Lifeinapiano - I Don’t Actually Know What Im Doing Here :)

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 talk seems nice. Showing missionary work as a years long friendship where they exhibit genuine care is nice.

I love talking with neurotypical people about my executive dysfunction because I'm like "yeah there's this invisible wall in my head that I'm incapable of getting past no matter what I do and it stops me from doing things" and they're like what the actual fuck

Meanwhile other neurodivergents are like

probably waiting for Padme and Luke at the spaceport or sth ajshdgkasd

BYU Gothic

You know the MARB. You’ve had religion, math, physics, CS classes, and church in the MARB. There are many classrooms. But you only have been to 206. Or was it 207? It doesn’t matter there all the same, and you can’t leave.

You’re free at 11 on Tuesdays. But you can’t do anything. You can’t go to your professor. You can’t go to the Cougar Eat. You must go to the devotional. Wasn’t that a good devotional?

There’s a building on your schedule that you’ve never heard of. You found it on the first day from an online map. After the semester is over, that building doesn’t exist. You ask others about it and no one knows what you’re talking about. 

Everyone wants a ROC pass. You don’t know what a ROC pass is. Everyone asks you if they can borrow a ROC pass. The sports season ended last month, but there’s another game next week. Well parking is going to suck this weekend.

The talmage has 1 floor. It has 2 floors. It has 3 floors. There’s also a basement. There’s only 1 floor.

You see someone new. The chanting begins. What’s your name. Where are you from. What’s your major. What was your name again. What was your name again. 

You want to make friends. Sorry he’s engaged, he can’t give you his number. Someone else asks you out, and yet they get offended because you want to be friends. I can’t hang out with you, I have midterms. Better luck next semester.

You notice the desks were bigger last time. And last class your paper kept falling off. They keep getting smaller. You just decide to keep your computer on your lap. 

There is nowhere you can sit in the testing center where the sun will not be in your eyes at some point during your test. 

There’s one person that has been in more than 3 of your classes before. You don’t know their name but you’ve seen them and have made eye contact multiple times. You will see them again. 

AU WHERE JESS IS ONE OF THE SPECIAL CHILDREN!!! PLEASE!!!!!

walking my turtle

you want to know why salt lake city was founded??? its bcs everywhere else the early saints tried to settle they were violently driven out of. the state of missouri had a fucking death warrant on them and other states were only marginally better. they were assaulted, tarred and feathered, their houses burned down. there's a reason utah exists and it's because ever other fucking state wanted my ancestors DEAD for their religion

sam: *very obviously struggles with bodily autonomy and feeling self control from numerous times where these things were violated*

dean: *tricks sam into saying yes to letting an angel (in which neither of them know at all) possess him, and then doesn’t tell sam about this until it’s too late*

sam: personally, same circumstances, i wouldn’t put you through something that i knew you would hate and that has basically traumatised you in the past just in order to keep you from dying when you were ready to go, just me though

fandom for some reason: can we talk about how disgusting sam is for saying he wants dean dead in a ditch and how he wants dean to feel selfish and miserable and depressed for eternity? he’s so ungrateful, dean saved his life, what an asshole

(meanwhile earlier in the show)

dean: *makes multiple gross comments about teenage girls*

fandom for some reason: fucking love this guy, he could no wrong. just a little puppy

dean punching sam after exorcising him of meg just pisses me off. imagine being disoriented and in pain and instead of comforting you, your brother just rocks your shit for no reason. evil