luggage with the caption “Brb.” His picture included two pieces of luggage, a small metal carryon case, and a red bag. The red bag was interesting because it appeared to be – let’s face it, we all stereotyped this into being – a woman’s tote bag of some leathery sort. Lukola Sleuths tracked Luke’s image down to the first-class lounge for British Airways. I mean, we even got a not-so-blurry reflection of Luke in the corner of the luggage. We should have been ecstatic, right? Luke had posted two days in a row (with the first post being the cutesy “Mean Girls” reference to October 3), and Nicola had been peppering the trail with Lukola-laced yumminess since early August. I mean, we should have been biting our nails in excitement waiting to see what Luke or Nicola posted next.
But, no, that’s not what happened.
Instead, hysteria struck fast and hard. Why? Because at some point in her relatively short life, Antonia had danced in front of a red bag at – oh my God, wait for it – an airport! Oh, how the Conscientiously Stupid seized this tidbit of outdated information to terrorize the Sincerely Ignorant straight into shark infested waters!
The problem with this plotline was that (a) the video of Antonia was old, possibly even a few years old; and (b) there was absolutely no evidence the red bag Antonia was dancing in front of even belonged to her! The argument that this was Antonia’s red bag was simply one being pushed by assholes who enjoyed riling up the weaker parts of the fandom. And, let me tell you, these assholes succeed every time.
But, what was dismissed and ignored was the fact Nicola had a red bag in the background of her June 15, 2024 Tatcha post. If you need to see it for yourself, the video is still up on her Instagram grid. In the video, there is a shelf full of handbags of all sizes, and on the bottom of that shelf is, what appears to be, a large red bag (we can deduce this by acknowledging (a) it is red; (b) it is on a shelf full of other bags; and (c) it appears so large it needs to be tucked into the shelf). Is it THE red bag? Who the fuck knows? That is not the point. The point is, it is a red bag of some sort, and this fact should have outweighed the argument that the red bag belonged to Antonia.
But, it didn’t?
Why?
Because the fandom enjoys hysteria?
No, I don’t think it does. I’ve spoken to too many people on the verge of a meltdown to believe they enjoy spiraling.
So, what is it that causes good things to go bad so quickly in this fandom?
In my opinion, the answer lies somewhere between (a) the fandom believing that Lukola is too good to be true; (b) the fandom questioning their own intelligence and intuition; and (c) the fandom doubting the two people at the heart of this ship – Luke and Nicola. It’s strange to me that we would rather trust online bullies pushing their own deranged narratives than trust, at the very least, ourselves.
Whenever a Conscientiously Stupid tries to derail you, or an adjacent (ugh, there’s that word I hate again) pops up trying to make waves, take a moment to take a deep breath, roll your eyes, and have a good laugh (because I’m not going to lie, some of the shit that gets put out there is laugh-out-loud funny). But, most importantly, trust yourself and your intelligence because, if you're still in this fandom, your deductive reasoning skills are a chef's kiss.
And, to finish this story about the elusive red bag, just remember that Nicola posted an amazingly happy picture of herself the day after Luke, on an airplane, in first class on Aerlingus, an affiliate of British Airways that shares its first-class lounge. If these weren’t coordinated posts, I may as well say, “Screw it all,” and go live on a deserted island. Alone. With no phone. And no mascara.
Oh, and let me just slip in here that the elusive red bag quite possibly made an intentional reappearance in Nicola’s October 11 Olaplex story. But, I’ll leave any further speculation about that for a different day.
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HOME | 1 of 2 SERVINGS — JJ MAYBANK x OC [Fall Randoms] 🤎
A/N: This wasn't planned! The fandom makes it a little unenjoyable to write for this show but I like many have always had a soft spot for JJ. So here I am, after a while writing something because he deserves it.
WARNINGS: Language + better endings (delusions)! & the usual banter between the rest of the pogues like a family would! + Kiara x femOC as well.
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IN A PERFECT WORLD no one would have to worry about a thing. People would live exactly the way they want to live without any judgment—as long as you’re not harming others of course—and just go on about their business.
Life’s good because it all worked out in the end.
The comforting thudding of a certain heartbeat only made Alma want to bury her head further into his chest. It was a common morning routine, waking up in each other’s embrace. The insomnia didn’t bother Alma much anymore, she can speak for herself on that, because the longer she stayed awake, the longer time she had. This journey through earth goes by as fast as you blink. This bothered JJ to his core, that after all this time, Morocco was still on her mind—not only that but Portugal too.
No amount of pills or melatonin (or "the purple devil," she liked to call it) was a friend of Almabelle Layton’s. Unfortunately in her teen years she was a bit of a pill popper, it all started because of her mild case of vertigo and her mother—whenever she decided to fly back into the OBX for a couple of days—forced her to go to the doctor, after getting tired of her daughter constantly choosing weed over “proper” health.
Alma was a huge advocate for natural remedies, knowing that majority of the medicine given to you is nothing but poison, since it may fix one problem but cause another.
We can talk about that at another time, though!
Regardless she’s grown used to being up with the moonlight and sunrise just monitoring JJ’s heartbeat. It wasn’t healthy by any means, she didn’t need a therapist (Dr. Montague) to tell her that but this brought her relief. Every morning, JJ would squeeze her shoulder and kiss the top of her head, voice full of sleep while he wished her a good morning.
