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Two times that Magnus tried to explain to Alec how truly terrible were the Clave’s actions and the fact that Alec was basically following them… And Alec reacted as if Magnus was exaggerating / taking things “too personal”.

related to my last post, im really fucking sleepy and couldn’t remember ben afflecks name n i kept typing bruce wayne smoking while sad, deleting when I noticed my mistake, then typing it again, then deleting, then typing ag

One of the worst things about being a teenage girl is having to prove your music taste as well as your intelligence because people think the two are related. If you like pop music, you’re a mindless idiot who is incapable of intelligent thought or having an informed opinion. All you care about is the top 40, selfies, and Starbucks. You don’t exist outside of social media. If you like male dominated genres, like rap or rock, you need to prove that you aren’t a “fake fan” by rattling of names, albums, years, tours, etc. because obviously you just like them because you only have the capability of liking the boys that like the music. Teenage girls deserve to discover and listen to music, please just let girls love music.

I know I said I was done talking about the whole cult thing, but hear me out. A lot of people have been saying that the cult ending situation has gotten out of hand, since it’s not achievable and not canon endgame, and spreading any more information/ideas about it is harmful to the game’s image.

What we know is that the cult ending is either something scrapped, but not deleted or a Halloween gag for later on; there may or may not be a hidden good ending behind the “3rd Walk Mary Home” bug (we probably meet Crish in that ending); and worst case scenario, Joseph has two routes and stays with his wife in both of them.

So, he’s not actually a cult leader. He’s technically still the dorky ~cool~ youth minister we thought he was; but he just happens to be a cheater, too. (A cheater in an all-but-finished marriage. He got kicked out of his house and lives on his yacht, guys.)

However, all of the “canon” dark stuff in the cult ending makes for one hell of an AU. I, for one, am completely here for cult!Joseph.

Tl;dr, even if the cult ending isn’t a real thing, there’s nothing wrong with a cult AU.

Killing Stalking: Portraying Abuse is not Glorifying Abuse

NOTE: If you don’t like Killing Stalking, that is absolutely fine. This post is not to tell people that they are wrong, or that their opinions are wrong. I am simply throwing my own thoughts into the ring as I’ve been mulling it over for a while. Don’t like the manga? You are well within your right to do so and I respect your opinion.

Anti Claim: Killing Stalking glorifies abuse.

I’m going to go all King Onion on your asses and pull up the definition of glorify.

Let’s ignore the first definition here as that does not really apply to what we’re talking about here. Let’s examine the second one: describe or present as admirable, especially unjustifiably.

Killing Stalking is very fresh in my mind, having binge read it all this week, and nowhere-and I mean nowhere-do I recall ever reading Sangwoo’s abuse or Yoon Bum’s stalking ever being glorified by anyone or anything.

Not even Yoon Bum, who was infatuated with Sangwoo to the point of breaking into his house and stalking him, ever sat down and went, “Isn’t it amazing how Sangwoo beats me around the house like a dog? Isn’t he awesome? I just love it so much! He’s such a great guy, everyone should totally look up to him and follow by his example!” 

No. Most of the time he’s terrified. He tries to poison Sangwoo; he attempts to escape multiple times; he is constantly afraid of the possibility of what could be done to him next; he is mortified by Sangwoo’s body count; he outright REJECTS Sangwoo’s advances in chapter 27; he spends most of the manga scared shitless.

Nor does any other character in the manga look at Yoon Bum and think, “God, isn’t it admirable how persistent he is in chasing that Sangwoo fellow? You know what they say, determination equals success! So what if he broke into the house, how else is he supposed to get what he wants?”

No. Nearly every character who encounters Yoon Bum finds him strange. He makes them uncomfortable because of how he acts. The girl who befriended him in school, for example, didn’t think he was cute or endearing for how he treated her, she ignored him and eventually lashed out at him. 

But wait! Yoon Bum constantly seeks out intimacy with Sangwoo, doesn’t that mean he doesn’t care about the abuse?

