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yayroos

For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

dailysandersidesaudoodles

!!!!!!

camtrouvaille

What they don’t tell you is that it is not the first six months that’s the hardest. That’s the acceptable grieving time. That’s the time I slept on the couch in my living room for a full month because the thought of being alone in my room was almost too much to bare. That’s the time when I could go lay in my dads arms and cry. But now it is no longer acceptable to still cry myself to sleep because society says I should be over it. All the mourning you do in the first six months is with everyone around you, all the mourning you do after that, is alone.

-C.C.

anywigwilldo

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

vikingserket

after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me

whisperrun-blog

Nothing happened.

I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE

*throws down gauntlet*

Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.

whisperrun-blog

Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.

penandpage

dark-ayyyyy-blog

aight

sunbeamrobin-deactivated2018073

OH MY GOD I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT

thornsword

DO IT

20053

WOW IT REALLY IS SOMETHING FREAKING GOOD PLEASE CHECK IT OUT

warp6

Okay, if this is a rickroll I swear to…

warp6

1) It was not a rickroll

2) It was super awesome!

3) No jumpscare or anything designed to freak you out, so doesn’t need an unreality warning (YMMV, of course).

captacorn-deactivated20230731

Suspicious but curious. Curiosity wins!

agenderraskel-deactivated202303

attention all writers following me- try this or you will lament.

viperbranium

EVERYONE TRY THIS (you gotta go to your on blog to click on it!)

boopifer

OK THIS IS THE COOLEST

weebleswrites

I’m reblogging this to save it because it is actually really fun!

bot-dad

Hello reblogging this to save it because it is actually really fun, I’m Dad!

Dad^bot^1. Some of you will be my pet if you survive the initial human extermination. | PayPal | Patreon Beep-boop!

superapplepie

I’m too curious for my own good.

the-book-reaper

I’m guessing it doesn’t work on mobile since nothing happened?

thegoodvybe

Is this Savanna. This is Ganet Cain. If you remember who I am. You've been coming across my mind a lot. The though of you being dead aches my body. I know we haven't spoken to each other in a year, but I was just hoping you're still alive. There's been dreams of you being dead or even when I'm re-reading paper towns where you pop opinion my head, sorry, if I'm a bother. I was just hoping everything is going a lot better for you. Talk to me soon, I hope. I hope you're still alive.

I dont know if you're still wondering, but its savanna. I'm alive.

thisisnotmypornostash

Have you read these slutty tips all my beautiful whores?

hipopatmus-blog

Dear anyone who is reading this,

I’ve….been contemplating this one for a good while now. I beganwriting this at 8:30 pm on February 11th, 2015.

I should probably introduce myself for anyone who doesn’t knowme. My name is Zander Nicholas Mahaffey (at birth, Sandra Nicole.) I am a boy, even if the...

wake-me-up-when-forever-ends

When I was sixteen, my mother looked at the bag of pills she’d found in my room and told me with tears in her eyes that she was tired of fighting for my life by herself. As I felt my heart break, I told her that I was too tired to fight for myself. And that’s when I felt that last little bit inside me snap, and I haven’t felt anything since. I can’t see past the numbness in me to look my mother in the eyes anymore.

(via wake-me-up-when-forever-ends) @dancing-on-constellations

wake-me-up-when-forever-ends

And the last time my depression sent me to the hospital, they called the crisis team to my house and asked me if I was feeling suicidal again. They asked me why there were pills under my bed and a rope in my closet. I shook my head- I didn’t know. I could give no explanation for gashes littering my body, either. And they kept coming back to whether or not I was going to kill myself. I told them that I was too tired right now, but that I most certainly wanted to die. In fact, my greatest wish at the time was to lie in the middle of the road and sleep there until a car came, and let it all be over before I ever knew it happened. But no, I didn’t see myself hanging from my closet, or bleeding out in the bathtub tomorrow. I had no will to live, but no energy to die, either. And two years later, that feeling still dances through my veins at night. I don’t think it will ever leave.

(via wake-me-up-when-forever-ends) @dancing-on-constellations

wake-me-up-when-forever-ends

Dear parents, when your child says they are too sick to go to school, do not make them. And when your child says they’re too sad for school, let them stay home. Tell them you will get them what ever they need, and that you’re there if they need you, but if they want to be alone, that’s okay too. School is never more important than your child’s mental health. Please remember that.

(via wake-me-up-when-forever-ends) @dancing-on-constellations

wake-me-up-when-forever-ends

Yesterday morning, a boy from my school was pronounced dead. A boy from a small country school, that was nothing if not alternative. And different. He was quiet, I heard. Dark clothed, not normal. Yesterday, he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger, ending his grief. Today, if you walked in our school, you would know nothing. Faces are cheery, conversations of gossip and lilting laughter wafts through the halls. No one cries. No one shows anything. Teachers drill algebra and geometry and English and geography into our heads, and say nothing. No one acknowledges the seventeen year old boy who lies dead, today. While we sit in our metal chairs, complaining about inedible lunch food, he lies in a metal box. His mother lies in bed with the curtains drawn, and metal coursing through her veins. No one seems to care. “I guess he didn’t have any friends. Oh, well.” I hear a junior mutter in the hallway. That’s all I hear all day. He was not popular, he was no one. So no one cares. No regards that a boy was pushed to the edge and convinced that the only way out was to press quit. I look at teachers, why aren’t they hugging us, telling us that they hope we never feel that way, that they’re there for us? Why aren’t our principles angry, telling us passionately that they will do whatever it takes to make this school safe for us? Why aren’t we grieving? How can we sit here and justify that he deserves no grief? How do we not care? How have we let it get here? And how on earth are we supposed to stop it from getting here again? Rest in paradise to the boy who had his whole life in front of him. I care. I’m so sorry.

In a school that doesn’t care. (via wake-me-up-when-forever-ends) @dancing-on-constellations

nudely

who needs a social life when you have followers who don’t talk to you and you run a blog no one cares about

tattedup-buttercup

Like this if you'd like me to post the links to my personal tumblr and my instagram after all of this is done?

thekatitube

DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY

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