Then she would respond with pressing a kiss to the old wounds of his abdomen from five years ago, 1-4-3 times before lifting her head to meet his hues of blue-green. The hand that didn’t hold onto her shoulder, would run a thumb along the rings underneath her eyes. He’d tried to hide the worry in his own but a soft smile was still on the corner of his lips the longer he looked at her.
She always had his heart so he felt like she didn’t have to listen too hard.
Never in a million years would JJ believe you (Reader) or a physic? If they told him this is where his life would be now. Owner of two properties, with his childhood home being transformed into an adoption agency. However with the treacherous adventure to get the blue crown, and all that they went through to get it back, it was only right that he did something that made sense.
JJ talked about it constantly with Alma and even mentioned it to the rest, who were skeptical but once it was pulled off, there were equal amounts of pride in their eyes at the grand opening. So where was his physical home? JJ got the Genrette home after the whole DNA testing process and the will was brought to his attention.
Let’s just say, shout-out to Paw-Wes!
“Is it weird that I’m choosing this place over my own home?” Alma remembers JJ asking her, after she plopped down on one of the old couches and tried not to inhale any dust.
He was walking all around the heavily decorated living room, touching any and everything. This was the day right after he agreed to take on the Genrette residence permanently.
Alma lightly shook her head, her short dark hair falling into the corner of her eyelashes, “No, I think you’re choosing what’s best for you and there’s nothing wrong with that. You get the chance to choose now because baby JJ didn’t, your mother didn’t.”
And there’s a new glint in his eye at Alma’s words when he plops beside her. Her hand goes to rest on top of the one JJ has resting on his knee. Immediately he intertwined their hands, peering into Alma’s ink colored eyes. “Thanks for being here with me, Kit.”
“Course, pumpkin.” She replies with her own personal nickname, before resting her head on his shoulder.
Building a home here, gave JJ the chance to know a family he never had the privilege to. It was a ball of emotions but he took it on because he felt like he needed to. A new beginning on his own terms this time around. To try to be close to what could have been, but also finding what always felt like what was missing in his life and holding on to it as best as he could. Although they couldn’t be physically here, JJ made it his mission to have talks with both Larissa and Wes out in the mausoleum often.
That was a project Alma took on, cleaning it up while paying her respects. It was sort of a birthday gift to JJ and once received, he thought he couldn’t love Almabelle anymore than he already did. Of course he could have paid someone to continue with the upkeep of his relatives but the pogues weren’t meant to accept handouts. It was all work hard and play hard. Being an investor in the adoption agency (which took a lot of learning and patience! Something JJ barely had.) along with still taking part in Poguelandia—which was mostly ran by John B and Sarah now—and having his own landscaping business, JJ found himself finally letting out a much needed long exhale.
Life was meant to be lived and it definitely was.
And for once it felt alright.
More than.
Like the floating of waves at your back, gliding you back to shore.
“Hey!” Sarah’s all grins as she throws her arms around Almabelle in a tight embrace, as the two women lightly sway from side to side.
It was almost as if the two weren’t just hanging out last weekend, or talking on the phone the day before last. Alma and Sarah grew even closer since her little one was the godson of JJ and that automatically meant Alma was the number one auntie.
Cleo, Wheezie, and Kiara all thought otherwise!
“There’s my favorite little guy!” JJ boasts, yanking the five year old from John B’s arms to hold upside down by his ankles before pulling the squealing chocolate haired boy back into his embrace.
Smiling softly at the two, Alma enjoyed seeing JJ with Jeremiah (yes, named after JJ himself) John Routledge. Having “little j” in their lives changed everything for the pogues; let them all be aware that there was more life out there and all of them had no problem going after it.
John B playfully shakes out his arms at Little J’s weight, making Sarah playfully whack his shoulder, before he slips in to give Alma a side hug in greeting, “What’s going on, Alton? I’ve got the pies out in the Twinkie.”
Yes, she was still (barely) running and although The Routledge’s have a more dependable car, the Twinkie was still their go to. Plus little J loved it and as parents, they would do anything to bring their child happiness.
“You say hi to the pretty lady.” JJ whispers into Little J’s ear, who already had his bright eyes (that were handed down to him from Ward) set on the bronze skinned woman.
Alma holds her arms out, Little J comes right to her, pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheeks. “Aw, thank you! Glad to see you too, pea.”
He was the perfect combination of his parents: chocolate ringlets for hair, almond shaped eyes like his mother with her father’s color eyes, high cheeks bones like John B, faint dimples on his cheeks from both parents, and a sweet smile just like Sarah’s.
Sarah laughs as she informs her friend, “If you need napkins, I have plenty!”
“That’s my boy!” JJ claps and points at little J, “But remember, that’s still my lady, huh?” He ruffles his hair, then winks at Alma before stepping out of the home to help John B with the desserts.
Leaving the men to deal with that, the three make their way towards the slightly closed off emerald green kitchen.
“I hope you didn’t overdo it with the pies this time, Sarah.” Alma says to the almost completely blonde woman, who gives an innocent shrug.
