#Asking for help

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism & Asking for Help

Lil Penguin Studios/Autism Happy Place

[forged-in-kaoss]

What can you do when you can't even pull yourself out of the water? NOTHING! THAT'S WHY I NEED HELP! I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE SWORDS, YOU BASTARD. I can't navigate. I can't cook. I can't lie, either. I'm confident that I can't live without help!

[syntheticcharmva]

I and my family are facing a crisis I never saw coming. My father has turned his back on us, and I'm terrified of what's next. I still need to escape this situation. Please, if you can, share or donate. Every bit helps even just a dollar, if enough people see, it adds up. I hope you can forgive me the near spam posting... but this stuff usually only succeeds if you're persistant about it, and whilte I look for every possible way to do it on my own, I really have to reach out to the community. Thanks to you all we got 6 percent of the goal

In 2 days, that's wild... from the bottom of my heart this means so much. but I really hope we can get out of this awful position we were so suddenly put in. 10k and 20k are gonna be a big help if we hopefully reach that far, but I know 30k will make it so we can actually leave this awful situation safe and sound without massive sacrifices. we've got pets we care for deeply, they're family, and he doesn't even consider that... this man has never cared for us though he claims otherwise, and now threatens us with pulling the one supportive thing he agreed to supply from under us at a pivitol moment in all our lives. I'm sad, angery, depressed, and oh so very tired... I'm sorry for the ramble, but I have been unable to sleep the past few nights because of the anxiety this has caused within me. I want to thank you all again for sharing, for donating, even just the well wishes helps a lot. you have all been wonderful, and I can't thank you enough. This has eased at least some of the immediate fear, but we're still a long way off from safety.

[optimysticals]

TL:DR - Our van was stolen again. She's been found, but we need financial help to get her fixed and home from California. Links to help at the end.

Hi friends.

We're sharing this because 2025 is making it clear that we need help.

This last weekend Adrian was in L.A. for Gallifrey One, and on the way to the show Sunday morning he and his helper planned on stopping by our van.

Only, our van, the Iris, wasn't there.

The Iris has been stolen twice before, during the 3 years she was also our home, so Adrian immediately went into a panicked trauma spiral.

His amazing friends at the convention stepped in. His helper and another friend opened the booth while he talked to hotel security confirming the van was removed from the closed lot at about 3am.

They continued to run the booth while he went across town to the closest police station to file a police report (because you can't do it over the phone). Since the van was registered to Mikka he had to video call so the officer could confirm Adrian was allowed to have been driving it and could file the police report. There was also the fun of California not being able to access Oregon's DMV information.

Intermittently during the filing process Adrian was able to secure a rental van so that when the convention ended we had somewhere to put all our stock and displays, and a way to get home. It came out to $1750.

Adrian's friend went to get the rental after he got back from the police station.

Word had gone around the vendors and our booth neighbor took up a collection. We often say Gally is family, and this was absolute proof of that fact. The collection took a chunk out of the rental cost and really made it feel less hopeless.

The Monday plan was to start driving back to Portland, and when they got home then planning could start for how to get our booth to ECCC.

Shortly before Adrian stopped for the night Mikka got the call from the LAPD that the Iris had been recovered, and impounded.

So now while Adrian finishes driving home we are coordinating a mechanic to fix at minimum the door lock and ignition that had both been drilled out, but also possibly other damage that we won't know until the mechanic can get to it.

The mechanic can't get to it till Thursday, which means we have to pay impound fees for 4 days, plus the tow to the impound lot, and the tow to the mechanic. The estimate for that portion is $500-600.

Assuming the Iris isn't horribly damaged the repairs should be done by Monday. We can get Mikka a flight down to LAX for between $50-$250, depending on what's available when we book it (we don't want to book until the mechanic has looked at the Iris and confirmed they can fix everything).

From there Mikka will just need to drive our van home and cover about 3 tanks of gas.

We're looking at anywhere from $850 to $1150 before repair costs (and not including the $1750 rental), which we figure could be $150 or could be $1000 (who even knows with car repairs). And we need to do this all in the next week so that the Iris is home and safe for ECCC the week after.

And it sucks but we need help. We got about $300 from our lovely vendor friends, and that really did help. But were hoping our wider community might be in a position to help as well.

We just don't have the spoons to do a gofundme so if you can help our CashApp is $AdrianElliot, PayPal is wonderwoman@optimysticalastudios.com, Venmo is @AdrianElliot13, and you can also buy stuff from the website if you want goods in exchange for coin. And if you're not in a place to help financially, sharing this will help too.

[cewwart]

please reply to this with who you want me to draw in a non-sexualized maid outfit.

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[friendship-ditch]

Whumptober Day 31 - Asking for Help

Platonic Aragorn x Fem!Reader ✼

Summary: Aragorn hits his head and has no choice but to ask the nearest person for help.

Warnings/Notes: I'M DONE! WHUMPTOBER COMPLETED HELL YEAHHHH

Word Count: 1356

 Aragorn had never been the best at taking care of himself. Ever. It was always ‘make sure everyone else is alright,’ then tend to his own wounds. More often than not this ended up with him in a worse situation than before; see: ignoring injuries until they get infected, nearly bleeding to death, and about 25 other accounts.

  That was the case once more.

  He didn’t remember hitting his head too hard in the skirmish in the woods… but apparently he had. He’d been flanked by orcs unexpectedly and upon realizing there was no way he could kill them all, took the risk and jumped into the river.

  Perhaps it was there that he hit his head. The water was ferocious, fighting to keep him like quick sand and nearly drowning him in the rough rapids. He would’ve likely drowned had he not managed to kick off a rock and float to shore, but he was rather woozy at the time and still couldn’t recall the exact details.

  All he knew was that he woke up, drenched and cold, on the shore of… somewhere he couldn’t quite recognize.

  The rocks beneath his bleeding head were a foul pillow to his aching body. He felt frozen to the bone, limbs jolting with shivers. He tried to sit up but was overcome by a wave of dizziness so he lowered himself back onto the ground with a grunt. He must’ve hit his head harder than he thought.

  It took a few moments of contemplation, and a lot of pain, but eventually Aragorn managed to sit up. His world spun even faster and he squeezed his eyes shut, lifting a hand to his forehead. It came away slightly stained with blood.

  Eventually Aragorn managed to stand. He was already not the most precise walker due to various wounds to his ankles and legs over the years, but now every step he took was uncalculated and clumsy. He’d be lucky if he made it a mile from the water before collapsing… but what other choice did he have?

  It was either wander in search of shelter and help, or give in and die. The latter wasn’t the most enticing, so he forced himself to walk despite the pain and dizziness. 

  Beneath him the ground changed from gravel and rocks to rough dirt and roots. He had to step carefully. It was a struggle, though. If it were not for the thick woods he was walking through and the stumps he caught himself on, he would be face down once more.

  After an hour or so of wandering Aragorn began to feel just… worse. The injury on his head was pounding as though someone was hammering a nail into his skull. It stopped bleeding long ago but during his trek he managed to stumble and bash it against a tree, starting the bleeding once more. His whole body felt warm, unnaturally warm against the chill of the coming night. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d caught a fever in his weakened state but he tried not to think about it because there was nothing he could do.

  His stomach ached and his limbs felt almost too heavy to move. Every step was a struggle on his trembling legs. 

  Then, something came into view. A house of some sorts… a cabin or a cottage, tucked in a small clearing of the trees. Was he hallucinating? He had to have been. There was no way this sanctuary was so perfectly placed just at the end of his strength. A warm glow emanated from the windows, smoke billowing from the chimney. This had to have been a dream.

  With no other option left Aragorn decided to take the chance.

  You were sitting inside your home, tending the fireplace when there was a strange noise at the door. Some sort of a thumping sound, almost like a knock.

  You’d had quite a few strange visitors during your time in the woods, but nothing could have prepared you for this. When you opened the door, you found a half dead, half conscious man slumped at your feet. For a second you wondered if this was a joke but when you bent beside him, he groaned.

  “Help… please…” Aragorn whispered, voice raspy and hoarse. His eyes were closed and he was just barely hanging on. 

  You stared at him for a moment and in the split second he opened his eyes, he stared at you. And then he was gone, chest softly rising with breaths but whatever strength he had was utterly depleted.

  Aragorn woke up on another hard surface. For a minute he wondered if he dreamt it all and was still lying upon the shore. But it wasn’t rocks under his back… it was solid and flat. He reached a hand to touch it. Wood? 

  His eyes weakly fluttered open, then winced at the light. He felt warm, but no longer excruciatingly warm. It was a comfortable temperature. He was inside, on top of a table.

  There was a cold cloth draped over his forehead and a bandage overtop the deep gash. The smell of herbs was in the air, heavily. Where was he?

  “Hey, easy there.” You watched as he tried to sit up, knowing it was no use to try and keep him down. You planted a hand upon his back and eased him into a sitting position. “You’re okay.”

  Aragorn let out a weak groan as the world faintly spun around him, but it was nothing like before. He rubbed his eyes to clear the blurriness and they fell upon you. He could faintly remember your face. “Who are you?”

  “Y/N.” You replied, taking the cloth from his head and dunking it into a cold bowl of water. Then you laid it across his brow once more, soaking up any escaping droplets with a towel. “Who are you?”

  “I am… Aragorn.” He hesitated on whether to refer to himself as Strider or not, but decided it wasn’t worth the hassle. 

  “Well, Aragorn, I’ll tell you now that I’ve never seen someone with a concussion fight so hard. You weren’t close to dying or anything, but you’re stubborn.”

  He let out a weak laugh at that. “Stubborn? I suppose that’s right…”

  “You were feverishly fighting me, not that you remember… that’s probably a good thing.” You tilted your head. “What happened to you? How in the world did you end up here?”

  Aragorn told you what he could remember of his story of the orcs and the river. It hadn’t occurred to him that you were only getting him to talk to distract him from the horrible pain of removing the bandage from his head, but he cried out when you pulled it off. He stared at you like a dog who was rejected a treat, wary and uneasy, but then settled back down. “Ow…” He rubbed his forehead. It wasn’t bleeding.

  “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.”

  You made a soft humming sound and stepped back, observing your work. The gash on his head had begun to heal pretty well for something so makeshift.

  “How does it look?” Aragorn asked hesitantly, a little embarrassed he had to rely on the help of a stranger, but thankful either way.

  You smiled. “Much better. You’ll be just fine with a little rest… as your medic, I cannot let you leave in this state, by the way. At least stay the night.” 

  Surprised, but not about to disagree, Aragorn returned your smile with one of his own. “If you wish.”

  He had a hearty bowl of stew and then took some medicine to help ease the dizziness, which was almost gone anyway. Afterwards you settled him down on the couch beneath a blanket and ordered him to sleep, claiming it would help him heal faster.

  Aragorn was in no position to argue, nor did he really want to. He was safe, warm, and had gotten the help he needed. It wasn’t often that he put his trust into strangers but you’d only given him reasons to do so, so he let himself drift off in your care.

[livein-yellow-submarine]

perlo and da grian

hi so i also need your help because right now because my house is flooded, i only have access to my phone, all of my electricity are at my house that i can not enter

if you can please donate just a little bit to my kofi or reblog this around will be appropriate!

i been struggle since my dad is gone but now I'm even more struggled because of this too

my kofi

edit: gofundme wasn't available in my country so i need to use kofi instead 🥲

[whump-is-my-drug]

Alto Astral episode 30

Request from @the-most-handsome-ginger

[matt-eldritch]

I've been rewatching The Owl House for the first time in over a year and since it was the 10th anniversary of the Cartoon Network classic, Over the Garden Wall, I had the idea of combining the two properties for a piece of fanart. I was inspired by the works of another artist, @dazeddoodles, specifically the way of how they can imitate TOH's artstyle yet also avoid copying it by adding their own flair and style to it. It wasn't too difficult to pick who would play the leads in this little alternate universe of mine, since I felt that both Luz and Hunter were quite similar in personality to Greg and Wirt, respectively. It also helps that both pairs are siblings of unconventional relation (Greg is Wirt's younger half-brother and Hunter is informally adopted into the Noceda family). I'll eventually make some screencap redraws of the original OTGW series for this AU, but I haven't really planned out who'd be who here. Belos would obviously be the Beast, but the rest of the cast is up in the air. Does anyone have any suggestions?

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism & Asking for Help

Lil Penguin Studios/Autism Happy Place

[wrexkinghxvoc]

Benjamin Alire Saenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe // Grimes, from Oblivion // Marya Hornbacher, from Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia // Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // Kaveh Akbar, from Calling a Wolf a Wolf // Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

[serenityquest]

— colormehappii

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Asking for Help

whumptober24 day 31- asking for help fandom - dp x dc tw- mentioned injury summary- they need help, and they need to learn to ask for it

masterlist ao3 part 9 of TFR

Jazz stared at Danny’s wound. They’d done their best to stitch it up and keep it clean. But the skin around the incision was red and inflamed. She couldn’t tell if it was infected or not. She didn’t even know if Danny could get infections.

She bit her lip. “Danny…” she trailed off. “I think we need someone to look at this.”

Danny didn’t say anything. 

“Danny.”

He turned to look at her.

“Danny, we need someone to look at this. It could be infected, and the stitches are done terribly, and I don't know how to take care of it. We need help.”

Danny looked away again. “Who could we tell?”

“Barbara said she knew some people.”

“Are we even sure we can trust her?” he said.

Jazz frowned at him. “Danny,” she took his hand in hers, “you’ve told me that you feel nothing but kindness and honesty from her. I don’t think she was lying to us. I know… I know how hard it is to trust people. I’m anxious too. But we need help. We can’t have this injury getting worse.”

Danny sighed. “Okay.” he whispered.

Jazz’s smile was wobbly, but she squeezed his hand. “I’ll tell Barbara.” She stood, letting go of his hand and walking out of the room and heading toward the kitchen where she could hear Barbara moving around.

“Barbara?” she said, stepping into the kitchen.

“You can call me Babs, Jazz.” Babs said scrubbing a plate from breakfast.

Jazz tried to smile, but it was only a tiny thing. “You mentioned something last night about knowing someone with medical training?”

Babs paused while rinsing off a plate. “Yes. I know two people. An older woman who runs a private clinic, and an older gentleman. I trust them both.”

Jazz bit her lip. “I don’t know… his injuries… they’re bad.” Jazz had wrapped her arms around himself and was staring at the ground.

“Does he need help urgently?” Babs asked, trying to keep her voice calm, but she could feel fear climbing up her through. How badly was Danny injured?

Jazz shook her head. “I don’t think so. But… I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help him.”

Babs wheeled herself over, placing a hand on Jazz’s arm. “It’s okay, Jazz. You’re doing what you can. We can get him the help he needs. He’ll be okay.”

Jazz relaxed slightly.

“Do you have a preference for who I ask to come and check Danny?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, then I’ll give them both a call and see who’s available.” 

Jazz nodded. “Okay.” She paused. “Thank you.” she whispered before leaving to go back to Danny.

Babs stared after her. How badly was Danny injured that not only would the siblings come to her, someone they’d only briefly met, but that they’d also be willing to seek help from someone they didn’t know.

She called Dr. Thompkins first. She answered, but said she’d be busy today unless it was urgent. Babs called Alfred next.

“Miss Gordon, how are you this fine morning?”

She smiled. “I’m doing alright, Alfred. How are you doing? Everything go alright last night?”

“I am doing well. Master Jason got into a tussle and sprained his wrist, but other than that everyone here is well.”

Babs sighed, relieved that there had been no major injuries on patrol last night. “That’s great, Alfred. I have to admit though that I’m not calling today just to chat.”

Alfred hummed. “What is it that you need, dear?”

“Could you please come by my apartment? And… could you bring a first aid kit? I’m afraid I’ve run out of supplies.” she said, knowing that Alfred would understand that more than the average first aid kit supplies would be needed.

“Oh my. Are you injured?”

“No, but I’ve got a friend over who is.”

“What is their injury?”

“I’m not sure, but they’ve agreed to let you check the injury and provide treatment.”

“I see. I can be over in about an hour.”

She grinned. “Thank you, Alfred. And I would appreciate it if you didn’t let the others know.”

“Of course, Miss Gordon. I’ll see you later.”

Babs sighed as she hung up. She went back to washing the dishes. She had a feeling she knew why the siblings were wary of outside help. While the Meta Protection Act had been signed into effect a few years ago, that didn’t mean that metas were actually safe.

She’d just have to make sure they knew that she would protect them either way.

[momentsbeforemass]

Admitting we need help

Asking for help is hard. Because it means admitting we need help.

Needing help is complicated. Because it’s really two things going on at the same moment.

There’s the actual thing that needs fixing. And then there’s our connection to the thing that needs fixing.

It’s the second one – our connection to the thing that needs fixing – that determines whether we ever ask for help.

If the thing that needs fixing is something that we don’t have any real connection to, then asking for help is no problem.

Like asking someone to take out the trash for us. We don’t have any connection to the trash. So asking for help is effortless.

But what if I’m struggling physically? Maybe I’m recovering from an accident or an illness. And I’m worried about what asking for help taking out the trash means – both to me and to the person I’m asking.

Does it mean that I’m not getting better? I don’t want to think about that.

If I ask for help, will they think I can’t do it anymore? Will they think less of me because I need help?

That’s a very different connection to the thing that needs fixing. Loaded with fear, it makes asking for help a lot harder.

We want to avoid all of that. So we don’t ask.

Which means we don’t get the help we need.

And the thing that needs fixing? Never gets fixed.

It’s a problem that seeps into every corner of our lives.

It’s why today’s Gospel – where the man with leprosy asks Jesus to heal him – is so important. Because it gets past all of the fears, to show us how God actually responds when we ask for help.

In the first century, leprosy was a disease with a lot of social and religious baggage. Leprosy didn’t just happen.

Leprosy was a sign to others that you were unclean. You were physically, spiritually unclean –that’s why got leprosy. Leprosy was God’s judgment. On you.

But the man is desperate. It’s killing him, slowly and painfully.

So he musters up the courage and humility to ask Jesus for help. And when he does?

None of his fears come true. Jesus doesn’t reject him because he’s unclean. Jesus doesn’t go off on him, about what he must have done to get leprosy.

Jesus sees the man – not as a disease, but as His child.

Jesus receives him gently and lovingly. And quietly fixes the thing that needs fixing.

As Jesus always does. Whenever one of His children, whenever you, have the courage and humility to ask for help.

Today’s Readings

[caktusjuice-draws]

Help me and my husband get a scooter!

GOAL PROGRESS

$200 / $6500

Hello, my name is Caktus/Bastian and I am trying to get an enclosed scooter for my husband. It is becoming more expensive for him to get rides to and from work. His is the only income we have since an injury (I have no discs i. My lower spine) prevents me from holding down a steady job. All of his paycheck is spent on bills and other household expenses so we won't be able to afford this without a lot of help but, after some discussion he and I decided that an enclosed scooter would be the best option.

A few of the reasons being :

Neither of us have a drivers license, but in our state a scooter of this caliber does not need one.

It is enclosed and has a heater, meaning he would be able to continue using it in the cold months.

It does not take gas and is entirely electric. (we later plan to invest in a portable solar charger.

A back seat means he can take a passenger or even do store runs to stores not quite within walking distance for us.

And all together it is much cheaper than a car, both in short term and the long run.

Thank you to anyone who can donate.

If you cannot donate then a REBLOG still helps greatly.

Please remember that here on tumblr LIKES do nothing. REBLOGING helps spread the word.

Thank you for your time and charity 💖