I get that there are ships I would not consider writing or reading and I get that there are ships and dynamics that I, personally, would consider toxic but I also recognize that I am not forced to engage in those kinds of ships/dynamics, that is what filters are for, and other people might enjoy it!
However, I can not articulate that well enough in dialogue - written or spoken - which, in turn, makes me a petty asshole who will vague-post about this on the one hand and petty-spam on the other hand.
You want people to agree with you that these relationships are toxic?
Guess what, buddy.
That's all the content I'm gonna post.
(I also recognize that this is not the most mature of solutions. Hence the title.)
Should you find yourself in a situation of considering a ship toxic, filter it, ao3 and tumblr and, as I understand it, most platforms give you the ability to.
Should you be triggered by certain events that might occur in a fanfiction, you can filter.
You do not have to read it.
No one can make you click that link and read that story with your very own eyes.
Screen-readers will read tags to you (hi, this is why it's important to know how to tag, y'all, btw).
You don't like it?
Don't read it.
Because I need the writing-juice in my rl rather than for fanfic rn but still want to stick with the story I'm working on I thought: let's make a moodboard (or sixty)
but then i tried to look up city rivers and just
...what is it with all your aesthetic pretty blue rivers making happy little bends around the city?!
no time spent writing fanfic is ever wasted
you used to have to keep fires going alllllll the time and i bet thats why theres always some dude at the bonfire who really fucks with keeping the fire going. instincts deep within their minds of a purpose long since lost
Friday, February 21st, 2025 7:13 p.m.
Heyaa.. As you mentioned previously.. may I ask why you don't like iwaoi as a ship that much? I really wanna know cuzz I feel that would really help me story<3~
Oh! Well goodness. It's more of a preference thing? Personally I just don't see them in that constellation, but I also love how other people depict/ describe them in a relationship!
When I say I don't like it it's more of a: I don't go out looking for it, but if I happen across a piece and it's well written, maybe I'll read it and maybe I'll even like it (has happened and likely might happen again).
Personally, when I see Oikawa, I see someone terribly focused and determined, and also someone who grows so much (this is, imo, shown better in the manga than the anime). But I don't relate to him that much (except for playing volleyball with a dang knee injury, been there, done that) on a personal level and, to me, rarepairs and polycules are a much more interesting fare to read and write.
You probably wanted a short answer, sorry for the rant, but also: in terms of helping your story-- as someone who writes themselves just... don't focus too much on what other people think of your ship/idea/story? Write it. Be glad you can write it. Revise it. Again and again and again if necessary- just enough that you've felt the ache of writing and come out satisfied with the piece you've made- and don't mind what others say.
If you take away anything for your story I hope it'd be that.
His phone vibrates off the ledge and drops on his nose with tear-jerking insistence.
Fucker.
Satori rolls over with the grace of a half-dead street rat before he sits up, feet touching the clean, cold concrete of his apartment. Tenderly he rubs at his face, fingers prodding as he inhales deeply through his sore nose.
Weathering with You - 天気の子 - Tenki no Ko
Let me introduce myself. I'm Breeanna, otherwise known as Ducky. I need your help.
I am an artist, musician, and spoonie from St. Louis, MO. I have a very rare case of a very rare disease called Gastroparesis. I no longer have a stomach. I have a host of other complications and illnesses that make my medical expenses incredibly expensive. My lifespan is shorted by my illness. I actually almost died from the disease before a life saving surgery to disconnect my stomach in 2023. I'm alive...but still having a hell of a time.
My hobbies include writing, crochet (I make custom scarves and blankets which are for sale!), and love to read. I love color, fashion, and weird animals. I am pansexual, demisexual, and gender non-confirming. My pronouns are she/they (though they is preferred).
I am disabled due to my illness. I work from home and try to supplement my income by making/selling crafty things...but sales are basically non-existent and its hard.
I'm squashing down my pride to ask Tumblr for help.
My cost of living due to my illness is so high that I cant meet the demand and I am deep in debt. I risk losing my phone, car, and even my little apartment. Things are...bad. Even thought I wish I could die (it would be a lot cheaper) I keep pushing forward because I am convinced there is brightness at the end of this tunnel. There has to be. 40 years of suffering is enough.
If you can help me out, even if its $10, you are a godsend.
Venmo: marchingduck Paypal: owlalwaysloveyoudeer@gmail.com
Message me if I can make you anything! There are samples of my work on my Chaotic Instagram: marchingduck
Thank you for reading. Hopefully I find my light. Please share, I need all the help I can get.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime & Oikawa Tooru, Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou & Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Movie Night, Found Family, protective friendship, Stubborn Oikawa Tooru, Gentle Bulldozer Ushijima Wakatoshi, Chaos Childe Hinata Shouyou, Eternally Suffering Iwaizumi Hajime, group chat shenanigans, Dorks Series: Part 10 of Soft Rally
Summary:
Hajime barely registers the last messages. He doesn’t wait for other replies. Sagging, he lets the phone tumble onto the loveseat to the side of the couch, arms lowering and shoulders dropping even as he glares at the stubborn, lanky problem lounging on his couch.
“You’re being ridiculous,” Tooru whines, arm thrown over his eyes. His phone is still in his hand, though his grip has slackened.
“What’s ridiculous is catching you doing drills on a knee that can barely hold you up!” Hajime snaps, frustration clogging his throat.