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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

Please don't scroll past this. Reblog!

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.

@little-doggy-girl-collar I hate you

I like Derek Morgan

Good for you. You should tell me about him because alfie wants a deanxderek fic.

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I was up until midnight last night because I had an idea for a poem about monsters.

Monsters. Of all the things to keep me awake.

Anyway have my midnight musings I guess:

I never had time to fear the monsters in the dark

In the shadows

The corners

Under the beds

Or in the cupboards.

Not when there were so many

That prowled during the day

With smiles on their too tight lips

That don't quite reach their eyes

And grips on my slight wrists

That "don't hurt" but bruise

And hollow promises slipping

From their tongues, poisoned with lies.

I was never afraid of the monsters in the dark,

How bad could they be?

When I had learned to live with the ones

Who like to pretend they were everything

Good about this Earth.

The ones who bathed in sunlight

Like it could hide their nature

In a golden glow.

But look close enough and you'll see

Shadows in their eyes that only exist for me.

Just so you know this was written at midnight so you be kind to it please, I'm also not a poet in any respect and normally can hardly string two words together, but whatever it is about the magic of that time when no one else is awake prompted this. So enjoy it I guess.

And who knows maybe I'll put up some of my other angsty poems.

That's all, take care of yourselves, drink some water maybe open a window get some fresh air and have a good day/night wherever you are.

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Day 1 of writing something everyday:

There's a knock on the door, the wizard stands, one hand on his wife's arm the other slightly behind him, reaching for a vial half full of a blue tinted liquid. When he got to the door, his heart stopped.

The Demon.

He hadn't thought. It had been so long, since he'd made the decision to bargain with one of hell's finest.

He opened the door, taking a single breath and standing up as straight as he could.

"Ah, Damien. How lovely to see you again. I hope this isn't a bad time." The Demon smiled. All teeth.

"No, no. It's fine. You're here for the child I suppose?"

At that, Damien heard a noise from behind him, his wife had stood and started walking to the door, waving him off when he reached out a hand to steady her.

"Wait. You sold your firstborn? To this?" She frowned, creases collecting on her brow as she considered something.

"I take full offense to that my dear Emily." This from the demon, whose eyes had not once left the child since it had come into view. "If you don't mind, I'm quite busy. Chaos and strife, you know. So I'll just take the baby and go. Yes?"

"No." This voice was new. Damien didn't recognise it but clearly Emily did. Her face darkened.

"Ash." Her voice was little more than a whisper, yet it carried on some invisible breeze. Ash smiled, a soft thing. Warm and enticing though Damien got the idea that those weren't two traits typically associated with Ash.

"Little Warlock." They greeted. "How much you've grown! And look, your firstborn. Exactly as I'm owed. So if you would please, child."

Damien stood for a moment, then before even the birds could chirp in the trees, "We both sold our firstborns. To different people."

Emily nodded. Ash looked at the demon. The demon looked at Ash. They both sighed.

"Well. Which bargain was made first? That should decide who gets the firstborn. The other will have to wait for the secondborn." This was put forward by Ash. The demon grumbled but offered no complaints.

"June 3rd 1998, 12:45:34" Emily and Damien looked at each other, they had both made the same bargain, at the exact same time.

"Right. Well that's just fantastic isn't it? What do you have to say to this then, Ash? Any more clever little ideas from you?" The demon turned to face Ash, hands on hips, hair slipping loose from the intricate braid it had previously been in.

"Do be quiet, Alice. You'll strain your voice. Then what will we do. No more chaos and strife for you." Ash sniped back, "I suppose we'll just. Have to. Share." Ash grimaced as though they had been asked to live with a drakon, who quite famously did not get on with faeries, instead of having shared custody of a child with a demon.

Alice froze, further arguments falling silent on their lips like charred, withering leaves slowly crumbling in the blaze burning in her eyes. Then she turned. "Can I see it?"

Emily stepped forward holding the baby out for Alice to see. It was strange. The baby. In that it hadn't once cried. Just sat there. Staring. Watching. As if it already knew everything that had and would ever happen. As if it already knew that the people who had brought it into this world, were not the ones it would grow to care for. As if it already knew that its fate was predetermined, had been for years before its birth.

Ash stepped up, quiet awe etched over their features. They only looked up again when Alice spoke.

"Maybe that wouldn't be too bad."

"Yeah. Maybe."

Damien looked at Emily, who raised an eyebrow back. He turned to the two beings in his garden. "Well then. Payment fulfilled." Emily handed Alice the baby and the two of them turned back to their house.

Before they could go, however, Ash's soft voice reached them. "What's its name?"

Damien looked to Emily. Emily looked to Damien.

"She's called Eve." Emily smiled and took Damien by the hand leading into the house. Leaving, Alice and Ash to take their new baby home, while the two of them settled into their seats and watched Sasha, their secondborn twin, play with the faerie and the demon and the baby toys she had in front of her in an eery mimic of the scene still frozen through the windows.

Have a good day/night wherever you are and look after yourselves. Drink some water, maybe get some sleep or some fresh air if you can. See you next time xx.

A male wizard sells his future firstborn for knowledge to a demon. A female warlock sells her future firstborn to the fae for power. The two of them have a child together, and now the fae and demon have come to collect.

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Hey, everyone sorry I haven't posted anything in a while but I really just needed to take a break from everything. I'm back now and my brain is overflowing with ideas and inspiration so hopefully I'll start posting regularly now. Thank you for being patient with me hope you all have a good day/night xx

Hello people of the world

I am martha and I am going to teach you how to write

Step 1) don't write smut

Step 2) don't write offensive slurs

Step 3) don't fall prey to stereotypes

Step 4) don't make it...

Predictable

See, you weren't expecting that font

This is an example of excellent writing, which concludes step 5)

5) use great fonts

6) do good grammer and donot speel stuuf wtong

7) don't do 7 steps

8) be creative UwU

9) don't use UwU

10) follow my advice and my account

Yes this is my account now han 😁

Thank you for reading i hope this makes you guys pro writers