damn you internet i

Okay so I feel like people really do not understand fetishization.  Like, accusing KS of that is Wrong??  Like, listen, I’m a queer girl (so don’t bother dumping that straight people BS on me), and I have read a lot of yaoi, BL, yuri, GL, etc. and let me tell you something.  KS is the least sexual BL/yaoi I’ve ever read, barring the like super cutesy and fluffy kind.

That’s right.  You heard me.  It is almost entirely unsexy, and the only scenes of sexual content are either interrupted, extremely brief, or focusing on the developing dependence between them rather than the act itself.  The sexual content is not “fetishy” and the manhwa isn’t “porn with plot.”  I mean, there have been a handful of scenes with sexual content, but they were hardly what I would call explicit.  I mean, have you read a yaoi lately?  I’m guessing not.

This manhwa was certainly not written by a 13yo and frankly?  I’m actually offended on the author’s behalf.  How dare you.  You owe the author an apology for that.  The writing of this manhwa is better than half the things I’ve read lately.  It’s consistent and well-paced, not to mention suspenseful without being frustrating.  The dark themes are extremely well-handled and are probably more the reason for the rating than the barely their sexual content.

Do me a favor and read through some of Blood Bank (great manhwa, btw) and compare them.  THAT reads more as porn with plot to me, though the tone is shifting by the later chapters.  The beginning has some kind of sexual content in nearly every chapter, enough that the plot is actually slowed down considerably.

You CHOSE to read a manhwa called KILLING STALKING and expected what?  Some kind of healthy little romance?  Really?  You thought it wouldn’t be dark and potentially upsetting?  If you’re so against it, then why did you waste your own damn time reading it??

Personally, I am fascinated by Killing Stalking.  As a writer, I’m amazed with the characters and the little details that have been used to build the world.  I’m amazed that the author can write something so dark with such consistency and flare, not to mention grace.  The relationship building is deeply flawed and unhealthy.  Obviously.  The two main characters are a serial killer and a stalker.  If their relationship was healthy, I’d be disappointed.  The complexities of their choices and their motives is what draws me in in the first place.

How do you feel about people who enjoy Dext/er, I wonder?  Or Break/ing Bad?  What about The Sopr/anos?  Hann/ibal?  Or any other show about criminals?  Are they also sick and horrible?  Or is it just because the relationship is abusive that you have a problem?  Is it the inclusion of abuse and sex in the context of a relationship between two men?  Do you really think that enjoying reading about criminals is something new??  People are always fascinated by the darker side of things.  It’s why film noir and true crime and detective fiction in general is still so popular.

Scared they may be, but people are still fascinated by the dark and what lurks within it.  If you’re having nightmares or panic attacks, obviously you should stop reading it.  Don’t read things you find that scary.  For me, I only have trouble with supernatural horror, so this kind of thing is really interesting and intense.  I enjoy reading it.  I’m on the edge of my seat with every new chapter I read, wondering what’s going to happen next.  Finding a story the captures my attention so fully is extremely rare for me, and frankly nothing anyone says will convince me not to keep reading.

If you want to try, you’re welcome to.  I won’t stop you or even bother to block you.  Hell, I’ll engage if you want.  But no one’s ever taken me up on the invitation before, so I doubt anyone’ll bother now.

  • Atsushi: You're such a sore loser
  • Akutagawa: I'm not a sore loser, it's just that I prefer to win
  • Akutagawa: and when I don't, I get furious

Watching bride and prejudice is so conflicting. Bc you see the couples that are gay/lesbian/interracial being rejected by their families and you feel real pain for them. You see them crying bc their families don’t accept them/their partners for how they were born, and I think it’s great that Australian tv is showing how that kind of bigotry affects people.
But then they show Courtney and brad and see that they scream at each other about hypothetical strippers. Plus they’re in the show bc one of the mums doesn’t think it’s right for an immature 18 year old to get married.
you just end up thinking hmmm. Maybe the parent is right on this one and they shouldn’t get married hey.

