my true ot3

6

In which Bakugou is me

idk how other people see it, but to me anne’s relationship with max is a journey of self discovery but not in the “oh, i’m into women” sense. that’s far too simple. i always felt that max being a woman was a non-issue to anne? it wasn’t about her being attracted to a woman, but the fact that she was attracted to someone that wasn’t jack.

maxanne starts out as anne discovering something about herself yes, but to me it wasn’t her sexuality. at least not completely. like she’s attracted to women, great! but like i said that’s not the issue. we never see anne being all “holy moly! but you’re a lady!” if anything, it’s about anne finding out that she can have a sexuality that’s not tied up with jack. that’s the whole point. maxanne to me is about anne discovering herself as a person. AWAY FROM JACK. that’s why that relationship is so important to me. 

i remember seeing something a while back along the lines of “maxanne was an unflattering representation of wlw because it made it seem like they can’t control themselves” or whatever. (which i find hilarious because this is a show in which vaneeleanor exists and that’s the biggest example of two people apparently not being able to control themselves when it comes to the other, even if that relationship is incredibly toxic for both of them. i mean look at both of their sex scenes ffs. talk about no self control.) but to me, anne doesn’t desperately latch on to max because “oh, my! lesbian sex is great!”. she does so because she’s finally finding a part of herself that belongs to her and her alone. it’s about finding her own identity.

anne spent her whole life since she was 13 years old dependent on jack. knowing nothing but him. acting like him. doing what he asked her to do. the idea that she could have her own identity unrelated to him never even crossed her mind. she says and quote: “i was 13. i always thought he saved me from something. always been so fucking grateful. now i wonder… maybe jack took me from something i was supposed to figure my own way out of. maybe he took away the chance to get strong enough to save myself. to grow up. instead, i went with him, did what he did, did what the others did. thought i’d become one of them. if i’m not what i was when i was born, and i ain’t what i’ve become instead… what the fuck am i?” 

anne never had an opportunity to figure who she really is. “i did what he did, did what others did”, she spent her whole life mimicking others. until max. she doesn’t have to do that with max. being with max gave her a freedom she didn’t know she could have. and she’s inebriated with it at 1st. but it passes and she starts caring for and loving her instead. like she says, she doesn’t feel like she owes max anything, not like she does with jack. and that allows her to be a different person. to finally be herself. to figure out what being herself means.

people love to portray max as the predatory lesbian taking advantage of anne (so gross), but that’s because they can’t conceive or don’t want to accept that anne’s relationship with jack is based on the fact that anne knew and had nothing else but him her whole life. that she felt indebted to him. but not to max. she was with max for so long because she fell in love with her. genuinely loved her. and she’ll never have that with jack.

i’m not trying to dismiss rackhanne. mostly because i believe it’s impossible and i’m not an hypocrite. i think anne will always care deeply for jack, for better or worse. he’s been her companion her whole life, her family and you can’t shake off something like that. who she is will always be tied up to him. but it doesn’t change the fact that as a relationship its basis is incredibly unhealthy.

and i hate how people oversimplify anne’s journey in s2. how they just want her to go back to jack. fuck everything else. how the fact that she “leaves max” for him, means she undoubtedly chooses him. (does she even choose to leave max? max is the one that tells her that it’s best for them to go their separate ways. anne never shows that she wants to leave her. she just follows max’s wishes.) because they don’t fucking get it. because, let’s all be honest here, they don’t actually care about anne at all. they care about their ship. they care about jack. but they don’t give a fuck about what it all means for anne and it’s infuriating.

i’ve talked about how rackhanne in s3 makes me incredibly uncomfortable for several reasons, and the fact that people don’t give a flying fuck about how jack uses anne however he pleases pisses me off. how he takes her for granted. even after everything. how he has no problem putting her in danger to achieve his own goals. 

ffs, look at this fucking quote: jack: “you said anne is alive, did you not? i would argue as long as that is true, there’s a chance, however remote, that she will frustrate your efforts to send me off to my death.” rogers: “out of curiosity, how would she go about doing that?” jack: “well, i have no idea. everything and anything in her power, i imagine, up to and including walking out in the middle of the road ahead of us to be RUN OVER by your horses in the hope of slowing you down for even a moment.” 

i’m so very sorry but this will never sit well with me. particularly because it’s true. and anne is agonizing over losing him: “we miss that caravan, you lose, what? money? your war? what i got to lose ain’t something so easy to recover from.while jack doesn’t really show any concern for anne’s safety at all.

Hmmm. I need to write a fic where Sam’s trying to eat his Kale-based, organic grilled chicken and almond salad and Gabriel and Ruby are squeezed in on either side of him on the couch. Gabriel keeps waving a snickers bar in front of Sam’s face tauntingly, while Ruby keeps making pornographic noises as she bites into her french fries, accidentally on purpose smearing a corner of Sam’s mouth with ketchup

Sam just sits there and tries to remember when his type became foodie assholes.

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