It's finally here! Here's 30 (!!) Haikyuu fics to enjoy: 10 SKTS, 10 Other, and 10 platonic. Make sure to check all tags before reading, and, if you can, leave a comment or Kudos. Enjoy!
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a thousand winds that blow: Motoya dies, Kiyoomi struggles, and a kindhearted bartender helps. I almost felt guilty the amount of times this fic made me laugh. 18K words. Rating: Teen Audiences (as the tags mention, grief and mourning are heavy themes here)
big league chew: Newbie baseball pitcher Sakusa is mentored by hothead catcher Atsumu. Featuring beautiful relationship development and Sakusa & Osamu friendship. 93K Words (9 chapters). Rating: Explicit
Call Me Baby: after recieving a gift card for a phone sex line, Sakusa reluctantly calls and ends up making a friend. 11K words. Rating: Mature
Four Years: Atsumu struggles to forgive his brother and his ex after he caught them with each other. I normally skip cheating fics but this one was so complex and handled so well, that I had to tell everyone else about it. 21K words (10 chapters). Rating: Teen AudiencesĀ (The follow-up stories are highly recommended too)
Hell or Glory:Ā Atsumu meets Sakusa while trying to find Osamu during a zombie apocalypse. 12K words. Rating: Mature (minor character deaths, very little gore for a zombie fic though)
holding up the universe: When his soulmark doesn't appear on his wrist at 14 years old, Kiyoomi resigns himself to a lifetime of loneliness. Featuring background Suna/Osamu/Motoya. 50K words (2 chapters). Rating: Mature
how can I not be moved by you: within 5 seconds of meeting warlock Atsumu, apothecary owner Sakusa decides that he does not like him. Modern era magic AU. 26K words (3 chapters). Teen Audiences.
how to NOT fall in love with your flatmate's twinĀ Ā Definitely a SakuAtsu fic, but it focuses heavily on the developing friendship between roommates Sakusa and Osamu as Kiyoomi denies his feelings for Atsumu. 47K words (3 chapters). Rating: Mature
Lost In Your Pull: In which Kiyoomi defines everything using the logic of physics then realizes that he can't escape Atsumu's gravitational pull. 19K words (2 chapters). Rating: Teen Audiences
lovegame: Atsumu encounters an intriguing stranger while traveling to be a contestant on Love Island. Awesome fic, featuring great friendship dynamics. 119K words (18 chapters). Rating: Mature
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After You Go, Won't You Stay?: MSBY's bus is involved in a crash, leaving everyone scrambling in the aftermath. 4K words. Rating: General Audiences (Major Character Death & grief)
and this is breathing (and seeing it go): Hinata suffers from homesickness when he joins The Black Jackals; his teammates help. 6K words. Rating: Teen Audiences
Enigma: an ode to Bokuto Koutarou. 2.5K words. Rating: General Audiences
gonna stand by youĀ 5 times Kageyama defended his teammates and 1 time they defended him.Ā 5K Words. Rating: General Audiences
meeting you: Kenma's low self-esteem makes him hesitant to meet his longtime online friends. 7K words (2 Chapters) Rating: Teen AudiencesĀ
"Monster": Tendou finds acceptance at Shiratorizawa. 2K words. Rating: General Audiences
Silver Lining: Asahi gets stood up on a blind date at a festival, but ends up having the best day of his life anyway. 9K words. Rating: Teen Audiences
Something Bigger: Despite his best efforts, Tsukishima might be developing feelings for the two guys who rent surfboards from his shop every day. 8K words. Rating: Teen Audiences
Somewhere Over the Rainbow: Kuroo and Kenma meet in different lifetimes. Promised Neverland-ish reincarnation fic. Technically does contain Major Character Death. 32K Words (5 chapters) Rating: Mature (for angst)
the world will follow after: Tsukishima refuses to go to Hinata and Kageyama's wedding alone, so he puts out an ad on Craigslist to find a date. While this is a Tsukkiyama fic, I especially love how the friendships are written in this story. 120K words (11 Chapters) Rating: Explicit
Platonic
all id, no ego: Atsumu learns more about himself as his friendship with Sakusa develops. 8K words. Rating: Teen AudiencesĀ
An Opponent is Announced: Kiyoomi's efforts to prepare for the Olympics are thwarted by the mystery of Oikawa Tooru. 13K words. Rating: General Audiences
breathe in and shout: Kageyama reluctantly attends his middle school reunion. 5K words. Rating: General Audiences
budding silence: Aone no longer sits alone on the train. 2K words. Rating: General Audiences
Losing Cakes and Counting Keys: Atsumu's cake is missing, and he, Bokuto and Sakusa struggle to remember who has keys to their apartment. 4K words. Rating: General Audiences
Mishap and coincidence make a fool's luck: Daishou accidentally sends a vent text to the wrong number and ends up with a friend. 3K worsds. Rating: Teen Audiences
Oh, Brother(s): 3 times Aran was there for the twins and 1 time they were there for him. 4K words. Rating: General Audiences
paper flowers: Ushijima's garden seems to attract other team captains. 3K words. Rating: General Audiences
Picasso's Portraits: art student Atsumu goes to an art museum to find inspiration for a project and ends up clashing with an artist there. 9K words. Rating: General Audiences
Shivers Down My Spine: Yachi's terrible day is greatly improved when she runs into some familiar faces at the library. 8K words. Rating: General Audiences
(I never ask this, but feel free to reblog this post, because the more people see the recommendations, the more they'll share with others.)
