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REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE.

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

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Write a short story where England is angry at America, because England stepped on one of Sealand’s legos, that America bought for Sealand, and then finland is angry at Denmark, because he also stepped on a lego, and Denmark bought Sealand some legos.

I'm sorry, I'm not currently accepting prompts and I don't know when I'll start that up again.

But maybe I'll put this on the backburner because it's a funny idea. Unless someone else would like to take this on. I know I have a lot of mutuals a bit more experienced with humourous fics compared to me.

God, demigod, guardian–Every time mankind finds you, during a different age, they give you a title representative of your otherworldly power. You aren’t getting weaker, yet your title gets diluted each time until finally, a group of humans think you’re just a homeless person who needs help.

Nobody:

My writing sometimes: "In layman's terms, he was pissed."

Me (realizing i used a fun word):

Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box.

Always