Parents: “You sit in your room all day”

“You only sit on that computer and do nothing”

“You’re anti-social”

“You don’t even talk to people”

“The internet is hard”

“I’m dumb and dress funny”

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I have had no internet today, Time Zones please be kind and let it still be the 29th SOMEWHERE, because hell if I didnt try god damn it.

Happy Birthday all the same Ayu sweetie!! I hope it was a good one!!

@danisnotonfire My dash did a thing. I think it’s pretty accurate…

Watch on utapribr.tumblr.com

I didn’t last 10 SECONDS GDI 

(Made by Anime Trash Vids!)

alright, izombie do me a solid and have bradley’s character kiss some skinny dude with dark hair. it can be just a random hook up in a bar or somethin it can be for like 5 seconds that’s all i’ll need


Damn it…..now i want a Piñata as a pet….DAMN YOU INTERNET!!!

Day 4 of kabby week: Favourite married moment

(Kabby wedding fic)


Abby Griffin had always dreamt of an earth wedding every since she was a little girl.

Back on the Ark, resources were scarce and romance was few and far between. Weddings were usually a small affair; the bride would wear a nice dress, the husband a suit, and they would share a simple cake with friends and family.

But on Earth, weddings were spectacular. Abby fell in love with it all. The snowy white dresses made of fine material and ruffled laces, the live music, the popping champagne, the bouquets of flower, the banquets of food and the dancing.

Abby had always dreamt of a wedding on Earth, but none of the depictions in her leather bounded history textbooks or cotton candy clouded dreams could come close to the real thing.

Nobody could ever describe how beautiful the scenery would look; brilliant crackling torches and a sprinkle of winking stars like silver glitter on a black canvas, lighting up the night.

Nor did they ever tell her that she would feel like a princess with what she wore; a strapless dress that sashayed around her figure in whispers of melting silk, and a crown of daisies that weaved through her curls.

Nor could they describe the magic it had in bringing old friends and enemies and family together, drinking and laughing and dancing, soaking in the pure elation that filled the atmosphere.

Earth weddings were magical.


Abby startled and tore her eyes away from the scenery and back to Marcus.

Wait, no.

Her husband.

Abby smiled and whispered, “Hey.”

Marcus took her hand, running his fingers over her knuckles, before bringing her hand up to kiss the cool wedding ring on her finger.

“I believe Raven and Monty managed to set up the music, and I’d like to have my first dance with my wife.”

Abby’s heart fluttered at his words, and she couldn’t stop the giddy smile dancing on her features. With my wife.

Abby followed Marcus out onto the dance floor, suddenly aware of the circle of eyes and adoring smiles following them, heart hammering with happiness when she realised that she was about to have her first dance with her husband.

Her favourite wedding tradition of them all.

Marcus wrapped his arms around her waist as Abby looped her arms around his neck, bodies softening together as they swayed to the music.

Abby sighed, letting her head fall onto Marcus’s shoulder. She closed her eyes, breathing in his musky scent, savoring the warmth from his body. And in that moment the world dropped dead and it was just them, Marcus and Abby, husband and wife, together.

Marcus stared at Abby, eyes drifting down her bare neck, and feeling her cool wedding ring dig into the back of his neck. He remembered telling her not to take Jake’s ring off. Remembered saying that he was still important to her, and the ring and his memories should stay with her. Remembered when Abby had said, her words bursting his heart with joy, ‘Marcus, of course I still love Jake. But he’s in the past, and you’re my future,” before she took the ring off for good.

“Miss Abigail Griffin Kane,” Marcus murmured with a teasing smile. “How do you feel?”

Abby’s smile was radiating when she lifted her head up, her eyes getting lost in his. “Happy. Completely and utterly happy.”

She loved watching the way his eyes crinkled around the edges and features softened and shined with so much love and tenderness at her words.

“You’re my husband,” Abby said, testing the words with a giddy smile. Abby loved how it sounded on her tongue. Husband. “My husband”

Marcus pulled her in closer, her chest almost touching his. His head dipped down just a little to meet hers, his voice breathier than intended, “Say it again.”

