This mun defends all friends/fellow bloggers. If I see a bully anon I am inclined to say something to refute the cruel words.
Do not tell people to kill themselves
Do not make light of another’s issues
Do not tell someone they are a horrible writer
Do not tell someone they are worthless
Do not tell someone to leave Tumblr
Do not tell someone to leave a fandom
Do not bully.
Unfollow is always an option if you dislike how someone runs their blog/what they post. There is no reason to be a douchebag about it. Simply click the button and leave them be. There is a difference in constructive criticism and flat-out cruelty. Choose words carefully, as they are very powerful tools.
Thank you for reading this, and even more if you also follow these principles.
((If any of y’all are being bullied im pretty much always here do feel free to talk to me and I will get involved if possible))
(Loads shotgun, and grabs a sword)
Ye. Don’t hurt my friend’s. They beautiful, and if you do, I will shank you.
Sebastian hated when people got too close to his little run down home hidden in the so called cursed woods. He hated trying to get people to leave even more. But for now he stayed just out of sight, watching curiously. It wasn’t often people came without some sort of big gun to kill the rumored beast of the woods. The fact that people really thought he would kills humans was absurd; he’d never been tied to a demon so that was very unlikely and even then, he’d been back in human form for only a few years. Eventually he got tired of watching and moved to make himself. “Why are you here?” he demanded. “You lost?”
“Are you leaving again so soon?” May peeked her head into Peter’s room and sighed when she saw him packing. “You’ve only been home for a few days! What are you doing out there in the woods, building a house?”
“I wish.” Peter smiled up at her from the floor. “As much time as I’ve spent out there, a roof over my head would be nice.”
“What are you–” May hesitated, then closed the door and crossed the room to kneel next to him. “Peter, what are you doing out there? At first you said you were just hiking, then it was camping, then it was exploring and now you don’t even tell me that. You come home whenever you want and then are racing back off as soon as you can– I know you aren’t comfortable in the village during mating season, but that ended almost six weeks ago and you are still leaving all the time. What are you doing out there?”
“You uh–” Peter took a deep breath. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Try me!” she challenged, raising her eyebrows. “You’ve been my boy since you were seven, there isn’t anything you could say that would shock me, Peter. Go on. Tell me the truth.”
Wbile I try to make it through with no real day off. My body a hes all over from the couch at the hospital and the Wi-Fi is iffy at best and I’m barely sleeping cuz ita hard to get comfortable, so I’m very bleh
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“It’s fine. I don’t mind helping, you know? Besides, it could be worse. All we have to do is pretend to be married when people are around. The rest of the time? We can ignore each other. Depending on where we stay, my place is big enough we probably will only bump into each other around dinner time.” Seth shrugged as he sat down. “What’s scaring you?”
Ana watched him for a moment, dark eyes vulnerable. “Seth…I hate that you have to give up your life for this.” She frowned as he sat next to her, staring at her hands. “That’s what it is, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to ignore me. I know I’m probably the last person anyone would want to marry, but I’d still like to try and be friends.” She was quiet for a long moment after his question, hands wringing a little. “I’m scared this will be for nothing. And that thought…terrifies me.”
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