One of the major themes in Killing Stalking is Stockholm Syndrome. Yoon Bum already has a great deal of unhinged emotions for Sangwoo before he is even captured and a lot of his behaviour could be linked to that. I do not believe for a second that Yoon Bum is of sound mind and I do believe that a lot of his actions are related to that and his ever growing case of Stockholm Syndrome, coupled with the twisted obsession he already had before his capture. But, despite this, he still does not glorify the abuse either.

For example, in chapter eight, he uses sexuality as a means of hopefully distracting Sangwoo from the question of whether to torture him with a knife or a fish hook. It is a tactic. A means of trying to persevere himself because sex is definitely a lesser evil in comparison to torture with a sharp object. Of course, it doesn’t work, and Yoon Bum ends up hanging from the ceiling in a noose while Sangwoo gets sexual gratification from hearing him gasp his name. This situation is not portrayed as enjoyable for the victim, nor is it viewed as such in Yoon Bum’s eyes. Yoon Bum is terrified to the point of begging his captor for help; to let him down; to just stop because he’s in pain and he’s scared and he’s suffocating. Despite having an unhinged obsession with Sangwoo, never does it cloud Yoon Bum’s judgement on the abuse he is receiving. 

His view on Sangwoo, I believe, is a question for another day as that opens up the conversation on Stockholm syndrome and this post is already getting long enough without that.

Portraying abuse is not glorifying abuse!

Killing Stalking is very detailed in the abuse that it portrays, yes. Does that mean it’s glorifying it? No. It is a psychological horror with gory elements throughout. It is advertised as a psychological horror with gory elements throughout. And yet people are still shocked when they read the manga and *le gasp!* the story contains psychological horror with gory elements throughout.

Do all horror narratives glorify abuse now? Do horror movies rated R glorify murder and rape and abuse? No, it is simply part of the story they are telling. (Mind I’m referring to decent horror movies, not torture porn stories and budget B movies).

But wait! The antis might cry! We’ve caught you out then! Is Killing Stalking not torture porn, then?

Uhhhhh, no. On the surface, Killing Stalking is a story about an unhinged serial killer who holds his equally unhinged stalker captive in his home. 

But it is more than that. 

Beyond the unavoidable torture Sangwoo places upon Bum-yes, I say unavoidable, he’s a serial killer for Christ’s sake they weren’t going to be playing Patty Cake this whole time-the complex psychological elements run deep. Bum’s torture, which is growing lesser and lesser as the chapters progress (NOT that that excuses anything that Sangwoo has done up until now, it must be noted) has always been a side plot to the much more intriguing and complex themes of mental illness, morale; and dependency. Especially as the story has moved forward, it is becoming less about Sangwoo throwing Bum about the house and more about what is going on inside their heads.

I think I know what the antis are upset about and they don’t even realise it, and it’s most definitely not Killing Stalking as a piece of media. It is a lot of fans’ reaction to Killing Stalking. People ship Sangwoo and Bum together; make art; and probably write smutty fics for them despite the abuse Bum is put through at Sangwoo’s hands. Some-please note that I am saying SOME here, not all, in fact not even the majority do this-bypass the complex themes and just read it for the torture. Which they are well within their rights to do. But these fans don’t write Killing Stalking, Koogi does. And Koogi has worked as hard as she can to make sure that the abuse is not glorified or justified by any character in the work. She even places trigger warnings on her sensitive chapters. Would someone who wants to make abuse look great do that?

But I have never even seen any of the people who want to read it for the torture say, “Isn’t abuse awesome? Isn’t Sangwoo’s treatment of Bum just swell? Isn’t Bum’s stalking so endearing?” Nor has such thoughts ever been expressed in the manga. Most, if not all, of the Killing Stalking fandom know full well that the character’s behaviour is fucked up. A lot of us aren’t even here for that. We’re here for the psychological elements that make us think and spark debates and posts just like this one.

