#emergency numbers

[mapsontheweb]

Emergency Number by Country

[icarus-suraki]

September is International Suicide Prevention Month.

Unfortunately, given current trends on a lot of social media, the word "suicide" has become a Bad Word and people have resorted to using ridiculous newspeak like "sewer slide" and "self-unaliving" to appease the algorithms and the censors.

But this is Tumblr. We can say words like "suicide" here. And I'm going to say it

Suicide Hotline (US): 988

Text-based suicide hotline hotline: 741-741 (Text CONNECT to begin a conversation)

International Suicide Hotlines: Argentina: 54-0223-493-0430 Australia: 13-11-14 Austria: 01-713-3374 Barbados: 429-9999 Belgium: 106 Botswana: 391-1270 Brazil: 21-233-9191 Canada: 1-833-456-4566 (toll free) Canada, French-speaking: 1-866-277-3553 (1-866-APPELLE) Canada, text-based: 45645 (only available 4pm-midnight) *Canada will begin using the 988 hotline number on November 30 2023 China (Mainland): 852-2382-0000 Hong Kong: 2389-2222 Costa Rica: 606-253-5439 Croatia: 01-4833-888 Cyprus: 357-77-77-72-67 Czech Republic: 222-580-697 OR 476-701-908 Denmark: 70-201-201 Egypt: 762-1602 Estonia: 6-558-088 Finland: 040-5032199 France: 01-45-39-4000 Germany: 0800-181-0721 Greece: 1018 Guatemala: 502-234-1239 Holland: 0900-0767 Honduras: 504-237-3623 Hungary: 06-80-820-111 Iceland: 44-0-8457-90-90-90 India Self Harm Hotline: 00 08001006614 India Suicide Helpline: 022-27546669 Israel: 09-8892333 Italy: 06-705-4444 Japan: 3-5286-9090 Latvia: 6722-2922, 2772-2292 Malaysia: 03-756-8144 Singapore: 1-800-221-4444 Mexico: 525-510-2550 Netherlands: 0800 0113 (website: www.113.nl ) New Zealand: 4-473-9739 New Guinea: 675-326-0011 Nicaragua: 505-268-6171 Norway: 47-815-33-300 Philippines: 02-896-9191 Poland: 52-70-000 Portugal: 239-72-10-10 Puerto Rico: 787-763-7575 OR 1-800-981-0023 (toll free) Russia: 8-20-222-82-10 Singapore: 1800-221 4444 Spain: 91-459-00-50 South Africa: 0861-322-322 South Korea: 2-715-8600 Sweden: 031-711-2400 Switzerland: 143 Taiwan: 0800-788-995 Thailand: 02-249-9977 Trinidad and Tobago: 868-645-2800 Ukraine: 0487-327715

These are phone number for people who are at risk for suicide. Not "sewer slide" not "self-unaliving" not "self-exiting." Yes, the idea can be upsetting, but it needs to be confronted under its real name: suicide. These numbers are for suicide prevention and September is International Suicide Prevention Month.

Please update and amend this post as might be needed!

[helalokithor]

For everyone in India:

1. NATIONAL EMERGENCY NUMBER 112

2. POLICE 100 or 112

3. FIRE 101

4. AMBULANCE 102

5. Disaster Management Services 108

6. Women Helpline 1091

7. Women Helpline - ( Domestic Abuse ) 181

8. Air Ambulance 9540161344

9. Aids Helpline 1097

10. Anti Poison ( New Delhi ) 1066 or 011-1066

11. Disaster Management ( N.D.M.A ) :1078, 01126701728

12. EARTHQUAKE / FLOOD / DISASTER ( N.D.R.F Headquaters ) NDRF HELPLINE NO :011-24363260 9711077372

13. Deputy Commissioner Of Police – Missing Child And Women 1094

14. Railway Enquiry 139

15. Senior Citizen Helpline 14567

16. Medical Helpline in Andhra Pradesh, Gujarat,Uttarakhand,Goa,Tamil Nadu,Rajasthan,Karnataka,Assam,Meghalaya, M.P and U.P - 108

