forget safety


So this is it…this is how some people in the EXO fandom define “love”. Screaming “we are One” and “We love EXO” at any given opportunity but look at our actions, look at our behaviours!

Pushing the cameras into our idol’s faces. Calling them rude und unfriendly because they put on earphones and glasses at the airport. Groping and kissing because you think you have the goddamn right to. Hitting their faces with the cameras. Pushing til they fall down and make them cry because some of the members just can’t take this any longer.

These are just some of the few and now let me ask you this: Are these actions any different than sasaeng behaviours?

We all adore them but love is NOT about obsession, not about madness. It is about understanding, about supporting but also about SPACE! We idolize them as gods but in the end of the day they are just human beings. Boys in their 20’s with human needs and feelings.

So please…just stop this madness, give them some space to breath, too!!!
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I traveled with a boy a long time ago. No. Not a boy. A man. A wise man, brave man, so human, so full of heart. Maybe the greatest man I knew. The Last Centurion, they called him, and he was. The last. The one, and only. He told me once, and these words burn on the surface of my hearts with so much shame and so much guilt: “You have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you’re around.”

He saw into me, right from the very start, he saw my ugly soul, my vanity, my greed and selfishness. And yet he joined me, following the woman he loved, but also seduced by the adventures. Oh, I was delighted. He was wise and moral and beautiful and I selfishly lured him some more, because his admiration was flattering and addictive. A wiseman, a hero, the purest heart, willing to offer his life for me, how could I resist?

And then the words he once told me turned against him too.

I watched him love, make choices and sacrifice so much. I watched him fight, make a stand and die over and over again. Because he believed in me. Because he let my allure made him think of me as someone worth all the trust, devotion and losses.

And in the end I watched him scatter into nothingness. A boy, no, a man, who once saw into me and did not look away. A hero to my human side, a champion to my weak side, a doctor to my broken side. Who saved me on so many ways, mostly from myself, as he guided me, sheltered me and showed me what a true man who makes people better should be made of.

Please, keep your cats inside.


I had intended this as a reply to someone who learned the hard way why they should keep their beloved cat indoors..but tumblr ate it. So, here it is.

Living in a town known for its cats, feral or pets, many are outdoors. In fact, my Olley was indoor and outdoor for about 9 years with “only 2 “minor” (re: required surgery) injuries,” and I couldn’t keep him indoors due to his peeing (which after many years, has been solved and corrected).

But a year ago, that changed, immediately. My husband and I were on a Sunday drive to sit at our local coffee shop to relax and enjoy the nice day. We weren’t even a block from our home when a neighbors cat rushed from under a car trailer…and under our back tire. I still remember it, the thud. Seeing a cat in our rearview, flailing madly. I jumped from the car, my husband followed behind, but just as I stood above her she stopped, exhaled a final breath, all muscles quivered, and then she was still. Her eye protruded grimly from one socket, blood poured from her mouth. A life was lost.

Stormy was three years old and, too, “never once crossed the street.” She was, that day, across from her home.

We buried her in our neighbors backyard, the neighbor didn’t blame us, but as an elderly woman, I was crushed for her to lose her companion.

THAT day, Olley became an indoor cat.

But no, it couldn’t stop there. On our way home from groceries, a little more than a month later, we pulled up to a stop, the two cars ahead rolling along, either too busy watching traffic or too cold to care, I saw a kitten dragging itself, crying out from under a car…

I rushed out, grabbed it to which it rightly screamed and bit, but I wrapped it in my sweater, crying. As we turned onto the road to get to our vet there was another kitten about half a block. My husband rushed out, brought it to me, and I gently pet it, sobbing. Both died. The second cried the whole way, died the moment we arrived. The first, euthanized because its entire back half was crushed. Though not our fault this time…it was horribly traumatizing.

One month apart..if I remember.

I cannot express enough how horrible it is for someone like me to have to experience such a tragedy. To carry that burden. What if it had been Olley? Or Bob? Or Mynah? I couldn’t live with myself. But it took this nightmare for me to realize it! Just like you, my cats now stay indoors, all of them.

I will never forget Stormy or those two kittens. Ever.

I don’t care if your cat always stays in the yard. I don’t care if your cat was a “street cat,” I don’t care if your cat is too old to leave the porch. Keep your cats indoors, or build an outdoor run, or cat proof your backyard. Remember that owls, hawks, raccoons, dogs, people, disease…they don’t care about how special your cat is. I dont care how lucky your mom’s cat was for 14 years. They will fucking destroy it. And you will have to suffer with that guilt. And you will hate yourself.

Think of people like me, who learned the “easy” way, who could accidentally run over your cat, or be witness to the awful screaming of kittens in unimaginable agony and fear. Think of me, and imagine I am you, and you were in my shoes. It fucking sucks. Now imagine that those cats, were YOUR cats. It’s hard, very hard, to understand.

But trust me. You don’t want to be the cat owner cradling a pair of dying kittens, a neighbors dead cat, or your cat, that you thought was invisible to cars.

Just. My god, just protect them.

when will i ever stop being so emotional about star trek? never.