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If you’re a minor and you’re being attacked, bullied, harassed, or whatever, especially by users (Since all you can really do is block anons), tumblr has a specific page to report that behavior.

Bullying minors is against tumblr’s terms of service. So is posting anything relating to minors that is sexually suggestive or violent. It’s very specific langauge: It doesn’t have to be explicitly depicting a minor, it has to be relating to minors. If it’s sexual or violent and relates to minors, it is against tumblr’s terms of service.

Tumblr is actually pretty good at responding to these complaints (Which might be surprising since tumblr staff and non-responsiveness go together like nothing else). I’ve reported issues in the past and seen the posts with the problem removed in under forty-eight hours

But really, if you’re a minor and there is someone who is bothering you, you can report them for doing that.

This is the specific language from Tumblr’s terms of service/community guidelines (As of 2016-06-23):

What Tumblr is not for:

Harm to Minors. Be thoughtful when posting anything involving a minor. Don’t post or solicit anything relating to minors that is sexually suggestive or violent. Don’t bully minors, even if you are one. Being a teenager is complicated enough without the anxiety, sadness, and isolation caused by bullying.

And this is where you can report that behavior: https://www.tumblr.com/abuse/minors

I’m making a new post since nobody seems to be donating at all. Uh. My paycheck bounced, I have to pay rent, job stuff is shitty right now. I do tarot readings and also I do art, but I cannot pay anything right now. My power bill is past due but I have no way to pay for it. My rent is due at the end of the month and I don’t know how I’m going to pay for it. When we run out of toilet paper I don’t know how to buy more. We’re in need of a grocery trip but we cannot pay for it. Nobody has really donated and I just survived 3 months of bad abuse. My mental health is on the fritz but I cannot stop working, and despite how much I’ve been working with my paycheck bounced I cannot afford anything. 

These are my accounts right now:

Every day I cannot help but just sob because I’m so scared I’m not going to get through the end of this month, and I have nowhere to go–if I become homeless I will die because my body cannot survive the weather of night as I am disabled.

YOU THINK IM JOKING?

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