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Update.

I’m sorry if this next post gets clustered and messy but I’m literally crying as I type this. So as some of you know, on Monday night (September 14), I had been working on my blog for most of the day and was running on little sleep and I was trying to delete one of my sideblogs in a rushed manner and I deleted my whole writing blog (sdarlingrps). And after having an anxiety attack and completely freaking out, I was talking to my friend Hannah about what happened and she put me in a skype chat with her friend who once had the same problem as me. She told me exactly what to do in great detail- to email Tumblr Support as soon as possible, be polite and explain what happened. And that’s exactly what i did. About 45 minutes after deleting my blog I sent an email to Tumblr Support. My initial email was short- I told them my name, my issue and the url I had. I asked that if it was possible for them to also restore my sideblogs, but it was okay if they couldn’t. After sending it I went to bed to try and calm down and by the following morning, they had replied.

The response pretty much said “we’re sorry but we can’t restore deleted accounts. We recommend you start over. If you have any questions, email us!” So i did. I (very politely) thanks them for their time but explained that I got direct advice from someone who had this problem fixed for them and had even briefly talked to others who had this problem fixed for them. This email was still pretty short, but longer than the first email. I thanked them twice, explained why I still had questions and then explained that I didn’t mean to be disrespectful in any way but why could this problem be fixed for others and not me?

I never got a reply. I waited 48 hours and never got one. I figured since they answered the first email pretty quickly, this most likely meant I was being ignored. So I emailed them again (This was about 30 minutes ago). This email was the same length as the prior one and I pretty much just explained that I put a lot of time and effort into my blog and would appreciate some kind of response to my questions. I pointed out that I wasn’t blaming them because it was me who deleted the blog but that if others had a second chance, why couldn’t I have one? I explained that it felt like I was being ignored and brushed aside.

Fifteen minutes later (Keep in mind this is after being ignored for 48 hours), I get a one sentence reply that just says “Hello, sorry but what you’ve asked isn’t supported at this time.” And this was my breaking pint quite honestly. In the other email they sent me, they apologized for my losing my blog two different times and seemed to actually be sorry. Now it just sounded like they didn’t even read my email and were again brushing me aside.

So I emailed back and thanked them (again) but asked if there was any sort explanation as to why my previous email was clearly ignored or why this problem can’t be fixed at the moment. I apologized if I was coming across as difficult and said I would understand that it couldn’t be fixed if I just got an explanation.

The response (word for word) “Hello,We're really sorry, but we're unable to restore deleted accounts.Thanks, [Doug]”

Again my questions were completely ignored. My blog had thousands of posts on it. I had it for over a year and it was filled with character development, organized inspiration posts, aesthetics posts, gif hunts, and even organized tags for non-rp plots that I’ve been developing. Now it’s all gone and TUmblr Support doesn’t seem to care. What are you supporting if you won’t even explain to me why you can’t fix something that you’ve fixed before? I’m sitting here shaking and crying because my blog is gone and it’s my fault. But a little help would’ve been nice.

#not even putting it under read more #I don't have any followers anyway :)#:))))))#shannon talks #sdarlingrps

Ok but to the anons saying that since Brenda wasn't involved that she shouldn't be talking out about it- Someone did something wrong and it should be brought to people's attention.

Yes! This ^^^^

#northoakrp #rpc #rph #sdarlingrps

Honestly good for you for bringing light to that rp. Roleplaying is supposed to be fun and should never be so toxic!!! 🔥🔥🔥

Thank you so much for supporting me! I agree rping is supposed to be fun and it’s just really fucking sad when someone turns something fun into something people regret doing.

#northoakrp #thank u it really means a lot babes #sdarlingrps

(roleplayer meme!) 5-20 :)

your favorite original-verse oc (or one of your favorites): i’ve only been in one oc-rp, so i guess this’ll have to be my troian bellisario fc, lennon hark!your favorite fandom oc (or one of your favorites): already answered!your favorite oc who isn’t yours (or one of your favorites): already answered!your favorite fandom character to have played: hands down marley rose. i love playing her so much. outside of the glee fandom though, i love playing spencer hastings & also lydia martin.a fandom character who you would really like to play: hanna marin !!a fandom character who you would like to interact with: i’d love a proper allydia ship tbh. so allison argent.an rpg that meant a lot to you: beaconhills-gleerp and knightscollegean rpg that you’re excited about: none really?? i mean i lurk the tags and stuff but yeah none??an rpg that you’d like to create: i kind already have one made but i hate admining so yeah noyour favorite rp friendship: like, ooc friendship? bcos i love harleenqujnzel with all my heart yoyour favorite rp otp: mashley. my ship with hendrixrps from knightsyour favorite rp notp: i’m not a klaine / crisscolfer shipper, sorryyour favorite rp family relationship: already answered!your favorite rp universe/world: glee / teen wolf crossoversyour favorite non-playable character: uh, idk???your first rp character: artie abrams as a fandon character, emily taylor (holland roden fc) as an oc.

#answered #sdarlingrps

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Only the Good Die Young | Billy Joel

The stained-glass curtain you’re hiding behindNever lets in the sunDarling, only the good die young

#about me #sdarlingrps #thx bae!

[stanna!] “Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza.” || “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” || “I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Possibly for a long time.” || “I don’t see anything wrong with a shotgun Vegas wedding.”

“Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza.”