Sarah opened up her own cafe, Wet Bean Café, which was unfortunately in constant competition with Ruthie’s shitty restaurant. It’s been five years and that pathetic Ruthie still couldn’t stop her bullying ways. After dealing with massive flooding out in the cut, Sarah decided to make the decision to move it into town, using the inheritance Ward left behind, where she had to pay more for rent on the building, which Rafe was the property manager of. Go figure! The original WBC was a small lavender painted space, with a little drive-thru on the side, with two sets of bistro tables outside, and only room for three tables inside that were set up along the brick walls, with checkered floors. It felt very diner-like inside with its quirks and jukebox. The café was filled with Sarah’s baked goods and became a favorite in Kildare. It was Sarah’s but she had to make the decision to move back into town after the land had severe damage and couldn’t be built on anymore, which JJ helped confirm.
“There’s no such thing,” Sarah replies as Alma holds her son on her hip for a moment longer, “As much as these guys eat? There’s never enough! Plus it’s less than what I started with since most were donated all over the communities.”
This didn’t shock Alma.
In almost every way, all of the pogues found ways to give back, especially for those that were still struggling to make it.
“Did you hear from Cleo yet?” Sarah suddenly asks, after stealing a pineapple chunk from the charcuterie board.
Alma shakes her head before putting Little J down on his feet but he still holds onto the end of her wine colored shirt, “Only in texts. JJ was originally going to pick Pope up from Dare County because Cleo wasn’t sure if she was going to get in on time…there were delays with her helicopter situation.”
That’s right.
Cleo decided to heavily get into engineering and undergoing flight training. Sure she’s spent much of her times on boats, like most of the pogues but once Pope actually enlisted into the service to be a marine, it just made sense to want to know the mechanics of how boats and helicopters worked. Cleo’s always been a traveler so this path and with her cut from the blue crown, she had the skills that were already instilled and amplified them once she hit the books.
She had her own helicopter that she flew over on her own back to the OBX from time to time, his name was “squiggly” because he never flew straight once first brought into the air. Alma honestly preferred taking a boat rather than a flight to Nassau but that one time for John B and Sarah C. Routledge’s anniversary trip was unforgettable that’s for sure!
“I’ll check on her after I come back from the bathroom.” Sarah informs, “Are you okay with—
Blowing out a raspberry, Alma peeks down at little J who was already grinning up at her, “We’ll be just fine, shoo.”
Bending down Alma picks up little J to sit on the counter, lightly singing at him who was full of giggles at her source of entertainment, before she plucked up a slice of pear from one of the pear tree’s out front to hand over to her nephew. Her hands rested on the counter, caging him in as he snacked on the fruit, leaving her the chance to look at all the food that covered the spacious island. A large yawn rips through her lips before she can stop it, which makes little J laugh at the woman. “Auntie Mama needs a nap,” the boy teases one of his many aunts.
Alma playfully scowls at the boy, going to tickle him by the neck. Even if Alma wanted a five minute nap, her mind wouldn’t grant her that pleasure. She could have laid in bed forever with JJ but knew there were a few last minute things she needed to get done for this dinner, although Alma’s been preparing for the last week! A host’s job is never truly done. This wasn’t Alma’s first gathering for the holidays but it did bring a sense of joy that both she and JJ could provide this for their friends.
“I knew it would smell delicious in here!” A familiar voice called out, making Alma glance over her shoulder.
A smile graces the woman’s lips, “Is that Kie-Kie?!”
“The one and only.” She flicks her blown out hair over her shoulder as she pulls her friend by the elbow to embrace the sleep deprived woman, followed by her hands thrown over Alma’s shoulders.
Kiara had her eyes set on Little J, just in case while she embraced Alma before the two separated.
She then makes grabby hand motions to the five year old, “That’s right come on over to your favorite auntie!” Kiara smirks as she peppers the kid’s face with kisses while Alma scoffs.
Alma walks over to the stove across the room to turn off the handmade potpourri, “Girl, whatever! You look good! That have anything to do with your time out in the big apple?”
Kiara met Joey Del Marco who was a touron, funny enough about a year after what transpired during the fourth of July. Joey was originally from the east coast but vacationing with her new friends and she captured Kiara’s attention. It was hilarious trying to see Kiara deny her attraction and then feelings towards Joey, who extended her time out here just to see what would happen between the two. Joey fit in just as well with the group of friends: she was loud, proud, rebellious—you readers can only imagine what kind of shit she got into with JJ, both Alma and Kiara made a few trips to bail the two out of jail—before Alma got pissed enough to make JJ stay in there.
There was never anything wrong with fun but after the time the friends all had across the seas? Was too close and JJ had to learn that.
Alma was just overjoyed to see Kiara in a happy relationship. The girl was glowing, traveling back and forth from the south to the east coast since Joey’s dance career has taken off. Of course New York was the place to be for it and the distance between the two seemed to work for them just as it did for Pope and Cleo.
“Maybe,” Kiara dragged out and sent the short haired woman a wink just as the loud chatter from John B and JJ hit her ears in the background, “She wanted to be here but you know how showbiz goes.”