See you in a few weeks months soon with another listš„°
I was officially diagnosed with ADHD in early 2021. I spoke to a psychiatrist for a completely unrelated issue and, after about 10 minutes, he asked me if I had ever been diagnosed with ADHD. I can't remember what made him ask that but I spoke to my counselor about it and yep, I have it.
The best way to describe how it makes me feel is this: You know the phrase "on the tip of my tongue", meaning that you can almost figure out what something is, but your brain is just not processing it for you? For me, ADHD is "it's on the tip of my MIND".
To me, ADHD feels like there are tiny television sets all over my brain, but they're all staticky and the volume is low and I can hear bits and pieces of each program but I can't really make out exactly what's being said. It's like something I'm supposed to remember is in my mind but it's lost in a fog. Now, imagine having this issue in school. Imagine having this issue when you have important things to do. Deadlines to meet. Important phone calls to make or appointments to go to. Oh, and you have chronic depression and anxiety also. Yay.
When I was diagnosed, I was 35! Someone said to me "Well, if you were just diagnosed after all this time, maybe you're just coping really well". Tuh!
I'm 40 years old. I dropped out of college over 15 years ago because I couldn't focus properly. I can't maintain friendships because I don't know how to read people well enough to figure out if they actually like me or not (spoiler alert: They usually do not, which is weird because I'm pretty reclusive, so why people constantly stay in my orbit if they don't actually like me, I do not know). I literally had a friend tell me that they didn't think my depression was real, then they ghosted me after 14 years of friendship. So no, I'm not coping well.
What it is is that I had accepted that I'll never have it together. I'll never be organized or stable. I internalized all that because I didn't know that I had a problem. I've been called lazy and unmotivated my entire life, despite the fact that I can absolutely work my ass off if something is interesting or at least has a purpose.
My current therapist (I've been seeing her since 2017, she's wonderful) brought up autism. She strongly suspects that I'm on the spectrum and wants me to get an official diagnosis. I wasn't even remotely bothered by her suggesting that I may be autistic, because honestly...duh.
I've managed to hold down the same full time job (even moving up in position and salary) for nearly 9 years, without a degree or any computer knowledge outside of Microsoft and knowing how to write emails really well. I'm very proud of that, despite the frustrations I have with my job and the nowhere-near-a-living-wage-in-NYC salary I get.
But my life often feels hollow. I am deathly afraid of getting close to people because that has backfired tremendously, even with family. I crave solitude (I live at home STILL). I crave peace and stability; I'm not really sure if I'll ever have it though. Who knows...
I vacillate between feeling somewhat positive to genuinely feeling rage at how stagnant my life is. Wondering why I was even born at all if this is the life I'm stuck with. I'm also struggling with internalized ableism because I KNOW I have several problems that are out of my hands, but I still get frustrated when I can't do things that other people seem to be able to do. I have to keep reminding myself that I'm trying and that where I am today is SO far from where I was 10 years ago. But still, it's not far enough.
I want to have good news. I want to celebrate something. I want to post myself holding the keys to a new apartment. But everything seems so out of reach when you have a huge cluster of mental health issues that create obstacles in every part of your life. I feel like I'm in quicksand, except I'm not sinking; I have a branch to hold onto but I still can't get out.
