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most annoying star wars subfandom 2025

welcome to most annoying star wars subfandom 2025!

this poll runs similarly to @mostannoyingfandom-poll, where star wars as a whole is currently competing for the most annoying fandom of 2025. as star wars fans know, however, there are many factions and subfandoms that are all pretty annoying, so i thought it would be fun to watch us all tear each other apart over it.

the rules are simple: you can submit a particular piece of star wars media, an era of star wars, a character, or a ship — as long as the fans are annoying! submissions will only be accepted through the google form linked below; any submissions sent to this inbox will be automatically deleted. stupid questions will also be deleted, unless i find them funny.

the top 16 subfandoms will be included in the final tournament.

submissions are now open HERE!

they will close on thursday, july 3 at 11:59 PM EST. the polls for the tournament will open in the days following that.

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seeing a lot of "bix chose to leave Cassian and she chose to have his baby so criticizing her ending is misogynistic!" atm and i feel like i have to remind you all that bix caleen isn't a real woman directing her own life. she's a fake woman created and written by a handful of white men who've proven themselves incapable of, or uninterested in, critically engaging with race & gender. instead, you could say that they, the writers, were the ones making the choices, which is in fact what writing is

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genuinely ??? at articles calling bix/cassian the most romantic couple in star wars just because bix threw away their romance to keep cassian in the rebellion. cool. i guess.

anyway. CINTA KAZ chose LOVE chose VEL SARTHA over the rebellion and did so with a smile on her face and love in her heart. was willing to walk away from luthen and kleya and fight for her and vel's relationship because she realized vel was more important to her.

cinta kaz, a real lover girl through and through

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Starting off my poll series, where I try to figure out what the general consensus of Star Wars Tumblr felt about the female characters' arcs in Andor season 2. Starting with my girl Cinta, but I'll be posting the others later on so as not to clog up the tags. I may like a poll, but it doesn't mean everyone else does. If people like this then I might do a poll focusing on the male characters in Andor next. But the reality is that I'm a woman enjoyer first, so I also... may just not. We shall see!

As always, don't be a dick to one another. Healthy debate is fine, but personal attacks are not. Thoughts and feelings in tags are also encouraged, solely because I like reading them. :)

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I would have liked to see that. I really would have liked to.

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She smells fear.

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for the last fucking time it is not about headcanons not coming true or about a lack of screen time for favorite characters, it is about the majority of the women getting pushed aside or into completely baffling roles for the sake of the male heroes and it is about all the characters of color being unceremoniously or even brutally killed or made into the villains (or into raving drug addicts)

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Anyway I love JYN ERSO, titular character of Rogue One: a Star Wars Story. Jyn Erso, daughter of Galen and Lyra. Jyn the protagonist. Jyn the narrator. Jyn the heroine. Jyn.

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The end of Andor brings the pacing of the episode (and events) to a grounding halt to drive home the ideas of legacy (both Luthen's and Cassian's) and it pisses me off because firstly the theme of R1 and arguably Andor s1 is that there is no great man secretly responsible for everything, its a collaboration between thousands of people that drives a cause forward.

But also - Cassian already had a legacy. It was Leia getting the Death Star plans. It was selflessly giving his life so that others might take up the baton. It was the cause. And Andor s2 went out of its way to undermine that, culminating in the biological legacy shit we got.

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I feel genuinely insane from the number of people in the Bix tag acting like the part that people are mad about is her finding healing. i would have fucking LOVED to see her find healing. However what we actually saw was her completely disappearing from the narrative (explicitly stated to be for Cassian's benefit, not hers), before turning up two years later with a baby. I’m mad that the writers took the laziest shortcut in the book as an excuse to not ever show her actually finding healing. I’m mad that we never saw a glimpse of any of the impacts of her trauma as soon as she tortured Gorst, as if that fixed everything. I’m mad that we didn’t get to see her learn how to cope with her trauma and fight her addiction and find a peace that felt genuine and narratively complete.

I WISH I'd gotten to see Bix find healing. All I saw was her completely vanishing for two years before turning up for thirty seconds in a wheat field with a baby.