Alma only knew part of what Joey shared and it was exactly what Alma did not want. She could not stand the spotlight being on her yet these few pogues absolutely made a name for themselves, along with her being in love with the most well-known trouble maker on the island, who surprisingly (to those around the island) turned their life around in the span of five years.
Alma fans her hand about, just happy that Joey’s craft was also successful, “Ah, tell her to not to worry about it. There’s always Christmas and New Years to catch up.”
JJ interrupts as he carries some lavender colored boxes into the kitchen, “Christmas will definitely be at JB’s and Sarah’s! And New Years in New York with Kie and Joey?”
John B used his portion to start rebuilding the chateau before Little J was brought into the world in late April. That of course did not come easy and they took Alma and JJ up on their offer to stay with them (mostly in Demp’s quarters of the property, in which Alma scrubbed extremely clean, shout out to another trigger and coping mechanism! that is up until the colder months approached and squirrels decided to come down the fireplace) until they got the chateau the way they wanted. That was a story in itself but definitely brought the couples all closer.
Kiara pushed her lips out in thought, “…I’m down.”
“Y’all don’t know what cold is until you spend time in the city.” Alma tells the four, after inhaling the mixture from the boiling pot in hopes that the spice will give her a burst of energy.
When she was younger and not allowed to stay at home on her own, Alma had the chance to travel more with her mother who brought her to California and New York every so often. Her mother was a U.S. Customs agent who was originally from California and where she got her start in her career. She never meant to get pregnant with Alma but again, life happens and you do what you have to do. She moved Alma to the Outer banks simply because her parents lived out there and felt that would be a better place for her to grow up. Most of her time was spent in an empty home or with her hearing impaired grandparents until their passing when she was fifteen. She learned a lot from her grandparents and always thanked them for how she turned out. Alma never knew her father but she had a god-father who filled in as her father figure although he too, also lived on the west coast. Her step-father tried to be in her life but he was constantly on the go just like her mother and their marriage felt like convenience rather than love.
Alma never wanted a repeat of that kind of life in her future. She needed to be present, true, and never neglectful and of course things can never be perfect but it’s always the effort that matters.
Kiara huffs as she holds out her hands for Little J to keep high-fiving her hands, “Ha! Not with global warming constantly being against us.”
“Oh here she goes.” John B mutters, reaching out to spin little J in the air to say to him before putting him down, “Tell auntie Kie, you’re too young to listen to this crap.”
“It’s far from crap! The earth is burning and y’all need to stop being so ignorant. It’s never too late to learn about the state of the environment.” Kiara argues, fists going into her jean skirt covered hips.
Alma smiles at the brunette with a shake of her head while JJ rolls his eyes, and starts mocking her with his hands. Which makes Kiara pick up and chuck a grape at him that bounces off his forehead.
“Hey!” JJ yells, reaching for the chunk of some overpriced cheese, “Don’t start a war you can’t finish, Kie.”
Kiara furrows her thick brows, “I’ve won plenty. Do you need to see my resume?”
“Ooooo,” John B instigates.
That is coming from your very own Mayor of OBX!
Kiara’s always been political and environmentally friendly for as long as Alma’s known her. She juggled a lot, from creating a sustainable healthy smoothie drink business that was often sold in WBC but she eventually sold that off once she got deeper into politics. However Kiara did not completely sign over her rights without the promise of keeping her deliveries of supplies in Sarah’s cafe.
The doorbell made Alma zone back in on the typical arguments the two were having. She seemed to be the only one who heard it, taking her leave to the front entrance of the home to answer the door.
Rafe Cameron stood on the front step, arms full of alcoholic beverages. “Hey,” he starts.
He still looked the same, no longer sporting a buzzed hair cut, hair grown out in some sort of a mullet with spiked ends followed by a bit of facial hair growing in. He looked older yet his eyes still held unresolved issues and secrets.
There’s confusion in Alma’s brown eyes since she knew that she didn’t invite him to Friendsgiving and she also knew JJ didn’t invite Rafe either. Their beef ran deep and had its ups and downs, considering that the two knew just how to get up underneath one another’s skin. Yet the events that occurred in Essaouira and Lisbon did shift something in their relationship.
“Aren’t you going to let me in or let the dragonflies fly in?” Rafe’s sarcasm was possibly an attempt to break the ice or at least be funny but all Alma could do was blink.
There’s footsteps Alma hears and it doesn’t take long for her to figure out who they belong to. Considering…you know she’s lived and been around the guy for a while now!
“The hell are you doing here?!”
Rafe lifts his shoulders, “What’s it look like?”
“Like you’re about to get the door slammed right in front of your stupid lookin’ face.” JJ snaps.
Rafe rolls his eyes, “I got an invite just like everybody else…you got a problem with it—
“Yeah I do. It’s our house!”
“Which I can easily buy from you, Maybank.” Rafe smirked and Alma pinched the irritation forming in between her brows.
Those two still had their moments.
The dark haired twenty-something year old immediately grabbed onto JJ’s forearm, to stop him from moving around her to get into Rafe’s smug face. “We’re not doing this, alright! Rafe, I don’t know who invited you…but you better be lucky I’m in a good mood—
JJ exasperates with furrowed brows, “No Alma! No freaking way!”
