Ah, Anti-Shippers.
The righteous rage goblins of the digital deep.
Here to protect fictional characters from other fictional characters—
Because clearly, that’s the line where all morality breaks down.
You sanctimonious sanctifiers of online outrage.
You think you’re the moral backbone of fandom.
But you’re not.
You’re the HOA board for imagination,
power-tripping hall monitors in a sandbox that was never yours to control.
You see someone drawing a problematic ship and your brain does a backflip.
Newsflash, you terminally online pelican—
You can’t arrest a headcanon.
You can’t police an AU.
And no, someone shipping two characters you don’t like doesn’t make them a threat to society.
It just makes you annoyed.
Which is your problem.
Not theirs.
You’ve mistaken discomfort for danger.
And in doing so, you’ve become everything you claim to hate.
You harass, you dox, you stalk, you gaslight—
all while pretending it’s activism.
It’s not.
It’s obsession dressed up in moral cosplay.
You’re not protecting victims.
You’re creating new ones.
You’re not cleansing the timeline.
You’re just shitting on the carpet and blaming the dog.
Being the Fiction Police doesn’t make you brave.
It makes you a zealot with a Tumblr account.
You're not warriors.
You're hallucinating control over a space built on chaos and creativity.
Pack up your outrage.
Put down the purity pitchfork.
And learn to block and move on like a functional adult.
Because if someone’s taste in ships wrecks you that bad—
it’s not the art.
It’s you.