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everyone acting like the reason that some of us hate that last shot is because we're mad Bix found peace and healing and we must all hate babies too? no. we're mad that she disappeared from the story for two years (using CASSIAN'S importance as her reason for doing so!) and then the writers used a baby as a sloppy shortcut to show us that she "found healing" without ever showing us a drop of what that journey actually looked like for her.

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This may seem like an exaggeration, the idea that one can learn how to properly think like a criminal by learning how crime stories work. On a personal note, let me tell a story from the Leverage writer’s room.

Apollo Robbins (http://www.istealstuff.com/) runs a crew of professional thieves who consult for law enforcement. He was also our criminal consultant on Leverage. Every few weeks he would visit the writer’s room to advise on the scripts and keep us up to date about new cons and the latest in criminal technology.

One day during the third season he sat in with the writers while we broke a story. We posted the details of a real-life white collar criminal up on the room’s whiteboard, using him as the basis for our Mark. We looked at his weaknesses, how he moved his money, what his hobbies were. Once we were happy with that element of the story we added a Vault to the mix, one that used an interesting new alarm technology we’d researched. We then spent about an hour figuring out how to circumvent that alarm. We even sketched out a map of the imaginary building so we could keep track of our Crew’s movements during the Job.

“Well, I’m done here,” Apollo muttered. Noting our confusion, he pointed at the board and index cards cluttering the wall. “This is exactly how real Crews plan these things. This writer’s room is now a fully functioning criminal gang. You could be thieves.”

Of course writing television pays better than crime (usually), with far less chance of being arrested (usually), so we all managed to resist the temptation. But aside from the day a US Attorney asked us to change a plot because we’d created a scam that was a little too foolproof, or when a Homeland Security Agent admitted they were spooked by a security hole we’d exploited in our season finale, it was certainly one of the proudest moments I had on the show.

Source: "CrimeWorld" by John Rogers in Fate Worlds Volume Two: Worlds in Shadow. Evil Hat Productions, 2013: 20.

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a delicate and kaleidoscopic matter

Steven is reading aloud to himself in their headspace, neatly tucked into the middle cushion and wrapped in a cozy cardigan. He’s lit a few of those lavender-scented candles he loves, just to set the ambience and make the place smell delightful—it’s called self-care, Marc, maybe you should look into it, mate—and with Marc asleep it’s quiet and calm and pretty much perfect reading conditions. He’s about halfway through the book when he hears footsteps, and only half-paying attention assumes it must be Marc.

Until there’s a body sprawling all over the couch, himself included, with a pair of dark-denim clad legs nearly knocking the book from his lap. Steven fumbles for it, wincing when he crinkles a few pages in the process.

When he’s sure the book is secure, Steven turns to glare at the man responsible for disturbing his peace. He’s promptly ignored, naturally, as Jake folds his arms behind his head with a lazy stretch and lets his eyes drift shut.

“Do you mind?” Steven asks mildly, a sour twist to his lips. It’s not like he’s a person, and not a bloody footrest or anything.

“Not at all, solecito, thanks for asking,” Jake drawls and digs his heels into Steven’s thighs just to be obnoxious. He grins when Steven huffs to himself and reluctantly settles the book on his legs.

About a minute or two into the silence, Jake peeks an eye open to scrutinize him from under his flat cap.

“What?” Steven asks, defensive, and unconsciously hunches his shoulders. That gaze is nothing less than intense, and while he’d love nothing more than to get away from it, he’s too comfortable where he is. (He’s definitely not too scared to physically move Jake himself, nope, not at all. Steven was here first, that’s all, and it’s the principle of the thing, you know?)

“I didn’t say to stop.” The eye closes expectantly.

“T-to stop?” Steven stutters and crinkles his brow in confusion. “Stop what?”

“Reading.” Comes the terse reply, a tad annoyed now, as though Steven had been the one to intrude on Jake’s personal space without a thought of consideration, how terribly rude of him, Steven thinks dryly to himself.

“I am reading,” he says slowly, though not without a bit of uncertainty. It was a bad habit Marc was trying to break him of, of automatically assuming he himself was in the wrong instead of standing up for himself when challenged. But hey, he’s working on it, okay? Baby steps and all that.

A rough sigh tears itself from Jake’s lips, and now he’s looking at Steven with both eyes, gods help him, half-lidded and somewhat irritated. Despite the fact that they have the same eyes, there’s always a predatory gleam to Jake’s that’s akin to making eye-contact with a tiger. He even blinks like a cat, slow and listless.