Alma knew Rafe had nobody but Sarah (and Wheezie from time to time, the younger of the Cameron’s high-tailed it out of the OBX as soon as she hit eighteen). Then there was that up and down relationship he had with Barry (Alma’s ex) and she definitely did not need him here either so she would allow it. Of course Rafe didn’t want pity and this wasn’t that, Alma was just in the spirit of…giving thanks. As corny as it sounds and in simplest terms, Rafe was helpful across seas. As much as the pogues all had their personal feelings towards the eldest Cameron, he did pitch in on getting JJ help out in the desert.
A part of Alma felt like she would always be grateful for that.
“Rafe? You actually made it.” John B speaks from behind you all, keeping a hand on Little J’s shoulder who held onto his pants leg, still snacking on a pear slice.
A ghost of a small smile appeared on Rafe’s face as he stared over at his nephew.
JJ turns his glare to the brunette who raises his brows, “Don’t tell me you invited him here?”
Kiara didn’t wipe the scowl off her face either, arms crossed.
“I did.” Sarah announces her arrival finally returning from the bathroom with her phone in hand, “I know I should have asked you two since it is your house but…I wanted everyone I love here. And I hope you guys would be okay with that, to continue moving forward.”
Alma’s eyes met JJ’s, who appeared as if he was ready to chew his bottom lip off in annoyance. However the longer he stared at his lady, he loosened up, some. Flaring his nostrils he says to Sarah first, “I still wish you would have had a conversation with us first but…I get it.”
JJ turns back to Rafe who meets his gaze, “Fine. You can join our Friendsgiving but the second you act like an asshole, I’m throwin’ you out on your ass. Got that, Rafe?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be on my best behavior, just like you, right?” He winks at the blond before barging his way in.
JJ flings the door shut behind him, tapping his elbow into the palm of his other hand, and starts swatting at the air at Rafe’s back for practice, earning laughs and snickers from John B, Kiara, and Alma.
Who moves to slip an arm across her boyfriend’s waist, “We can play nice, right? Our house, our rules.”
“Damn straight,” JJ answers, eyes connecting with deep brown hues as she pokes her lips out for him to peck.
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Part two can be found here since limits have changed for text posts now!
#Spotify#obx netflix#obx season 4#obx s4#jj maybank#jj maybank x oc#jj maybank x reader#sarah cameron#john b routledge#kiara carrera#rafe cameron#queued#fall writings#fall fiction#fall fanfiction
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Indeed, all these fanfic(usually on AO3, ff.net funnily enough doesn't have much of them) have the same recycled tropes:
Palpatine dies no thanks to Anakin (usually because of a disgrunted Clone). This is not something I necessarily have a problem with, there are some fun little star wars what-ifs on youtube where Anakin isn't involved in whatever killed Palpatine in said video or even "just waited in the council chambers", and I have always viewed the "Chosen One" prophecy as placing more burden on Anakin and viewed that prophecy in the context of the Prequels as somewhat of a deconstruction of the ultimate heroic prophecy and what trying to push through it can do to peoples' minds, even through it was still fulfilled in the end, and for a reincarnation AU I am planning, I am genuinely planning on Padme delivering the final blow to Palps reincarnation
Anakin reacts with actual disgust to Palpatine dying and can't even accept the fact that he was an evil Sith Lord driving the Republic to fascism all along, he remains an possessive asshole forever, and Padme is just "there", becoming a hyper-flanderized version of how fans perceive her as more focused on whitewashing red flags than as her own person. Like I acknowledge that Anakin might be in shock and denial given how much he was groomed here, but I do think eventually he would be pushed to come to terms, but in these fanfic he never does
They have Luke and Leia and treat them like shit despite the fact that it's very OOC for both of them, like not even Clovis arc went that far and a case can be made that the Clovis arc did have some genuine points to talk about but Filoni really botched the execution.
Eventually the marriage falls apart in a matter of weeks, it gets exposed, political scandal that disgraces Padme and ensures she never rises to elected office again, Padme loses Bail as a friend, Anakin and Padme are thrown in jail over Tatooine while the kids are taken to the temple. Also Obi-Wan reacts with disgust to the secret being out when the ROTS novelization and a deleted line makes it clear that he let it slide because it made Anakin happy. Oh and Ahsoka becomes Obi-Wan's new Padawan. In fact a case could be made that part of the tragedy was that Anakin never trusted Obi-Wan and Ahsoka with his secret and that relationship did not have an external support structure
No one actually tries to reach out to Anakin except bare minimum "dude you're wrong", not even psychological analysis or even "them making trying to reach out to Anakin but he rejects help"
The author's views on Jedi are framed in a very "rubitinyourface" way
Overall like this all feels like low effort revenge porn against Anakin and Padme, whom are flanderized into their worst selves. Like sure what Anakin did on Tatooine was extremely horrible, but the point of his redemption was always "you can't change the horrors of the past, but you can always start doing good" and nowhere is that angle explored when that's a good plot point to explore in a fanfic where he got over his darker tendencies earlier.
Also that section of the fanbase loves to focus on Anakin's culpability in his choices, but all they do is reduce him to a unironic mental psychopath with a literal genetic predisposition to fascism and violence.