I honestly thought I knew everything about slavery. Not so.
The owner of this particular plantation had it built by slaves for 3 years. Every brick was handmade. Over 120,000 bricks on 2,000+ acres of land (this place was huge.) The clay used for the bricks came from the Mississippi River. The majority of the slaves are buried under the Levees and water. Some are buried with their Masters. Not allowed to live with them but could be dead with them.
Before you enter the house, thereās a list of slaves who lived here including their age and how much they were purchased for. 124 total. Some slaves were worth as little as $25. As young as 5 years old.
On this particular plantation, the owner was big on punishmentā¦he used noise making neck restraints. Imagine three 4lb balls around your neck with bells inside. Children were restrained by ankle locks that connected between their ankles.
This was a sugar cane plantation, one the worst practices to involve slaves because of its danger. A lot of slaves were decapitated, amputees and killed from the fields and machinery. A lot of kids lost their lives creating sugar. Speaking of children, a child stood in the living room and operated the fan with a string while guests ate dinner. As young as 3 years old.
Hereās what shook me even further: Before the Civil War, a lot of slave owners were going in debt and could not afford their properties and were not producing enough cotton and sugar to maintain their lifestyles. Slaves were used as HUMAN CREDIT CARDS. Slaves were a guaranteed line of credit. You could get HALF of your propertyās value depending on how many healthy and able slaves you owned.
My people were human credit cards and lines of credit to BANKS. We were property. We were labeled as equipment and nothing more.
There is no such thing as a good slave owner. They owned my PEOPLE and used them as checks and balances. This cycle continues with prison and brutality. I do not want to hear shit about āWhy can only Black people say this or that?ā I donāt want to hear shit about āweāre all human.ā
And by the way, not one of those slaves are at rest. Those spirits were so alive, you could feel their presence, their pain and someday, their revenge.
The front of the house and yard. This plantation was huge. Just thinking about my ancestors tending to all this landā¦
SOME of the enslaved names, ages, race and purchase price.
The living room.
Interior.
The dining room. That piece hanging above the table is ORIGINAL to the house. Thatās the fan that a slave as young as 3 years old had to operate manually with a string.
The view from the balcony in the main hallway. This is how they looked over the slaves while they worked in the yard.
*sigh* Names of the enslaved that occupied the shacks. Children included. Their names are written inside one of the shacks. Iām not sure if there are other names inside other shacks because I could only handle 2. After I saw the punishment equipment, I left.
Slave Shacks. These are NOT the original shacks. These were built to imitate them.
Slaves for Sale Ads.
The landscape of Slavery throughout the United States in 1860. JUST 1860. Let that sink in.
Note: The last time the home was OWNED by a Louisiana citizen was 1972. This is her original bedroom, her lipstick is STILL on the dresser. This is why the house has been updated since slavery times because it was occupied up until 1972. Regardless, this used to be where house slaves slept.
Before thousands of artworks made by hundreds of masters in the span of centuries, itās clear that the first drawing was made by the hands of a child who just loved his mom
Edit: I seen a lot for traction on this post, it is becoming popular , so, I'd like to self advertise. I'm doing an 100 day of drawing everyday challenge, and so far I'm on the 30th+ day, so, please support me if you support human artists. Thanks
To everyone who thinks that Hatsune Miku, and by extension, all the Vocaloids and other similar characters like UTAU, are Ai, Iām about to blow your mind:
No they arenāt. Theyāre VOICE SYNTHESIZERS. Every single one of them are the equivalent to a synthetic musical instrument, except done with human voices that are sampled from real human beings. Who get paid for their work.
Yes, this does in fact mean that Hatsune Miku has a voice actress! Her VA is Sakiko Fujita, aka Saki Fujita, who some may recognize as the singer for the ending theme of Tokimeki Memorial Only Love. Probably a more impactful role of hers is playing Ymir in Attack on Titan. And yes, she gets paid for use of her voice whenever they release a new variant of Hatsune Miku.
Donāt ANYONE ever again say that Vocaloids, especially Hatsune Miku, are AI. Thats deeply disrespectful to the actual human beings who provide their voice samples. Without their voices, Hatsune Miku wouldnāt be able to sing World Is Mine.
There are many things I wanted to caption this with.