17. Railway Accident Emergency Service 1072

18. Road Accident Emergency Service 1073

19. Road Accident Emergency Service On National Highway For Private Operators 1033

20. ORBO Centre, AIIMS (For Donation Of Organ) Delhi 1060

21. Kisan Call Centre 18001801551

22. Relief Commissioner For Natural Calamities 1070

23. Children In Difficult Situation 1098

24. National Poisions Information Centre - AIIMS NEW DELHI ( 24*7 ) 1800116117 , 011-26593677, 26589391

25. Poision Information Centre ( CMC , Vellore ) 18004251213

26. Tourist Helpline 1363 or 1800111363

27. LPG Leak Helpline 1906

28. KIRAN MENTAL HEALTH Helpline 18005990019

29. CYBER CRIME HELPLINE 155620

30. COVID 19 HELPLINE : 011-23978046 OR 1075

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[frothytundra]

We Need a "What Do I Do?" Number

What do you do when you see odd behaviour that goes on for a fairly long time in a public place? It’s not illegal or immoral behaviour. Just odd. There doesn’t seem to be a number to call for that. Last year I wanted to help a woman who had fallen into brambles, but I couldn’t reach her because she was on a hillside, and she swore at me to stay away. In that instance, I called 911 because I…

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[selineram3421]

Hiiii you're the first blog I check every morning and I absolutely LOVE everything you write!!

How about Alastor/Angel Dust/Husker finding the reader after attempting suicide? (If you don't want to thats fine, it can be super triggering, I just want comforttt)

I went aw and then went oh..

Lol but yes, I can do this.

Attempts

Warning! ⚠

⚠ mentions of attempted suicide-drowning/overdose/cutting, descriptive injuries, blood, mental illness mentioned ⚠

Human AU for this one:

Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

Alastor🎙

He had noticed you becoming distant.

For what reason?

That's just the thing. He didn't know.

It did concern him though and he would check up on you from time to time.

But you would just smile and say you were fine. That you just had a hard time falling asleep last night.

There was something that still had him on edge. Something was wrong but you didn't tell him.

He was your friend, your best friend in fact! You could tell him anything...

Right?

Alastor had come to visit, bringing along some of his cooking to help cheer you up.

Time's were getting rough with the economy crashing. And you, his dear friend, lived alone with no immediate family around. It was just you and that cat that would occasionally come by for food.

He stood at the door of your apartment and knocked, waiting for you to open it and greet him.

As he waited, he noticed the claw marks at the bottom of your door, wondering if the stray cat had done it.

How odd.. He thought. They would have opened the door before the little creature could dare scratch up their door.

He knocked again.

But the longer he waited was making him slightly nervous. Tapping his foot until he could no longer stand still, he got the spare key you gave him and opened the door.

Calling out your name, he walked into your apartment and placed the place of food down on the kitchen counter. After closing the door behind him, he walked into the living room.

"Are you home?", he asked, looking around the room, spotting your coat and shoes still out.

They haven't left. Maybe they are asleep?

Something had formed at the pit of his stomach, the feeling of fear and worry cloaking his thoughts. He walked into their room after feeling it grow stronger.

Looking around, he saw that your bed was made and that everything was neat and tidy.

Then he noticed the paper on your dresser.

Walking over, he picked it up and started to read. It was odd, as it addressed whoever happened to pick it up, but then he noticed what it meant.

No no no no no-!

His hands shook and he flinched when hearing a loud splash of water.

Dropping the paper, Alastor ran to the bathroom, barging in. There he saw you in the filled bath tub, soaking wet with clothes and shoes on, gasping for air.

He said your name and rushed over, pulling you out of the tub.

"Darling, talk to me!", he said, grabbing a towel to wrap around your shaking form. "What-"

"I couldn't- I couldn't do it! I couldn't..", they sobbed, turning their head away from him as they sunk down onto the tiled floor. "Why can't I just do it!?"

Not knowing what else to do, he sat down on the floor and hugged them.

"Shh sh, its alright.", he whispered, rocking them back and forth.

They clung onto the back of his shirt, still shaking from their cries.

"Its going to be alright."

Angel Dust🕸

You were his buddy, his pal.

Someone he could tell everything to without having to worry about you running to the cops.

You were the friend that was always by his side, no matter how many times he fucked up.

You would encourage him, praise him, and just be like sunshine. It reminded him of his sister Molly.

He didn't notice when your smiles started to become a mask.

He didn't notice when you started taking drugs from his stash.

Angel had left to pick up some drinks for the both of you. The day was alright and you had asked to hang out for a while.

It was a little weird when you had started to point out every detail, but he had just brushed it off as you being observant.

Maybe it was one of those days when you would just stare at the sky.

When he got back, he couldn't find you in the room.

Weird. He thought and shrugged before sitting down on the couch to wait for you.

Opening up his drink, he went to take a sip before something caught his eye.

It was the vent that hid his secret stash.

Why is that open? No one could have known it was there but you-

His eyes widened and he shot up from the couch and ran around the place yelling out your name.

"Com' on! This isn't funny!", he yelled, opening every door that he came across. "You've nevah had drugs! You don't know how much you can handle!"

He found you on the floor, packs ripped open around you.

"No..", Angel said quietly before repeating it as he rushed over to your side. "Snap out of it!", he yelled out in a panic and shook you by the shoulders.

You were blinking really slow, pupils dilated and shaking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!", he said, picking you up and placing you on a nearby couch. "Stay awake! I'm gonna call a hospital, ok!?"

"Sorry Angel.", you mumbled and lifted your hand to hold his. "I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted to sleep."

"Stay awake. I'll come back in a bit ok? Or let me find a phone with a long enough cord.", he said before running out of the room.

He held back from crying when speaking to the nurse on the phone. Doing his best to explain what was going on.

After the call, he went back to hold your hand until the ambulance came to pick you up.

He had gotten an earful for being late for a job but he didn't care about that. All he could think of was you, hoping you were alright as he worked on autopilot to get the job done.

Damn it. He thought as he paced back and forth. I should have paid more attention to them.

Angel immediately went to visit you after finishing up, rushing down the hallways to get to your hospital room with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

He slammed the door open and found you awake, looking him up and down.

"What the fuck were ya thinking!?", he said as he made his way over to your side. "Best friends don't try to kill themselves before the other one! Best friends die tagethah!"

"I-"

"These are for you.", he said and placed the flowers on the nightstand nearby before sighing. "Why didn't you talk to me?"

Pulling up a chair next to your bed, he sat on it. Taking off his hat to brush his hair back to try and calm himself down.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?", he said looking at you. "I'm here for you, like you are for me. So talk to me."

Husk🃏

Honestly, he didn't know what to think of you at first.

You were just another person on the other side of the bar. Ordering a drink and sitting there for hours.

He knew a sad face, as it was quite common, but yours seemed permanent.

After a while, you became friends.

You weren't annoying and he appreciated your company. Sometimes when it was a slow night, he would show you card tricks.

He didn't know how depressed you actually were.

It had been a long night.

Husk had to serve some annoying assholes but other than that group it was tolerable.

What was odd was that you didn't show up.

They probably have an actual life to get back to. He thought as he cleaned up the bar.

After he locked up, he went out through the alleyway in the back. But as soon as he walked out he saw you leaning against the brick wall covered in blood.

"Oh shit!", he yelled out in shock before rushing to check you over.

He found your wrists slit, still gushing out some blood. Quickly, he ripped the bottom part of his undershirt and tied them around your wrists to try and slow the blood.

"Fucking hell!", he hissed and ran over to the pay phone across the street.

After putting in the coins, he called the nearest hospital and rushed out what was going on.

"I found them a few minutes ago! They are unconscious, but their wrists are still bleeding! I don't fucking know! Just send someone over!"