Anakin and Padme being asshole parents no matter what in fanfic where Anakin didn’t turn evil/fascist are my new most DESPISED SW fanfic trope
Like while Anakin has enough mental issues and posessiveness and will need a lot of time to heal, and it could potentially affect the sort of parent he’d be it frankly gets more unnerving if you think about the fact that all this trope pushes is the ableist crap that “some people are too mentally deranged to even be a parent”.
Would there be difficulties, sure, but this only shows the fragility of Anakin’s mental state over some inherent fascism/psycopathy gene/impulse that Jedi uncrits tend to depict it as.
#this is my problem with that corner of the fandom#its the same tropes over and over again#they dont even try to heal Anakin#just throw him in jail and make Padme have no political influence forever#meanwhile writing the jedi in a very rub-it-in-your-face way#these fics exist more as bashing fics over trying to celebrate Jedi culture#and actually make the jedi look like bigger assholes than canon#especially Obi-Wan
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[ID: three drawings of Five, out of uniform and with slightly longer hair than usual (implied to be post-s3).
In one, he is wearing a trench coat over a suit and sunglasses, and drinking a giant coffee.
In another he is seated at a table looking at a mint chocolate chip milkshake but not eating it. He has his head propped up in one hand and looks tired. He is wearing a blue long sleeved shirt under an oversized, lighter blue t shirt, and cargo shorts. He has a giant ring of keys clipped to one of his belt loops. His hands are wrapped in bandages.
In the last, he is wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and is head down, arms sprawled on a table over several sheets of paper. He is surrounded by a stack of books and two cups of coffee. End ID.]
some light s4 speculation- probably five continues to be very tired but he gets to pick his own clothes about it! in drawing this i convinced myself that five should get to have a trench coat, and also that he should have a giant carabiner clip of keys - for all his siblings' living situations so he can break into their house at a moment's notice, and also steal their car.
#tua#the umbrella academy#five hargreeves#comic five gets to wear a trench coat i think show five should too#you can tell those are keys because i told you and not because i bothered to make them look like keys even a little. sowwy#the actual reason i think he should have all those keys is bc i want him to refuse to actually pick a sibling to live with#he is making himself All of their problems#maybe he is kind enough to provide them with a schedule. and maybe he is not#thats of course assuming they stay in each others orbit and dont fuck off into the corners of the earth like s3 implies that they do#but that bums me out we're 2012 avengers tower fandoming this shit#and as is tradition i almost forgot#my art
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the house md fandom would be fixed by more femlash
#rant below#house md#house md fandom#i gotta figure out my ao3 acciunt before i start writing again but i will be attempting to provide#i seem to have this growing problem with fandoms with the lack of femlash and in general being male-centered#and it makes sense in show like supernatural with very few female characters to ship and that fandom has a lot of issues#but with house md the femslash is severely lacking for the female characters in it#my fandom history is like toh thg she-ra fucking fnaf so there wasn’t a problem there but when i joined to the house fandom its much m#more male focused and i feel like. weird for not being crazy for wilson and like yeah i enjoy hilson but sometimes i feel like im amping up#my interest for notes bc notes give me crazy dopamine and then it stopped being fun. and then i stopped making posts like that and got less#notes and on tumblr in the corners im on its just. male character hot mlm ship mlm ship like wheres the women!!#im not resigning from house md fandom but im gonna focus on fandoms n ships that are fun for me because i prefer femslash id rather go ins#insane about lesbians and women and yeah ill still enjoy mslash and hilson etc but i have been observing a pattern in this fandom abou#about issues that are much too big for us to fix and probably wont be fixed ever#misogyny and male-centricity in general is always gonna be a thing. but as a woman liker im gonna reset my priorities#but ill still like hilson!!! im just also gonna like camcuddy (do they have a ship name?) and camteen and amberteen or whatever the fuck#also retracting more from dps because there’s really only chris and ginny and also i have my personal gripes with that fandom#still ❤️ you dps mutuals#sorry#fuck sorry#fandom problems#fandom rant#asclexeposting
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sometimes fandom is lonely
#the problem is that i want to write#i want to write but i don't know WHAT to write so i ask if anyone wants to brainstorm some ideas off each other#no one responds. it's radio silence.#i'm trying to drag myself kicking and screaming out of this burn out and the silence is discouraging so i end up back at square one#which is Not Writing#it feels like the fandom is smaller nowadays or that over the 2 years that steddie has been alive everyone has found their little cliques#im paranoid that what happened with fin************ spreading lies about me all over their social media#lying about me to anyone who would listen also drove a lot of people away & people who were my friends are hesitant to interact with me now#im just in my own little corner now wondering if whether or not me writing again would even matter to anyone#cj talks
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#been working on this destiel apocalypse au for a few months now and i looked at it today and went 'no one wants this.'#'furthermore it's not in character and just silly.'#sighhh. i thought when i turned 30 i'd be past this insecurity bullshit#going to make a cup of tea and inhale the steam breathe in breathe out calm the hell down <3#i just feel so disconnected from fandom lately. i think that's the problem. i'm vibing in my corner and it's nice#but sometimes i worry that i departed too much from the subject matter
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One thing about me is I always end up getting more mileage out of media than my friends so I inevitably end up alone in the corner still completely obsessed while everyone else has drifted away
#which is 100% a me problem honestly and I don’t blame anyone else for me feeling bad about it#but i have been in my feelings about it again lately#and ever since The Incident a couple years ago I have stepped way back from general fandom interactions#so I’m just playing with my barbies in the corner because I’m not done with these particular barbies yet but everyone else is ):#again this is a me problem!!! but this is also my diary so y’all get to hear about it#life#I hope they come back when Larian drops cross play finally…
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I’ve tried ignoring and forgiving ignorance. Truly, I have. However I can ignore this No Longer- IF YOU HAVE TWO CHARACTERS PINING AFTER THE SAME CHARACTER IT IS A LOVE CORNER NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE!!!!!!!
