When Furudate Wrote “today You Happen To Be The Defeated. But What Will You Become Tomorrow?” And

hoot hoot

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?!

Where is my murky, wouldn't jump into it, green, icky city river?!

Estuary

'tis true though

Just checking!

*emerges from the other room covered in blood* you should see the word document

[tl;dr]

the universe does not revolve around you. now repeat after me: don't like don't read. no one forces you to continue reading a fic you don't like. quietly leave instead of being rude to authors who write for free because writing is their source of comfort.

heard someone say archive of our own should install a "dislike" button and I thought I should say this: no, there's absolutely no need for archive of our own to install a "dislike" button.

why? because archive of our own isn't tiktok or youtube or twitter/x where users can monetize their content. archive of our own is a nonprofit site run by fans for fans, which means every content — every fanfic — you see on archive of our own was made out of pure love and passion from the artists/authors.

ao3 authors write because writing about these characters is their happiness and passion. they write for themselves, but they were generous enough to share with you their creations.

they're not "content creators" the way tiktokers or youtubers or instagram models are. they don't "make content" for views and engagements that can be monetized.

so no, you don't get to "grade their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "say what you dislike about their works" unless they specifically and directly ask you to.

you don't get to "dislike" works that are not made specifically to please you in the first place. you're just a guest in someone's house, a house in which they let you in because they were kind, you don't get to roam around their house and say what you dislike about their furniture. you don't get to roam around their house and say you "dislike their house".

of course, you can have your opinion about the house its host invites you in. but if it's a negative one and you find yourself not liking the house, the polite things for you to do is excuse yourself and leave without telling them you dislike their house.

and just because you personally dislike the house doesn't mean the house is "ugly" either. the house you dislike could be a favorite, most luxurious place to many others.

my point is, don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that you get to enjoy for free. don't be entitled by wanting the rights to voice your disapproval of things that were made out of love and passion — things the artists made for themselves for fun.

it makes you look like an entitled jerk with main character syndrome. the universe does not revolve around you.

now repeat after me: don't like don't read. no one forces you to continue reading a fic you don't like. quietly leave instead of being rude to authors who write for free because writing is their source of comfort.

people are so used to contents that were made because it's a trend / contents like tiktok that were made with the main purpose of reaching high engagement and making profits that they forget sometimes things can be made out of love and be made just for fun. sometimes things are supposed to just be for people to enjoy, and if some people don't enjoy them, then they can simply leave without being unnecessary unkind.

Dotonbori - Osaka, Japan

Nothing is set in stone and all that. But he has a really good feeling about that.

Tooru groans, loud and frustrated, and dramatically throws himself over the steps at his back. Proper, respectful Consortium Wizard rolling around in the streets like a five-year old.

His tabby Princess has slipped onto the pavement between Satori’s knees. She licks her paws, smooths them over her ears and her face- left first. Entirely unbothered by the flamboyant man next to them.

A Princess that doesn’t bother with the jester.

But Tooru had to, somehow, have the bad luck of attracting the soul-searching eyes of pretty Ushijima Wakatoshi with his taciturn nature, dry wit and soothing quiet; an ass of epic proportions simply because Tooru cannot figure out for the life of him, how a Wizard of Ushiwaka’s stand can be so terribly unimaginative and dull.

It’s off-putting to say the least and if Tooru hates anything then it’s a) people who are better than him and b) especially if they have nothing that makes them stand out from an average crowd of Wizards in The Consortium.

Traits which unfortunately also apply to Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t quite know what to do with Satori.

Aside from the fact that Tooru is pretty certain that he shouldn’t be caught dead with the redhead who has been excised from The Consortium at thirteen, he knows that was Satori has is special.

Tooru doesn’t know what it is, but it’s…

It has bite.

It has teeth.

There’s a prickle of something metallic and acidulously dangerous at the back of Tooru’s tongue every time he gets to witness Satori’s Magic up close and personal.

Most days, thinking about Satori makes him angry.

My contribution for @marchingduck's HAIKYUU RARE PAIR MONTH 2025

Prompt: White Day

How to Fluster (Step One: Accept the Chocolates) (1591 words) by Out_Of_Custody Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kyoutani Kentarou/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei & Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Kyoutani Kentarou, Tsukishima Kei Additional Tags: Yamaguchi Tadashi-centric, Haikyuu Rare Pair Month 2025, Prompt Fill, White Day, Soft, Protective Tsukishima Kei, Tsukishima Kei: Reluctant Wingman, Tadashi is Not Ready for This, Volleyball Dorks in Love, Aromantic Tsukishima Kei, Asexual Tsukishima Kei, Bisexual Yamaguchi Tadashi Summary:

The gym still smells like sweat and rubber, the echoes of sneakers against polished floors fading into the hush of a mostly empty hallway. Yamaguchi Tadashi stands rooted in place, the weight of a small, wrapped box pressing into his palm as he watches the blond glance at him—then away. A hand rubs the back of a tense neck, and then the Seijoh spiker is gone.