#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.

[nerdstuffalways]

So…..like hypothetically

Im gonna write a fanfic that should end up being pretty long. Its a Vergil x Reader fic and the reader has been around since DMC3.

So a part of me wants to do a separate fic explaining everything that happened in between DMC3 and DMC5.

But im stuck between doing that or doing chapters that take place in the past. Like flashback chapters.

On one hand, it would be way more in depth to write out the past before getting to the real thing, but i think it would give me time to add to all the dynamics and character building.

The whole thing is gonna be a little writing project for me so i would love love LOVE if anyone on this app responded to give their opinion.

Even if you dont like the idea, or if you arent interested i would love some input💙💙💙

[homosociallyyours]

Needing Help

Hello friends! I have managed to get through the past couple of months without having to ask for a ton of help but this month is very rough. I've just had to spend around $200 on a vet visit for my dog to help treat a UTI, and combined with a rent increase I am not ok.

I need $400 total to pay rent and the vet bill. These are not easy times, and I understand if you can't help, but if you can-- even a few dollars really does add up.

Thank you, friends. I appreciate your support-- whether it's kind words/tags, sharing this post, or sending a little money --more than you can know.

Venmo: Megan-Beene

Paypal: homosocial

[themori-witch]

I Need Your Help

Last week, I almost died. I was taken to ICU, where I received lifesaving treatment, but as I am visiting the US, that treatment is going to come at a cost. I don't know the full cost yet, but it's going to be a lot. I needed a lot of help.

I've only been out for a few days but will work on orders right away. So if you're in the market for new dice, I'd be happy to help.

DICE EXAMPLES | PAYPAL

[cewwart]

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

o(｀ω´ )o

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Autism & Asking for Help

Lil Penguin Studios/Autism Happy Place

[sigridstumb]

Hello.

I am asking the help of all y'all who live in the U.S.

I am a retired air traffic controller. I live off my federal pension and Social Security Disability benefits, both of which are up for cuts in the Big Beautiful Bill.

I would be personally grateful if you could contact your House Representative, whether Dem or GOP, and ask them to vote against the Big Beautiful Bill.

It specifically attacks federal pensions, specifically the benefits for air traffic controllers, firefighters, and other federal retirees who have served the American public for decades. Please ask them to refuse any cuts to federal pensions and benefits.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

[thejohnlockedfemboy]

This is a super random post and I doubt that it will achieve my desired effect, but I have to try.

I’m looking for my friend. I met them over two years ago on Roblox but lost contact with them due to me losing my account.

They live in Portugal and their username was @ Sunflower_Cat2010.

This is for if they might ever see this— it’s Deyna, and I originally knew you as Flying Bananas. You might instead remember me as Evan. We did roleplays together, do you remember Lafayette and John, or Nathan and James? You liked call of duty, and I really love it now, too! I miss you. I’m sorry I had to leave and I want to talk to you again.

please help me boost this? I know there’s the smallest chance ever because idek if they had tumblr, but I had a dream about them last night that urged me to try and find them again.

no pressure tags, just trying to maybe get this out there, tell me if you don’t wanna be tagged

@pubbipawz @defronix @massivescissorsthingperson @shadowreaps44 @almostholynerd @k1kimiki @3gobsmacked33 @chronophobiaclown @av-the-art1st @devotednewbie @ridiculouslyobsessed @kallumglazesghost @toastwithtophat @teasingguts @royaltystudios

[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

[lookwhatyoumademelou]

Fund Michelle's Hands-On Archival Studies in UK

Hello Everyone! I got accepted into a MA (Master of Arts) degree at The University of Manchester for Library and Archive Studies. This program starts in September so I created a fundraiser to help me fund the student visa process & accommodation (housing).

Click here for the link to my Go Fund Me page to read more & of course, to donate/share.

Please reblog/signal boost this post.

I appreciate you. Thank you for helping make my dream of living/working/studying abroad come true<3

I am currently raising funds for my student visa application which I am estimating at $1500 usd

(application + nhs surcharge for the yr + conversion rate from usd to gbp)

(conversion rates to gbp fluctuates & unfortunately a google search at any time is a little unreliable if the school charges at 1.4 and not the current rate it’s confusing to estimate 😂😅 bc my housing deposit & CAS statement have been a bit more than anticipated)

Additionally, here are links to donate to me directly if you do not want to go through Go Fund Me:

VENMO

PAYPAL

CASHAPP

Also, if you have any ideas/tips on how to share my fundraiser etc., master's degree abroad funding ideas/tips, or anything else related to living/working/studying abroad, feel free to DM me :)

Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️

May your generosity return to you tenfold✨

thanks everyone for your support (reblogs, donations, good wishes, etc. ❤️)