“Out loud,” he demands curtly.

Steven nearly splutters at the entitlement, mouth open and closing with no sound coming out. His jaw shuts with an audible click when Jake raises an amused brow at him, and ducks his head down when he can’t stand that sharp gaze any longer.

“Uh, right, then.” Steven mumbles, licks his lips, and clears his throat once, twice, before his finds his place and starts back up again, a little less steady then before, but loud enough to be heard nonetheless.

“I-In Egyptian mythology, the symbolism of the number three can also, uh, assume the role of a sign of t-tension, opposition, challenge, or, er, permanent crisis.” When he glances back over at Jake, his eyes are closed again. Steven swallows, adjusts where his glasses sit on his nose, and carries on.

“While the categories of the tritheistic structure represent the divine unity through dif—uh, er, sorry,” Steven stammers, and hastily corrects, “diversity (plural differentiation of unity), the three divinities of the modalistic conception are three ways of being and manifest the same divine power and thereby reduce the plurality of unit (restriction of plurality).”

When Steven tries to trail off at a point or two, he gets an annoyed grunt and a rough nudge for his trouble, and has no other choice but to start back up again.

As he chatters on, the legs slung over his lap grow heavier, and the sharp clench Jake usually carries in his jaw starts to smooth out as the tension bleeds out from his body. Steven knows better than to think he’s truly out of it, as Jake never lets himself relax enough to fully fall into deep sleep, rather, he slips into a light doze as so to be ready for a fight at a moment’s notice (It’s something that took too long to break Marc out of, he can’t imagine how ingrained it must be in their third head mate).

“Sometimes, as a mythological concept, the triad is a “symbol”, namely the manifestation of a human attempt to make an element of the divine world conceivable in human terms, that is, in terms of logic and sensuous perception,” Steven continues, growing more confident with each word as his focus narrows to the words on the page, “although these do not necessarily conform with the laws of nature.”

Steven chances another look, and can’t help but pause. There’s a faint but genuine curl to Jake’s lips, like he’s pleased, and without the suave grin or arrogant smirk he almost looks…happy. Peaceful, even. And course, as always, devastatingly handsome, seeing as how they share the same face and no, Marc, that joke will never get old, thank you very much.

He doesn’t realize how long he’s paused until Jake lets out a vaguely questioning hum, the beginnings of a furrow twitching at his brow as he starts to rouse. Steven rushes to continue before he wakes fully and has to face his ire,

“E-even for the modern scholar, who is more comfortable speaking of ‘God’ than the ‘gods’, ‘apparent contradictions and inconsistencies’ arise in the internal workings of the Egyptian triads,” he flips the page and pushes up his reading spectacles from where they’d started to slip down, “and one must understand that the ‘diversity of approaches and explanations’ including symbolic, are a fundamental psychological principle of the Egyptian religious thought.”

Without thinking, his other hand settles comfortably on Jake’s ankle, on the space where the cuff of his pants sits just above his fine leather shoes, and he absent-mindedly rubs there with his thumb—something he’s sure Jake would tease him relentlessly for if he were fully coherent.

“Defining the nature of the Egyptian gods, and penetrating the core of beliefs and rituals of the ancient Egyptians is, therefore, a delicate and kaleidoscopic matter,” he’s on the last page now, nearly there, “But, from the standpoint of religious thought, that is precisely the essential point which justifies the formulation—and study— of the Egyptian divine triads.” Steven finishes, closing the book, and then blinks as he remembers himself.

“Happy, now?” He mutters under his breath, rhetorically, seeing as how Jake looks comfortable enough to be lightly snoozing for quite some time—wait. Steven glances back down at the legs pinning him down, then to Jake’s lax face, then back down again with a sinking realization.

“Oh, bollocks.”

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{ The book Steven is reading is Divine Triad of Ancient Egypt by José das Candeias Sales! }

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If this fandom tries to cancel dreamhunter before it does m*gstiel, I’m burning this site to the ground

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I mean are we really going to act like there's no way jensen "brain worms" ackles would write a dean pov song.

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Literally all anti-human!Cas arguments boil down to ‘he might be in comfy :(((‘