Hanna couldn’t help bu laugh at Stiles’ answer to her question and what he wanted to do for the rest of the night. It was typical and she probably should have expected an answer like this out of him by now, but she couldn’t help but to be caught off guard a little bit each time. Curling into him just a little bit more under the blankets on the couch, the blonde kept her head on his shoulder while she tilted her chin up towards him. “Well, why don’t you make up your mind and then tell me. I mean we can have both–just not at the same time.”

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Hearing Stiles speak has never sounded more painful than it did when he uttered the sentence Hanna was afraid to hear. It was like her heart was ripping open old wounds that just finished healing while the shock of it nearly knocked the wind out of her. Standing there with the distance growing between them in the sense that she could already feel him slipping away from her, the blonde looked down at the floor and shook her head. What was there left for her to do? She couldn’t fight his words and make him change his mind, it was impossible to get anything through to him when he was like this, but somehow in that moment of feeling terrified for what was about to happen, the blonde found a start to the backbone she never really had. “You need to think about what you just said.” The blonde uttered out quietly as emotions took over her voice while she slowly brought her tear filled eyes back to him. “If you walk out that door right now– I–I can promise you that you’re not coming back in..”

“I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Possibly for a long time.”

“Stiles, you can’t just go around and take this shit. It’s not yours–it’s not even ours, but that’s besides the point.” Hanna said, grabbed the small journal out of his hands as she felt her stomach tie itself into knots. Inside that journal were a bunch of stories Alison wrote about each girl, just changing names, locations and some context as to what was being said in them so that no one would catch on if they saw. Fortunately, the girls knew Ali enough where they could catch on to what was being said and when it was Hanna’s turn, she found some pretty terrible stories of herself in there and wanted no one else to read them including the one time she made it to a few bases with Aria’s little brother Mike before Ali walked in on them one night. Now with the slight chance that Stile could have read all of what was in there and put pieces of it together only made her more paranoid. “Don’t touch anything anymore! What else did you so called borrowed, more evidence from either A or Ali that we put of necks out on the line for and are at the risk of even having!?”

“I don’t see anything wrong with a shotgun Vegas wedding.”

Hanna shook her head and rolled her eyes at Stiles. Maybe trying to plan out their spring break wasn’t the easiest of things, especially since Stiles overheard someone talking about their parent’s getting their vows renewed in Vegas by someone in Star Wars. Looking back down at her laptop, the blonde scrolled around some more as she spoke. “You do realize that a shotgun wedding is basically you being forced to marry me because you knocked me up, right? I’d like you think that you would want to marry me when we were ready and not trying to avoid embarrassment or anything.” Hanna glanced back up at Stiles before she nudged his arm with hers. “And before you ask, we’re not getting married by any character from Star Wars or any character from anything.”

#sdarlingrps #s:stanna

[sperek!] “Why didn’t you wait for me?” || “We could always just run away.” || “Are you trying to hold my hand?” || “What a fake smile.”

“Why didn’t you wait for me?”

“Because all I ever do is wait for you, Derek!” Spencer snapped back at Derek. As soon as the words left her mouth she regretting them almost immediately, but as much as she wanted to take them back, it was true. Their whole relationship was constantly waiting for Derek to come around not only in their relationship aspect, but also literally in the sense that he was always leaving her behind; always picking up and leaving the town, even the country like it wasn’t a big deal at all. Sighing, Spencer glanced down to floor to try to give him another answer to his question. “We couldn’t wait anymore, Derek. Emily needed us and we helped her the best that we could and that’s all that should matter. You don’t always have to save the day with your powers and show up at the last minute to look like the hero–we did perfectly fine without you this time around.”

“We could always just run away.”

As the two were tangled up in Derek’s bed sheets, listening to the rain fall harder and harder against the windows to his loft, Spencer couldn’t help but smile. Maybe this moment wasn’t being brought on by the best of terms, seeing that Spencer stormed out of her parents house due to Melissa being home and running the show once again, but she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Tilting her head up to glance at Derek, she saw him pulling his hand away from her hair he was previously playing with and gave him a look as if she suggested for him not to stop. “We?” she asked quietly, as she looked into his tired eyes. “You’re going to take me with you this time?”

“Are you trying to hold my hand?”

“What?” Spencer asked, peeling her off of the scene happening in front of her and looking back to Derek. Though she’s been involved in the supernatural world only for a few months but read all about it, it was still a shock to see what exactly happened and what the aftermath of a battle looked like. As the two stood there, Derek smirked and glanced down at her hand in his, hoping her eyes would follow suit. Upon looking down and seeing that her instinct reaction to all of this was to grab Derek’s hand to gain some sense of protection, the brunette blushed slightly and quickly took her hand back from his. “I–I’m sorry.” She mumbled to herself, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“What a fake smile.”

“Alright, you get on the scholastic team with Mona and smile about it, then. You think I wanted to get my picture taken for this club–let alone the other ten I was in.” Spencer said, taking back her year book from Derek’s hands and closing it. Tossing it back on the table, the let out a sigh and her cold hands ran over her face. It was a mystery as to why she even got a yearbook in the first place; High school was nothing but terrible for the brunette and with her senior year being divided up between getting arrested and charged for murder only to be kidnapped by A, it was nothing she needed to remember. it wasn’t like she even had anything to remember from her time there. “Can we just burn this please?”

#i miss these babes #sdarlingrps #otp: just say the word