A love triangle implies that character A is romantically interested in character B, character B is romantically interested in character C, and character C is romantically interested in character A
A love corner means that both characters A and C are romantically interested in character B.
Please learn the difference between them before you post things because you will be contributing to the insanity of the people who do, in fact, know the difference
Thank you ✨😘
#help my sanity#love triangle#stay informed#writing#writer things#ao3 writer#writers on tumblr#writer problems#fanfic writer#writersofinstagram#queer writers#danny phantom#dp x dc#batman#dc#calling all fandoms#this is not being aimed at one person#I’m mad at all ppl in general#keep being awesome#love corner
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Me when im planning something big but it has this guy
#samgladiator#yhs sam#yandere high school#yandere highschool#yhs#when you delay the Yhs Reanimated project for around a year#how? idk#im lying yes i do i get procrastinated so hard that once i finally get back into it the project dreads in#i have a problem but have no way of solving it so im very sorry to the people who actually did their part I should’ve put a big red sign#saying ‘this will take years but not for you but for me’#but i have gotten things together i just need. to do them.#im not the best person to do this stuff#yall don’t understand how many project ideas i have chilling in the corner but i keep making new ones#like fun fact i keep all my comic ideas in a doc and the list somehow keeps getting longer. then i have a lot of animation/animatic ideas#bro cant leave the yhs fandom till they do everything they planned so im staying here till its 20th anniversary/hj#this was about the yhs reanimated.. back to that so yeah im trying very hard to do work on it because i gotta do a lot of the parts
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ao3 utilizing X/Y and X&Y tags are really great but i wish there was a XvsY tag sometimes LMAO
#our t#XvsY is like one of my main 'shipping' modes like- brodirk or bro/ultdirk is XvsY to me cause they have Tension but#ultdirk also HATES bro and thats the point of their dynamic to me#dirkhal however is X/Y cause i wanna see them mack on eachother and have every kind of tension unlimited by romance/platonic#attraction. theyre beyond quadrants. ot3 in the classic sense of the term. Just Clone Things[tm]#fandom is built on the shoulders of shipping and i think thats a good thing bc its fun! its other people not making it fun thats#the problem to me & makes me wanna stay in my isolated corner#i dont think we should project irl morality onto shipping in any direction bc its all just legos#doesnt mean other fans arent irritating af tho. hs shippers were why we dropped outta the fandom for so long i wont lie#the fuckin FIGHTS man its hell. its hell!
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“Dean still isn’t Jacks dad” “which brother is more misogynistic” “name [character] transgression” do you people ever talk about anything remotely interesting or is it a constant miserable pissing contest to see whose baby wins the pageant
#watch 14x07 and grow the fuck up already oh my god#how are you gonna be a supernatural fan and whine about them doing bad things THATS THE WHOLE FUCKING POINT OF THE SHOW#this isn’t even a media literacy problem you people are just fucking insufferable#and can’t do anything except try and one up your favs all the time#holy shit#every day I become more grateful to be in my own little corner with ppl who actually understand shit#god#cal.txt#spn#spn fandom#jack kline#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#tfw2.0#being a jackgirl is terrible enough but being a jackgirl who understands dean is a fate worse than death#you people are so incorrect all the time ❤️#dean crits when a traumatized man acts traumatized 😲😲😲😲#dean crits when people change for the better and try to break their personal cycle 😲😲😲😲#half of this fucking fandom when the process of breaking abusive cycles isn’t linear or domestic and angsty#I am so TIRED#I’m not in a bad mood but I’m annoyed and have a headache from the movies sooo idk . fuck y’all
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Napstabot. Do I absolutely have to call you a they because I’ve been calling you a he but you look like a she
Just wondering if people outside your universe can use what pronouns they want.
I'm not gonna put a drawn response here because this is something I'd like to be serious about: please only use they/them for my version of Napstabot. whether they "look like a she" or any other versions of Napstaton/Swap Napstablook use he/him doesn't matter, those aren't the pronouns my Napstabot uses.
I mean, I can't control how anyone but myself interprets or portrays any character, but referring to the UTDR cast the same way Toby Fox wrote them and respecting canon pronouns is important to me. I will politely ask people not to misgender characters in comments on my art or in my inbox, but I won't just tolerate it when it happens either. my content isn't the place for that.
also to answer one of your other questions here too: I'm sorry but I'm not comfortable with genderbends of my content.
