Kpop is NOT life.

And I mean in the serious sense, not when you’re joking around or saying it lightheartedly. Kpop should not consume your life to point that you stop living your own. It shouldn’t consume you to the point that you start thinking you have the RIGHT to make decisions for idols who are adults and capable of making their own. Yes it should make you happy and sometimes yeah, it can cause pain, but it shouldn’t be your ONLY happiness in life. You know why? BECAUSE THEY’RE PEOPLE TOO. Just like you, they have hopes, feelings, and dreams and for many of them that probably includes more than just the fans. It includes significant others and a family of their own. If you get to date, get married, and have kids, SO DO THEY. Don’t turn down dates because your idol is your “boyfriend”, he’s not. Idol-fan relationships, though special and meaningful, are NOT the only relationship you should have in your life. Kpop should make you happy but it shouldn’t be your ONLY source of happiness because I can GUARANTEE, it’s not their only one.

Over the past few years, the KPop community has had its rough patches. Idols were reprimanded for doing normal human being things and we lost some precious stars along the way.

This 2020, seeing as more idols are coming out with their relationships and whatnots, I hope the fans are becoming more open-minded as well to the fact that these people that we love and support are only human beings as well.

They make mistakes and learn from them. They fall in love and may experience breakups. They can have friendships with idols of the opposite sex just like we all do and express themselves through skinship if they like it. To simply put it, They. Are. Human. Beings. Just. Like. Us.

May this year and many more years to come bring more happiness, love, and support to the people who’s been constantly providing us with the same energy over the past couple of years, 24/7.

Why?

Because they absolutely deserve it.

Birthday skin boy

autumnal prince🍂🍂🍂

he’s really out there being this beautiful

When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasn’t really a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question. I said ‘sure it is, you’ve either had sex before him, or you haven’t’. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.

In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy “friend” starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didn’t sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and she’ll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And I’m in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.

And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasn’t going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasn’t even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.

And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesn’t even remember it but that it’s something that she’ll never have the luxury of forgetting.

And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.

And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldn’t feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying “stop” over and over like a broken record but he must’ve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said “we should do this again sometime”. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.

And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonald’s first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didn’t listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just “asking for attention” and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.

And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.

And I’m so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I don’t know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And… Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.

-16 year old girl

News broke an hour ago that Samuel Kim’s father, Jose Arredondo, was murdered yesterday in Mexico. Obviously this is BEYOND tragic and I cannot imagine what Samuel and the rest of the Kim and Arredondo families are going through today. But due to the nature of Korean news outlets, and their obsession to be first to break the news and get clicks regardless of the truth, accuracy or moral ambiguity of their articles, I ask all of you not to spread any rumors or unconfirmed reports out of respect to Samuel and to Jose. This is not the time for speculation and conspiracy theories but instead a time for solemnity and compassion.

This article here is about Jose, not Samuel, and does a good job summarizing things you need to know about him in light of his passing. 

Please respect the family’s privacy and keep Samuel in your thoughts and prayers. He is an incredible kid who has been through more than most idols his age and he needs all the love and support he can get from Garnets, Carats and everyone else who cares about him. His Instagram and Twitter pages are currently disabled/private (for obvious reasons) but I BEG OF YOU to show tact, class and respect when they are up and running again.

Samuel, we love you SO MUCH. Please take care of yourself and know that you do not have to be alone in this. Garnets and Carats will be with you until the end of time. Be strong, kid. We love you.

America is the world’s largest terrorist state.

Every girl has had the experience where a creepy guy asks for our number and we don’t want to give it to him, but we also don’t want to get gutted in a back alley. “Give him a fake number!” I hear you call, okay and then he says “okay let me call you real quick!” Because they are learning. “Give them your number and then block them!” Okay and then they can plug it into something like Spokeo, pay $10 and know everything about you. So what do you do?

First pick a fake name, I use Jessica, then download the Google Voice app, hook it up to your email, pick a number, and set up a fake greeting with your fake name. You can set it to ring your actual phone like a normal call or text but they don’t have real info on you.

Go forth and don’t get murdered, ladies!

WHAT TO DO AT AN ICE CHECKPOINT, ESPECIALLY IF YOU’RE A WHITE CITIZEN

(please, please, please copy, paste, and share widely):

-Border Patrol can verify citizenship within 100 miles of a border or “external boundary.” This includes coastlines so NYC is within the 100-mile zone.

-Border patrol can only ask brief questions about citizenship, and they cannot hold you for an extended time without cause.

-You always have the right to remain silent. You do not need to answer their questions.

-***WITH THAT SAID, IF YOU ARE A BORN CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES AND ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE WHITE, YOU NEED TO SPEAK THE FUCK UP.***

-The most important acts of resistance are the small ones. Make it difficult and uncomfortable for ICE agents to do their jobs. They are counting on citizens to turn a blind eye and allow them to deport undocumented citizens without challenge. Disabuse of that notion.

-If you are on a train, bus, or anything else and ICE or CBP boards, you need to stand up and loudly let everyone know that they have the right to remain silent or only answer questions in the presence of an attorney, no matter their citizenship or immigration status. There have been numerous reports that confronting the agents in this way has caused them to leave without verifying citizenship. THIS CAN SAVE LIVES.

-If you see anyone being held up by immigration, loudly ask if they are being detained and if they are free to go.

-Immigration officers cannot detain anyone without reasonable suspicion, an agent must have specific facts about you that make it reasonable to believe you are committing or committed, a violation of immigration law or federal law.

If an agent detains you, you can ask for their basis for reasonable suspicion, and they should tell you.

-Always say no to a search and let everyone know that they can and should refuse consent to a search.

-They cannot search or arrest anyone without facts about that make it probable that they are committing, or committed, a violation of immigration law or federal law.

-Silence alone meets neither of these standards. Nor does race or ethnicity alone suffice for either probable cause or reasonable suspicion

-As white citizens, we have a level of privilege which protects us from retaliation from ICE for being “rude” and making a scene, which makes it our DUTY to speak up and make sure people without the same privilege know their rights. GET LOUD. YELL. YELL IN SPANISH IF YOU KNOW IT. LET PEOPLE KNOW THEY DON’T HAVE TO SAY SHIT. MAKE ICE UNCOMFORTABLE. THROW SAND IN THE GEARS OF WHITE SUPREMACY.

BONUS INFO:

-It is perfectly legal to record immigration agents as long as you are not on government property or at a port of entry. If your train/bus gets board, pull your phone out and start videotaping immediately.

-If you are detained or see someone getting detained, get the agent’s name, number, and any other identifying information. Get it on tape.

-Contact the ACLU if you see someone’s rights being violated.

! IMPORTANT !

…no joke

i think the fic is somehow taking people’s accounts.

no fucking joke.

someone i was just talking to dmed me the link. they were nice. their account had posts.

now its empty, it has no posts, their header is blank.

DO NOT FUCKING CLICK ON THE FIC LINK. ITS SOMETHING THAT GRABS YOUR PASSWORD. I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS.

I REPEAT. DONT FUCKING. CLICK. ON THE FIC.

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PLEASE SHARE THIS USEFUL INFORMATION IT COULD SAVE LIVES

a self insert fanfic: i brushed my long blonde hair out my face to show off my clear blue eyes and pale complexion

my colored ass:

Why are we silent???

I have stretch marks.

Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.

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