So Beastars huh?
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.
petition for her “venom destroys melanin” to be revoked
What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash!? I’ll tell you what you get. You get what you fucking deserve!
oh shit, me FUCK -
Consider: wendigocore
-dark brown clothing
-vultureculture
-forgetting to eat
-long dark hair
-constantly cold
-native american myths
-studies cryptids
-loves mysteries
-won’t hesitate to bite you
-frequently says disturbing things
-has researched the effects of cannibalism
-liable to disappear into the forest
The kingsman fight but Mamma Mia sung by Meryl Streep is playing
Okay so like there are vampires but one of the side effects of becoming a vampire is that you can’t explicitly tell people you’re a vampire.
Like, if they already know you’re a vampire, that’s cool and you can talk about it with them whenever. And if they don’t know but are straight up like “hey are you a vampire?” you can be like “yes I am” and then you can talk to them about being a vampire because they already know now.
But the point is you can’t tell people.
So you’ve got this vampire who really wants to tell their friends and they’re dropping all these hints and being as obvious as they possibly can be but their friends just think they over-exaggerate everything.
“Hey, when did you learn to lock pick?” “Sometime around the middle ages, I think.” “Okay, fine, I won’t pry then.”
“Cool shirt! When did you get it?” “Oh, about fifty years ago or so.” “Dude you weren’t even alive. It’s a hand-me-down, then?”
“Hey check out this cool Renaissance painting.” *points to a person lying dramatically on the ground* “That’s me.” “Haha, that totally would be you. I’m the one getting his head chopped off.” “No, you don’t get it that’s actually me.” “God, I know. You’re so dramatic.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been to Europe?” “A couple centuries at least.”
“What’s this red drink in your fridge?” “Blood.” “Is it that new diet drink?” “No, it’s blood.” “No, seriously. I’m thinking about trying this diet. Does it work?” *sighs* “No.”
“How come you don’t have any mirrors in your house?” “I don’t have a reflection.” “Cool. It’s really admirable that you’re not letting society’s expectations dictate your life.”
“Hey, it’s really sunny out today. Wanna go for a walk?” “No. I will literally burn up and die.” “Fine, stay inside and watch Netflix. That’s cool too.”
“I heard these coffin beds are really supposed to help you sleep. I’ve never seen one this cool though. Where’d you get it?” “I was buried in it.” “Fine. Don’t tell me.”
“Dude, why are you always so cold?” “I’m dead.” “No, really. I think you might be anemic. Are you getting enough iron?”
you’re 17 on the verge of immortality and you sit in the backyard of your best friend. you’re there for a small party they’re throwing, and you watch as several people you know spectate a game of beer pong. it’s warm and lights softly illuminate the grassy yard. the air smells of chlorine from the large pool not yet warm enough to swim in. you’re buzzed and red-faced and glad.
it’s 10 pm and you’re having a sleepover with your best friend. you have face masks on and you’re lounging in pajamas, snacks covering your bed. your parents just went to bed and your best friend decides that now is the perfect time for a dance party. you get up and grab hands, dancing around your room with abandon. you’ve never felt more ridiculous. you’ve never felt more at home.
you stare out of the passenger side window of a beat up car. it’s late at night and you’re driving up the coast with someone you’ve run away with. butterflies rustle in your stomach and despite your drowsiness, sleep evades you. the sound of other cars passing is comforting and although you tingle with anxiety, excitement over what’s to come stirs in your mind.
it’s 1956 and you live in northern california. you’ve just arrived at your high school’s formal prom. the theme is starry night. your outfit is perfect and your date is picturesque. rock n’ roll is the new thing and it’s the life of the party. you never thought your school’s gym could look so beautiful. you lay your hand in your date’s and you dance the night away.
the month of January
the month of February
the month of March
the month of April
the month of May
the month of June
the month of July
the month of August
the month of September
the month of October
the month of November
the month of December
a playlist for every month ((not necessarily curated, more like a random mesh of music))
~~hope you enjoy!~~
If you touch an Angel’s wing and halo at the same time they take a screenshot
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