I have no idea what I'm doing

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.

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Geralt: Look at him, Yen! I can't just leave him! He'll get eaten alive out there without my protection!

Jaskier, on the other side of the tavern: WhAT did you just SAY about my singing, MOTHERFU-- *throws drink in man's face, vaults over table, starts hitting a dude with his lute*

Geralt, with feeling: he's so FRAGILE

Ciri: *pointing to Jaskier* That’s my other dad.

Ciri: *pointing to Yennefer* That’s my aunt.

“If I died, how much would you miss me?”

It was almost funny how casually she managed to ask such a heavy loaded question. How that was how she had chosen to break the silence that had taken over after six hours of flight — when the urgent kisses and touches had given place to a quiet, steady embrace; her head resting on his chest and their legs intertwined.

Those quiet moment had been strange and blissful. After how hectic the last 72 hours had been… Hope, The Hollow, almost dying. That almost only existing because of the stubborn blonde girl in his arms who refused to let him rescind the promise he had made her all those years ago.

And now there they were — finally, finally — on a plane going to Paris. Escaping everything but the feelings they had tried to escape for the better part of the last two decades.

He tightened his hold on her.

What a strange little question. They had spent years without seeing each other… Perhaps someone who he didn’t know, who didn’t understand the weight of a ‘maybe’ in an immortal’s life would argue that her dying wouldn’t change a thing in his life.

He’s had her in his arms for what? A day? And what was that in the face of all the time he has lived?

Well, somehow, it was everything. Somehow 24 hours with her were so addictive that he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose her.

He knew why she was asking, knew that the thought of him dying had scared her, hurt her more than she could’ve imagined (and the thought of hurting her made his stomach turn on its own, nauseated). She wanted to know if he would feel the same.

“It’s cute,” he said, knowing that she would object to him ever using such word, “how you think that death can get you out of this relationship.”

She tensed for a single second before she pulled back to look at him. The biggest, brightest smile on her face.

“Relationship?” she questioned.

Klaus smiled, too, as he reached to cup her cheek. “Yes. Is that a problem? Would you rather if I chased you around for a few more centuries?”

They both knew he would.

But Caroline shook her head, leaning in to press her lips against his.

“I swore ‘till death do us part’ once. I don’t want to again,” she confessed, looking into his eyes.

He nodded. “We’ll stick to my earlier vow, then. I much prefer it, anyway.”

No plot.

No missions.

Bonus: 2 mins later…