#holoskart asks#not trying to rant at you I just want to be clear on this topic#(and apologies for taking a while to respond to this; been very busy irl)#being a cis UTDR fan I am adamant about not accepting transphobia in my little corner of the fandom#the wider fandom already has enough problems with that and that isn't the kind of audience I want#so I have no issues with blocking if someone were to ignore me asking them not to. which has yet to happen and I hope it stays that way
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thinking about how my therapist straight up told me to post more fanfiction.
#it's more complicated than that lol but it's a funny sentiment#context: i write CONSTANTLY. i have so many fics i've written and never posted.#i'm also supposed to be working on my ego and interpersonal problems related to my NPD#a huge huge part of that is my nonexistent criticism immune system#and i'm like. incapable of sharing my writing bc even if no one comments negatively per se i Know there will be People who will See It#and Not Immediately Love It & Me#and that's sooo unacceptable to my paranoid cornered animal traumatized brain#and she's like ''if they're old then maybe the fandoms have died down so it could be good exposure practice. i mean you can comfort-#-yourself by telling yourself barely anyone will see it anyway.''#and like. SOME of them that applies to but most of the stuff i would be willing to post is like.#TMA fanfic...#soooo......#there's been a resurgence due to the magnus protocol [still haven't listened btw smh i'm a fake fan]#so people Will see it wahwaaahwahhh [that's the whole point of the exercise but like weeehhh]
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I'm kinda glad Dungeon Meshi stopped being popular because I just couldn't fucking stand the dumbass drama and discourse. Especially since ppl were just fabricating it because there was nothing to argue about in the source material
#totally “loved” lesbians accusing the rest of “trying to take over with their non-lesbian ships”#while their lesbian ship was literally the most popular and iconic and wasn't threatened in its popularity even for a second#and may i remind you that it ISN'T canon just like the rest of ships so maybe just sit in the corner and calm down#and the idiotic discourse about laios being “racist” because... shuro wasn't honest with him. but ig it's the white dude's fault as always#like. the story clearly tells you that it was a miscommunication but the problem was mostly on shuro's side#because laios is literally unable to detect some suggestions. he mentally can't do it#while shuro didn't adjust his behaviour to a different culture and just. expected everyone to get it. sorry that's not how it works#there were others including kabru but tbh i don't even feel like listing them out. leave my complex guy out of that#not tagging the show because i don't want death threats in my inbox#but i'm just glad this shit is over and i'm mad because thus franchise is too good for what the fandom became#peak example of modern fandom culture#faceless
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well, ok. this is (as you know OP) an oversimplification
the V3 fandom did exactly two things. half the fandom believes he Did Nothing Wrong and the other half of the fandom thinks EVERYTHING is his fault
and it doesn’t help that the game itself treats it weirdly. like the devs understand that Momota is carrying the part of the narrative that shows what it means to choose the truths that you like and the inevitable death of those comfortable lies you’ve been telling yourself, even though yes absolutely they do have their uses. the devs… seem? to understand that Saihara is undergoing a radical character development across the story where he is evaluating Momota’s and Kokichi’s philosophies and deciding that both have worth, both have value.
but he certainly doesn’t decide that anything Kokichi did was for the right reasons, the way it’s immediately clear with Harukawa and Momota that for all the bad things they do in the latter part of the game, they’re people who are failing against their natures. my point is, the narrative isn’t kind to Kokichi. not the way it is with Momota, or Harukawa (no idea how Keebo is on your list there lol presumably out of no fault of his own and more faults relating to the Ultimate Robot). the narrative isn’t forgiving, when it comes to Kokichi.
Of COURSE it’s bad to set aside all of his moral ambiguity and greyness. that makes him so much less interesting. but, I know that, yknow? I can go find a “why Kokichi actually caused every death in V3” essay if I want to, I assure you it’s out there. And it’s not like this level of character hate or polarization is unique.
But the game works so hard to shine a light on the most evil parts of him. As a Kokichi fan, I try to show the good parts of him, to illustrate why he’s morally grey instead of morally black.
it's really funny how ouma was pretty explicitly written as a morally grey character who often did shitty things for a good reason and was ultimately as much of a victim of the killing game as everyone else
and then the v3 fandom went "ah, so this means ouma actually did Nothing Wrong Ever, and the True Evil Irredeemable Villain was maki or kiibo or kaito or everyone BUT ouma" when a big theme of V3 is about, like, moral grayness and characters doing bad things for good reasons
#let me know if you think this is derailment#maybe we’re on different corners of tumblr lol but I’d love to see some more positivity about him honestly#i get a lot of fanart on my dash but not much analysis or fic or whatever#v3 also just generally has a problem with portraying characters#Harukawa and Kaede are always being stripped of their moral complexity and sheer strength#Momota too but in a different way kind of#he’s the hero myth but the V3 fandom believes it#it’s almost funny I guess#and then there’s Kokichi getting his name dragged through the mud for most of the game#like. let all of these characters live in their full moral complexity#honestly also a lot of the morally grey parts of Kokichi just. fail to occur to me#like#yeah he’s a liar#that’s bad… why again? LOL#usually when I decide I need a break#and yknow it doesn’t help that#some ppl come to this conversation from a perspective of hating Kokichi#n some just wanna glaze
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