As "Black" as the internet can take before it's too much, I see. Reminds me of a lot of the fan art online. Really! Hold it up to some people's "Black" character design.
"They said the beauty standards are black features on white skin." is crazy bc it's a statement of fact but the racism part is clearly not being understood
"black girl lips tuto" š
She's painting her lips and above her lips brown. It wasn't a two tone nor fuller by the end of this, either. Just brown and small and racist. š
Y'all really make me see people post stuff like this in real life and then act like I'm asking y'all to do too much when I say can you at least create fictional Black characters with respect š escape is a privilege truly.
I don't care how much AI chatbots do to discredit use of the em-dash and the using-too-many-hyphens-to-describe-complex-concepts-in-noun-form, they will never take these things from me. I have been overusing em-dashes in my online writing for longer than some of my followers have been alive. I did not get the em-dash from ChatGPT, ChatGPT got the em-dash from me. Molon labe
Hey! Iām the age of some of your moms and aunts and the OG version of this post helped me catch my cancer in 2023. I had a hysterectomy at the beginning of 2024 and Iāve been cancer-free since then. If I hadnāt read this information, I wouldnāt have reported bleeding to the next doctor I saw. I might have died, and I probably would have had to undergo chemo and/or radiation, both of which I avoided.
ok, after actually looking up the term and doing some goddamn research (my goodness somebody on the internet actually decided to look something up before forming an opinion, dear god what a day), i can pretty safely say that everyone hitting this post with the āthatās just a friendship!ā bit is wrong! and i can explain why! i myself didnāt get this initially! but after looking into it, i realized that itās mainly due to the framework i was thinking in! Yeah, thereās actually merit to what these people are saying, this is stuff thatās been considered and these are indeed terms that exist! they were also coined by ace people specifically to describe their relationships!
So what gives? What does Queerplatonic Relationship mean? well i certainly fucking didnt get it at first, but it stems from attempting to define a kind of relationship that there arent really words for in the standard english lexicon! the poster above me is a TERF, and wherever i see myself agreeing with a terf i also see that thereās possibly some flaw in my logic or understanding of the thing. Basically (mind you this is only some very cursory and basic research, just type the term into google lol), QPRās are a way of defining a relationship that has many of the same obligations and aspects of a traditional romantic relationship, without any of the explicitly romantic parts that come with having a spouse or romantic partner.
the idea of living in the same place, or jointly bringing up children, and performing many other tasks as a kind of unit that society would often mislabel as something done by two romantic partners in a union of some kind (i use that term to loosely define an exclusive relationship, not actual binding marriage, though this can include such). the idea of the QPR isnāt just āfriendsā, itās very specifically āindividuals in a platonic relationship that perform a number of the social aspects of a traditional romantic partnershipā.
like, be real for a second. if someone described their relationship with someone to you and said āYeah we own a house together, we have a kid that we adopted and take care of, we decided to get a dog last week and we file taxes as two members of the same household.ā, you wouldnāt look at that person and assume that they arent romantic/sexual partners of some kind, because... well, traditionally, thatās shit that married people do. getting hit with the additional āYup! And weāre not romantically or sexually involved at all! She has a boyfriend that she visits on the weekends and Iāve never had a romantic relationship in my life.ā would throw you for a goddamn loop! What would you even call that relationship? and thatās where the term comes from: an attempt to define a very specific kind of relationship that certainly can and has existed, but isnāt commonly recognized or talked about!
so i think everyone shitting on these folks owes them an apology, i know i personally do for making assumptions that clearly werenāt true!
how the old gods lose their powers because people stop believing in them, but thereās nike, the goddess of victory, and sheās like even more powerful, just strolling up on olympus in limited edition air force onesĀ
The fact that "fight" doesn't include "continued survival under a system that has wanted you dead or in chains for 500-600 years, fight to survive the way you do every day, use your means because there's been no option to escape (and that's on purpose)" in their mind, but immediately "well you can't shoot back at them you'll lose so you might as well run!" like yeah you are definitely a part of that privilege problem I was talking about.
Do you know how many dead Black bodies I have seen over my lifetime be splashed in the news alongside vicious hatred? You don't think that's an everyday battle, to have to wake up knowing that some person's bad attitude about Black people that day might be the tipping point between me and death.... and still GO TO WORK? That the color of my skin is enough to get me or anyone I love killed? And I still gotta function? Y'all think this shit is easy?
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