People Will Say "why Cant The Eldritch Gods Just Be Nice To Humans :((" And Then Kill A Bug For Existing

How do you know if, perhaps, your story is starting to take over?

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Sadly, I am petty

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.

“You gotta stop this, princess,” he sighs as he feels the weight of her small body spreading over his feet.

The tabby looks up at him with a slow, content blink as she oozes herself all over his shoes.

“I’m gonna pick you up and bring you home if you’re not careful, and you don’t even know what kind of man I am,” he lectures her, “that’s no way to find yourself a human.” But even as he chides her, he bends, scratching her behind her dainty, bright ears.

She pushes into his touch, eyes closing into a content cat-smile and Satori can’t help but echo the sentiment.

Estuary

hoot hoot

February 2025 JAPAN HOKKAIDO SAPPORO

© KOJI ARAKI Art Works

Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe ：）

Sketches by A.K. MacDonald, 1932

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.

Tooru snaps his notebook shut with a tense face. “Again?” he snipes. “I already agreed about the front-“

“Not that,” Satori languidly interrupts the man before he can fly into another one of his rages. “But I mean, how we tried to get a look at it.”

Tooru narrows his eyes. “You also already expressed your displeasure over my idea of getting a higher vantage point,” he hisses. “Loudly.”

Well.

It did get them thrown into the damn river so Satori would really like to emphasize that it wasn’t just pettiness that had urged him to that particular folly. But that’s not the point right now. 

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.