Koogi’s work, from her art style, to her story, to her determination to continue working for her fans even when she’s in poor health, is what’s admiring. Koogi has produced a thought provoking manga and it is not her that is glorifying the abuse in Killing Stalking. I will not deny the existence of KS fans who probably have glorified the abuse, but Koogi’s work should not be judged due to the reaction of some fans. We are of our own minds, and cannot control the actions of others. 

Killing Stalking is an amazing psychological horror and I can’t wait to see where it goes. It in no way glorifies abuse. At least as far as I can see. Koogi is a genius and I’m really looking forward to seeing more of her work.

I’m up for debating anyone on this, as long as you’re respectful and decent about it. Opening dialogue between both sides of the argument, I think, is really important, and is the only true way of getting different thoughts; opinions; and ideas out there. So please feel free to PM me! ^_^

Okay, I’m done now xP

anonymous asked:

43! Please! <3 <3

43. falling in love with their best friend’s partner au

From the moment Benny walks in with his boyfriend, Dean knows he is screwed. Benny has been bragging about how handsome his new partner is and how he’d hit the jackpot for a while now- but Dean would never believe him. Until he sees him standing right there, Benny’s arm around the broad shoulders covered with a dark blue shirt and leather jacket. Dean almost drops his beer.

The guy’s hair is a deep, dark brown, almost black in this light and his body is a good example of perfect.

Dean never fights over people with Benny, they always had a good feeling about who was into which person and Dean has always been easy with letting it go and giving Benny what he wants. But he already feels the jealousy rising as he stands and watches. When Benny catches his glance, he waves and gestures to come over. Dean puts his empty beer away and approaches Benny and the guy, curling his shaking hands in a fist to calm them down.

“Hey brother,” Benny says and his hand slips from the guy’s shoulders. He pulls Dean into a hug and he hugs back, strong and short. When he pulls away, the other guy holds out his hand.

“I’m Castiel.” He says with a deep voice. Dean takes his hand a bit too fast and a bit too long as he says his name, but the guy doesn’t seem to mind. He shares a quick look with Benny and gestures. “Benny’s boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” Dean admits and can’t help his eyes from wandering. “He told me a lot about you.”

“He did?” Castiel frowns and tilts his head to Benny, who shrugs and smiles.

“Only good things, Cas. I’ll get you a beer. Dean?”

Dean nods and suddenly he’s alone with Castiel.

“So, Dean,” Castiel says as he stands closer to let a few people pass. “This party is yours?”

“My brother’s, actually,” Dean says as he gets a hint of Castiel’s aftershave- sandalwood and something flowery, sweet but not too thick, a perfect balance, and he feels the blue eyes burn on his skin. “He’s turning eighteen, so he wanted something a little bigger.”

“Congratulations,” Castiel says politely. Dean smiles, dazzled by the way Cas loosely ruffles his hair as he looks for Benny. He appears a few moments later with three beer. They talk for a while, but Dean has a hard time keeping his eyes off Castiel. It gets to the point where he becomes agitated by himself, knowing that what he’s feeling is wrong and he walks away from them at last- too tense to act normal.

He doesn’t know if he should feel upset or thankful when Benny and Cas leave, but Castiel’s eyes stay with him until late that night.

Dean hoped that it would get less painful over time, seeing Benny and Castiel together. But the more they meet up or hang out together, the more it bothers Dean. Whenever he’s around Castiel he feels warmer, more comfortable despite it being awkward as well. It doesn’t help that Castiel shows interest in him as well- at least, they talk a lot, Cas laughs at his jokes, he started hugging him the third time they met and Cas doesn’t seem to be bothered by personal space.

Despite not being able to get enough of it, Dean feels wrong. Cas is Benny’s boyfriend, and though they aren’t a sappy couple, Dean can’t just flirt with Castiel like he wants to.  

So he goes home every night feeling empty and alone as he tries to ignore the image of Benny’s arm around Castiel’s waist and focus on Castiel’s hand on Dean’s shoulder before, but all it makes him feel is treacherous and an ass.

