#it’s okay to ask for help

[incorrectr27quotes]

Jaeger: What are you, Sawada Tsunayoshi, the center of the universe? What, you think the sun won’t rise if you’re not there to greet it or something?

Tsuna: What are you talking about?

Jaeger: Just look behind you, Tsunayoshi.

Tsuna: Huh?

Jaeger: You don’t have to do everything yourself. They’re all here to help you. Let them.

[majaurukalo]

I hate it so much that the Western society has demonised the concepts of helping and asking for help.

We are all so scared and ashamed to ask for help that some of us would rather risk life/health/money/whatever is at risk than ask for help.

I myself am guilty of this too. I try my best to avoid help from people because I’m scared they are going to judge me or think less of me or use it as a future weapon to bargain something. Even when it comes to my family.

Why is it like that? And why, when people are in the position to help someone out, the first thing that comes to their mind is: “What’s in it for me?” Or “What do I earn from helping you?”

I don’t know, dude, just you know, you gain the fact that you did something nice for someone else, maybe a friend or a family member? You made a life easier, you have behaved like a decent, good human being as we are supposed to. Shouldn’t that be enough?

But no, we are so attached to money and any form of material interest that helping someone for the sake of it has become wild.

You know what? When you die, you can’t bring your money or objects with you but you can be remembered by all the people you helped out for being a great and good person, someone who was worthy.

This mindset is really damaging to disabled people especially but non-disabled people are affected too because you never know when you’ll need help for any kind of reason.

And no, the concept of help shouldn’t even come with the reasoning of “I’m helping people because maybe one day, when I’ll need it, they will help me”. You might be the luckiest person in the world and never need help, but you can still help others because that’s what makes us humans. No man is an island, said T.S. Eliot and I think he intended this too.

So, give a lift to your friend who needs to go somewhere, help them with groceries, ask them if they need help with daily tasks if you know they struggle. You can even give money to whom needs it if you are in a position to do so.

Don’t just think in terms of interest.

[squidflavoredsoup]

some mullet stan stuff

also this vid i posted on tt……… watch at ur own risk lawl

[tessaannedesigns]

[forgettable-au]

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 82-85)

THAT LAZYBONES!!

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[voidheartkisses]

How the goat got that password (real)

[lucidloving]

@inanotherunivrse // You're On Your Own, Kid— Taylor Swift // @inkskinned // Richard Siken, Crush // @lilcowgirl7-deactivated20210223 // Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World // Zoe Heller, "Everything You Know" // Atticus

[the-meme-monarch]

ngl your characterization of Delilah makes me feel like theres very much a possibility of Dandy knocking on her door like "miss delilah i frew up 🥺" and shes elbow deep in some crimes against science for her toon babies like... Oh! Give me a second!

i think she’d drag her feet about it a little. but yeah HDHSHSHSHSHSN

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 297

“I feel like we should be concerned about Tim.” 

“Honestly we should always be concerned about him, but what made you realize it this time?” 

“Have you seen his search history- wait no you haven’t you haven’t been in the cave all day, look at this-”

“...'Is it legal to adopt the ghost of a kid? Can someone call CPS on a family’s ghost? How to take care of ghosts 101? How do you get a ghost of a child to not be scared? What to do if you find ghost children in your home? What the fuck…?” 

“Exactly, I think he needs an intervention.” 

Or in other words, after getting thrown into another dimension thanks to the GIW destroying most of Amity, a trio of ghost children decide to crash in this seemingly abandoned apartment building. No one seems to live here anyway… Tim Drake on the other hand, gets a notification that there’s someone in his main safehouse that he might’ve slightly forgotten about thanks to having his house-boat now, and sees a trio of starved looking ghost kids

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[allwaswell16]

I'd like to share a little story about my son that's just a small part of what it's all meant to me.

I joined the fandom in 2014, a year after my youngest son was born. He didn't speak at the time he was "supposed" to be speaking, wasn't hitting all his developmental milestones, and was then diagnosed at a very young age as being on the autism spectrum.

Being a One Direction fan brought music back into my home in a major way. I'd been so busy with my career and becoming a mom that my love for music had been phased out in my life. But One Direction brought it roaring back in.

When my son was two, he was watching the Best Song Ever video...one of his favorites. It's fun and brightly colored and silly, and it made sense why he loved it. He started pointing to each one of the boys and said some of his first ever words, their names.

Youie. Ni-yaw. Hay-ee. Yum-Yum. Zack. (Sorry Zayn, blame the video)

Music opened up a way for my son to communicate. It has always been a major force in his life. He is eleven now, and he plays the drums and the violin and according to his older brother talks way too much.

I could never truly explain what this band has meant to my life and to my son. But I'll always be so grateful they burst into our life right when we needed them.

Thank you, Yum-Yum. I wish I could have told you what you meant to us, but I hope you somehow knew anyway.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

jungkook x 3D jacket shooting sketch for @jkvjimin

[cable-salamdr]

Sth archie covers except I drew them and went insane in the process

(There is more to come I just need to figure out how to draw and render an airplane first. click on them for details and such please yah yah)

[myuuchii]

this is stupid and poorly made but its self indulgent and i couldnt just draw a comic for this so idk my headcanon is that darius pulled some strings to get willow (and gus) on hunters mission in an official team kind of way for kings tide thats it

I think in canon, Hunter says they insisted on coming with him - so they weren't supposed to be there in the first place.

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[confused-wanderer]

Everyone gets terrified when they see Dick put on the Cape and go into downright brooding shadow death aura mode, capturing Bruce’s scowl and glare to an uncanny extent.

They don’t know that the real reason Nightwing had to get real good real fast at transforming into batman is because in his early batman days he accidentally smiled while trying to talk down this guy from blowing up a building.

They made eye contact for a split second, before the guy burst into tears. He then proceeded to rip off the bomb, throw up, faint, wake up, throw up again before immediately running for the window of the 45th floor of a building.