Had A Dream That Someone Suggested The Best Gender Neutral Form Of Address Would Be Mþ (pronounced Myth)

Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy

Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE

Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted

Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative

Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying

Listen up!

You see a post like this? Where OP might hurt/kill themselves? You hit that button that I circled

Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

THE NEW WIZARD COSTUME IN OVENBREAK I'M DIE

You don’t fuck with the tray master

Percy: If I die, Tyson can have what little I own. Okay? The magical items go to him.

Poseidon: Wait. What do you mean "if" you die? You are going to live a long life and won't even think of dying before 100 years.

Percy: My existence is fueled by pure spite, red bull and the adrenaline from whenever other greek creatures, gods and demigods threaten me.

Poseidon:

Poseidon, sighing: Let me call your therapist again. Am I not paying her enough? Hmm. Maybe it's time for a raise.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU