I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.
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.
This is amazing! You wrote the emotions soooo well!! I'm so excited to read the next one, please keep me in the taglist.
Show: JaTP
Pairing: ghost!Luke Patterson x Molinaxreader; Julie Molina x cousin!reader
Summary: After playing the Orpheum and being saved by Julie from Caleb’s curse, Luke looks for Y/n, determined to tell her how he feels, but he wasn’t expecting to find her in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.
Words: 3,7k
Warnings: mentions of car accident; drunk driving (please, never drive while intoxicated); blood
Author’s notes: Y/n is Julie’s cousin, on her father’s side. She can see the boys, like Julie, but due to unfortunate events, Y/n doesn’t know she can now touch the boys as well. Also, I used the song Heart Like Yours from the If I Stay movie. This imagine is also inspired from the movie. Also, I may or may not have planned a second part for this imagine.
Los Angeles, 2020
The day after playing the Orpheum was anything but what Luke expected. He wanted to celebrate with Julie, Alex and Reggie, but most importantly, he wanted Y/n to be here. Except she wasn’t, and he had been looking for her all morning until Julie eventually came to the studio with the bad news.
Y/n had gotten in an accident on her way back home from the Orpheum after Julie and the Phantoms’ performance. Her car had been hit by a drunk driver speeding down the opposite lane, his vehicle diverting onto Y/n’s lane before the collision. It had sent Y/n flying in the driver’s seat, hitting her head badly against the dashboard whilst the windshield shattered when her car rolled over on the hood, sending shards of glass everywhere.
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my blog is, and always will be, a safe place for people who are not confident in their english speaking abilities. you will never be judged or mocked here.
This is so amazing!!!!
Ok so I made Jatp poem
Don’t repost unless you give me credit
I’m nervous be nice
And here we go
Seventeen Years Old
Soft floppy brown hair. Sleeveless tees. Large sunny smile. Passionate words. Scribbled lyrics in the margins of his beat-up notebook.
Seventeen years old, grabbing his guitar and biking away from home.
Crooked teeth. Flannel button-ups tied around his waist. Punny jokes. Hands that have covered his ears, as well as strummed his guitar.
Seventeen years old and pointedly ignoring the screaming downstairs.
Anxious pacing. Sarcastic quips. Thick blond hair. Wide open-mouthed smile. Tapping out beats on the table.
Seventeen years old and wishing he hadn’t told his parents his secret.
Warm hugs. Crying that turns to laughter. Yelling out lyrics and jumping to the beat. Comfort when they need it most.
Seventeen years old and becoming a family when their own could not suffice.
Excitement, passion, and sound filling the room. Knowing their life is about to change forever. One last shitty meal before stardom.
Seventeen years old and dead before they could make a difference.
Ohhh! This is sooooo good!!
hello again!! i hope ur having a good day!
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“A few months ago, we had to fight some evil spirits from taking over the world.”
“Asami’s talking about it lightly,” Bolin said as he dabbed food away from his mouth with a napkin. “We almost died! There were big spirit monsters, and little spirit monsters, and Korra was all, “I’m the Avatar!” and then she was all, “I’m not the Avatar!” But then she turned into a giant and defeated the big spirit monster that I like to call, Unavaatu.” (Y/N) nodded along as Bolin explained.
“Spirit World dangerous,” She said once he had finished. “Got it.”
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summary: reader gets out of thanksgiving
warnings: none
word count: 452
a/n: heres a tiny fix-it fic for my fucking life. written while hiding from family members, bon appetit
Douxie was re-shelving some books that a customer brought downstairs and then didn’t buy. He could hear you pick up the phone and start a conversation down at the counter.
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This is amazing, it's such a great idea!
Summary: The story of Sunset Curve if someone had been able to stop them from the fatal street dogs. A rock and roll family legacy, the reader meets Luke at a concert where he decides she is his endgame, this is a story of their life together.
Warning: Swearing, fluff, female!reader, do street dogs count now??
Words: 3.0k
Requested: By @beautifulblogsblog . The request was detailed so this request with be 5 parts and shorter since I have no clue where 3.0k came from?! Enjoy.
A/N: Interesting fact about the stand where the guys get the streets dogs is the name of shady business is a play on words. Say the name fast and you’ll catch on.
Los Angeles, Early 1990s
Sunset Curve started as a fun little project for a group of four teenagers from all walks of life and different stories. It came about when a kind blonde boy was trying to find a socially acceptable way to hang out with someone he was currently seeing. It worked because Alex had learnt drumming as a way to work his frustrations out, he didn’t feel like he could punch someone, so boxing was a no go. Luke, the guy he was seeing, had received a guitar from his parents and self-taught himself how to play. The Patterson parents believed it would be a phase and he’d get serious about education.
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Thank you for the tag @blixeon!!I
(Credit to whoever took these lovely pictures)
most of y'all have probably already been tagged, sorry, feel free to ignore this :) @miss-melinna @alovesongshewrote @daydream-believin @wazzuppy @furblrwurblr and anyone else who's like to join!
I was tagged by my dear friend @dreamsarelikedragonflies for the Moodboard Game:
rules: google/search your name & your favourite color & the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and voila you have your aesthetic moodboard! then tag your friends to join!
Fairly accurate, though I have no idea what the staircase is supposed to represent lol.
No pressure tags: @poetryinmotion-author, @plainrea (you might have already done this one? I can’t remember exactly so I’m tagging you just to be safe lol), @a-s-levynn, @isawhisperer, @dahliycia, and anybody else who wants to jump in–make sure you @ me. ✨
To prove something to a friend, please REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
If you can’t reblog this, unfollow me now.
I write Imagines, please check 'em out @writings-of-a-daphodil But here I just reblog stuff
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