Abby grinned. Her fingers weaved through the back of his hair, her eyes exploring his features, as if she wanted to ingrain every inch of him into her mind. “My husband. My strong, brave, handsome and loving husband.”

Marcus couldn’t resist it any longer.

He kissed her, slowly, tenderly, with so much love and warmth. Abby laughed into his lips as she responded, her lips parting, drinking into his kiss.

Abby didn’t know how his kisses could still send her heart sprinting and warm tingles swimming pleasantly all over her skin. Maybe that was love. Feeling like your heart would burst with warmth every morning when you woke up to see their face, smiles that stretched so far they hurt your cheeks when you were with them, a fire in the stomach that could never be extinguished, growing stronger when you were with him, laughing with him, staring at him, loving him and being loved in return. Passionate. Powerful.


Abby gasped when she felt his tongue part her lips and fingers curl into her waist. Sighing contently, Abby pulled him further down into her lips and deepened the kiss, her soft body melting into this.

A chorus of whistles and cheers shattered their moment, alerting them back to reality. Marcus almost groaned when Abby broke the kiss with twinkling eyes, uncaring to the hoots that surrounded them.

Instead, she started swaying to the music again and Marcus soon followed her, once again oblivious to everyone around them.

“You know,” Marcus began, dark eyes falling onto hers. “I do believe tradition dictates that we must consummate our marriage before we’re to be legitimately wedded.”

Abby laughed. “Oh really?”

“Really.” He dipped his head down, placing a chaste kiss to her ear, smiling when he felt her shiver. “Fortunately for you, I have a plan. A surprise.”

Abby raised her eyebrows. “Marcus, you know I don’t like surprises.”

Marcus grinned and kissed the spot just behind her ear, smirking at the moan he stirred from her throat. “You’ll love this one. Trust me.”

A honeymoon. He had planned her a romantic getaway.

“God I love you,” Abby said gratefully.

Marcus chuckled. “I’m glad, otherwise I just made a very bad mistake.”

Abby laughed again. When Marcus lifted his head back up and looked at her, with so much fire and adoration, Abby felt the dizzying desire to kiss him, her husband, again.

So she brought her lips back up to his and did just that.


expect a honey moon sequel yall ;) I wanted to write a little something for kabby day 4 married; sorry it’s so late! (been busy with life and stuff :( ) Also I’d write more and stuff but i’m almost out of power and 3G internet because we’re going through a power outtage now so i could only do what I can. Hope you enjoyed it anyway! 

tbt to a simpler time

You know something?

I genuinely HOPE deep down in my heart that we do NOT see the day when some stupid, irrational, can’t-even-be-labeled-as-human fuckhead commits mass murder in another school, or a park, or a hospital, or a festival; anywhere; And when the media and the government start looking up their info and their personal belongings they discover they owned and/or followed one of those true crime/Columbine/yet-another-mass-murderer blogs that are hidden on Tumblr.

(Hey, let’s not kid ourselves here, in most cases"true crime”“ is quite the euphemism for crime apology; twist it, whine about it and piss all you want, you just HAVE to be a kind of person with a certain degree of mental problems and low self-esteem to actively use and maintain a blog about fucking MURDERERS. And if you DO have mental issues, you know damn well you have NO business being anywhere on the internet.)

And I repeat, for our own sake and for Tumblr’s staff’s sake, I REALLY, REALLY HOPE WE DON’T SEE THAT DAY COMING, EVER

Otherwise, they’re going to have A LOT of explaining to do.

((OH, and by the way, you should know by now you have zero business being anywhere near my blog too if you own one of those. Yes, two kids happened to play DOOM and then shoot up a school, but that doesn’t give you any kind of right to follow me. Punk.)).

Okay lately a lot of people have been approaching me tell me how they recognize from some social media platform. However today I went with my friends to American Apparel and this guy ,who was just so damn handsome , approached me to say “I recognize you from Internet.” Usually I carry myself well and can carry a conversation but he was so handsome I kept tripping on my words and acting so awkward.