He got fed up with the person on the phone and slammed the pay phone back to its place. The change clunk down into the machine and he ran out of the booth to take you to the hospital himself.

"Don't you fucking die on me!"

After you were taken by the doctors, Husk sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room, bouncing his leg.

He hasn't beem that worried about someone since-

It's just been a long time.

It wasn't until a few hours later that you woke up. The doctors let him know that he could see you now, and he made his way over to your room.

As soon as he entered, he pointed at you with the grumpiest frown you've ever seen.

"Don't you ever do that shit again."

All you did was smile.

"Thanks Husk."

Then he did something that surprised you.

He hugged you and cried.

"You fucking dumbass.", he grumbled. "Do you know how shitty my night was? Then I find you passed out, covered in blood in the fucking dark."

"I'm sorry Husk.", you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I had a shitty night too. I wasn't thinking right."

Both of you stayed like that for a while.

Something that both of you never talked about was your home life. After this stunt, Husk would make sure to check in on you more.

"You owe me booze."

You laughed and agreed.

This was hard. Sorry for it being so late, but I hope you are doing better now.

~Seline, the person.

ML's for Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk

[suiheisen]

#albert einstein in his babygirl era WHAT? WHERE?

e = mc-utie

[shiftythrifting]

1-800-BIBLE (God’s emergency hotline) on a mug.

Available 24/7!

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! This question came up when I had family visiting, and I am genuinely unsure of how common this is

[technically-human]

“In many ways it was an act of affection by the end. An embrace. A cuddle, even! Ha! Yes, let’s call it a cuddle.”

Needles!

[harboretum]

Good morning 🍊

[see-arcane]

Having just finally listened to the new The Magnus Protocol and getting introduced to Needles the 'What Do You MEAN I'm Not Scary Enough!?' Avatar of Sharp Poking, I have to say right now that I know in my heart of hearts that he must have so many terrible nicknames among the other avatars

"Hey, Pinhead, how goes the phone spam?" <- stings because originally he chose 'Pinhead' on purpose to reference Hellraiser, but absolutely no one got it until he spelled it out and by then the name was ruined

"What's up, Prick?" <- lowest effort, but still goads him into raising a single massive darning needle middle finger in response

"Kebab, can you hold onto this for me?" <- said before having assorted foods speared on him; fruits, sausage, cheeses, etc. Takes forever to pluck everything off. Even worse when someone just ambushes him with a down comforter and pillows

"This you?" <- no name involved, but always a prelude before being shown a picture of a porcupine

Just. There is no way this faintly jingling pile of pointy things has any respect among the rest of the bogeymen in this universe. I love it

[noyzinerd]

Scott: *tripping and accidentally tearing the poster Stiles got signed by Mark Hamill*

Derek: Dear God, what have you done...

Stiles, from downstairs: What was that?

Derek: *shouting down to Stiles* UMM UHH-HEY!!! GEORGE LUCAS JUST SAID THAT HAN DEFLECTED GREEDO'S SHOT USING HIS TRACE AMOUNTS OF MIDI-CHLORIANS!

Stiles: He fUcKiNG WHAT?!??! Stay right there, I'm getting my diagrams!

Derek: *whispering frantically back to Scott* Quick, that'll only buy us 2 hours, tops. That's just enough time for you to make a new copy at Kinko's and forge the signature. Take the Camaro, cut through the alley on Glendale and make sure to get 24x18 poster paper in semi-gloss. SEMI-gloss, you hear me? Not gloss! Ask for Lyle, tell him to put it on my tab.

Scott: How do you know all this?

Derek: Scott, there's no time!

Scott: Okay! But, wait, what about you?

Derek: It's too late for me! Go! Save yourself!

Scott: I'll never forget you.

[toxictoxicities]

Okay another quick question, how tall are your iterators? Like, on average, do you imagine them to be taller, shorter, or about equal size to an average human? And do you have any specific heights in mind for the canon iterators or any OCs?

For now I've got the rough heights for the main 4 (I'm slowly making the reference sheets!)

[vernrot]

Tabitha + Frou-Frou!