It’s one of those nights that he leaves alone again, feeling torn. Castiel had talked with him all night and Benny had mainly focused on Meg and Charlie. Dean and Cas had sat aside a little as Cas talked about the names of stars and Dean listened, quickly distracted by Castiel’s glistening eyes and the curve of his lips. Castiel had hugged him gently when they left, longer than normal.

“It was good to see you again, Dean.” He’d said, face close to Dean’s. “Until next time.”

Dean had stuttered something back and now he walks his way home, alone and miserable.

It feels like he’s cheating while he isn’t. Castiel isn’t cheating, he’s done nothing with Dean. Dean isn’t betraying Benny, but his feelings are. The problem is that it won’t stop, he knows that much.

Once home, he lets himself fall down on the couch and turns on the TV. His mind keeps drifting. He doesn’t know how long he sits there and stares at the TV with no clue of what’s on. He hugs his knees close to his chest. His bare feet are cold and he rubs them warm, just as the doorbell rings. It’s almost midnight. The only person he can think of to come by at this hour is Sam when there’s something wrong, so he hurries to the door.

Dean has a moment to realize that it’s, in fact, Castiel standing in front of him, then his thoughts are shut off as Cas steps inside and kisses him full on his lips. It’s only for a few moments before Dean pulls away, the butterflies in his stomach pushed away by his confusion.

“What- what the- what about Benny?” He manages to stutter.

Castiel looks at him with those irresistible blue eyes and closes the door with his foot.

“We broke up. I… I couldn’t ignore what was happening between you and me and Benny felt like he was drifting away from me. We didn’t work out.” Cas looks down, embarrassed suddenly. “I should’ve… I’m sorry I kissed you, I just-” He takes a deep breath. “Benny is okay. He wanted me to find what I was looking for and I already knew that you-” He gives Dean a quick look. “You’re very special to me, Dean, and I want you to know that. I’ve never met someone like you, you make me feel things no one else ever made me feel and I couldn’t ignore that any longer.”

Cas is panting softly and Dean doesn’t know what he should say.

Benny is okay, he’s sure Castiel isn’t lying, and Castiel just confessed to him how he feels. The butterflies start fluttering again.

“Are you sure?” Dean whispers softly. “About Benny, about… us?”

“Yes.”

Dean looks at Cas in silence as his mind tries to settle all the information. In a sudden movement, he grabs the collar of Castiel’s jacket and pushes him against the wall, kissing him for a second time. Cas leans in, eagerly, and runs his fingers through Dean’s hair with a soft, satisfied hum.

“I felt wrong for wanting this,” Cas mutters against his lips. “But it doesn’t feel wrong at all.”

Dean chuckles against Castiel’s lips, softly nudging him over to the living room.

“Me too,” he admits, trying to slip off Cas’ jacket and kissing him at the same time. “But if you’re sure and Benny is alright…”

“He is,” Castiel pulls away for a moment to focus his eyes on him. “I promise.”

Dean’s mind settles on the promise and he lets Cas’ lips trail kisses down his neck.

“Good,” he whispers.

Later, when they’re both lying comfortably under the sheets of Dean’s bed, legs tangled together and Cas’ steady breathing tickling his neck, Dean smiles and closes his eyes. As he drifts off, he squeezes Cas’ hand wrapped securely around his waist and can feel Castiel’s lips pressing a soft, tired kiss against his shoulder. 

Everything finally feels right.

Ok so if you work in retail and you’re a older (not old I mean between 20-40s) and there’s someone who works there that is new and around 16 PLEASE DON’T TREAT THEM LIKE DOG SHIT. PLEASE DON’T LAUGH AT THEM IN THE BREAK ROOM AND THEN WHISPER TO YOUR FUCKING FRIENDS ABOUT IT. IT MAKES US UNCOMFORTABLE AND NOT WANT TO WORK THERE. ITS NOT A DAMN SCHOOL PLAYGROUND, ACT LIKE AN ADULT PLEASE AND STOP MAKING TEENAGERS WHO JUST WANT TO WORK FEEL UNSAFE WHERE THEY ARE AND NOT WANT TO GO ON BREAKS.