#serious help

[i-cant-write-pls-help]

Miguel O’Hara ideas for writers

Miguel O’Hara x MMA!Spider!reader

Miguel O’Hara x Pianist!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x Depressed!Spider!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x Black Widow!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x Symbiote!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x Scarlet Witch!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x Crush!Reader

Miguel O’Hara x Injured!Reader

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #writers on tumblr #writers please help me #Miguel is the love of my life #I need help #serious help

[mebiselfandi]

Can u write magtinez x reader

Hi anon!🥰🫶

I’m gonna block you❤️

#get help #serious help #biblical help #anon asks :)

[feluxution]

Guys what happens when i click on that "post button" in the upper right corner? I NEED HELP I NEED TO KNOW SERIOUSLY

#help #serious help #HELP ME #i am lost #sillyposting #comedy #silly #tutorial #teaching #what is that #shit posting #posting #i'm new to tumblr #i'm new here #frustrated #when i look at my rgb strip i think of diarrhea #is this enough tags #ok just one more to be sure #ok enough #seriously enough tags #ok i swear that's the last one #as i said that was the last one goodbye #the battle of Shopping carts

[zafrinaxyz]

jesus yes please 🤤

#neteyam #please dont go easy on me #i need help #serious help #avatar after!dark┊͙ ˘͈ᵕ˘͈ #neteyam sully

[ghostiewriter]

I am fucking pissed so I am gonna leave the editing to tomorrow and just post the chapter then. Hope that anon goes and fucks themself because bestie you ain’t getting any friends in this fandom now

#ghostie rambles #jiara #honestly might take a break from the jiara fandom after I post this chapter because this shit is just…insane and not okay #that person needs help #serious help

[eryfeiron]

me, every waking second: now how do i make this about whiterose

#rwby #whiterose #white rose #ruby rose #weiss schnee #roosterteeth #ruby x weiss #ice flower #i need help #serious help #where are my wives #otp

[weallpartyatybcpatricksfuneral]

tttyg era where vampire pete finds ybcpatrick and takes him home. sees a fucked up kid and goes. hm you're mine now:) sing in my emo band boy

#on a serious note i would like to write this maybe #where tttyg vamp pete finds ybcpatrick hiding out in some abandoned building #and at first he doesn't like the kid but then he sees the extensiveness of his injuries and sees that hes only joes age. #so he takes him back home to andy and joe and help him heal #me posts #ybcpatrick the guy ever

[endmylifelad]

Okay, I like silence. Prefer it. Especially after being around a lot of people and there is loud nonstop talk.

Except when it’s just my mom and I. Woman never talks to me. I always have to start a conversation. When she does it’s to ask something of me or fight.

Last night we were driving back from dinner at my dads place, and as usual it’s quiet. I’m fidgety, still a bit wound up from having a job interview and then hired in the same day. So I want to talk cuz I know she won’t and I need to just get the jitters out.

And what do I say?

You’d think I would talk about the job, the details, all that good stuff.

But what do I say instead?

“Did you know Hitler has five descendants?”

“Yeah. They’ve all but got a whole new identities and decided to end the family line, last I heard.”

What the fuck me.

And then when it was going quiet again, just-

“There was a trial a bit ago for a nazi guard. Whole trial the guy covered his face.”

…

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

I HAVEN’T EVEN WATCHED OR READ OR ANYTHING ABOUT THAT SHIT!

I mean the only thing that could possibly spur my mouth to spew that was me thinking, very briefly, about a book I really liked called Night by Elie Wiesel. BRIEFLY. Was thinking about what I want to get or checkout at a library.

Other than that?

Not a clue.

#text post #I have so many problems #I’m suspecting my mom is right when she says I may be autistic #she hasn’t said anything to me about it #but to everyone else #this is so embarrassing #I need help #serious help #I’m probably autistic #see the shit I do #hear the shit I do #shit I say #one of my favorite words is shit

[milk-lover]

Sobbing uncontrollably reading through a dissertation about the college experience of students with ADHD. It is like reading a report about my life that just says over and over "My experiences are real. My hardships are real. I am not lazy, I am not dumb. My struggles were not my fault, and they were not a moral failing. The failure was with the system, not with me."

Here's a line that got me in particular:

"Hotez et al.(2022) compared the health, academic, and non-academic capacities of a nationally representative sample of U.S. first-year college students with ADHD and without ADHD. Students with ADHD self-reported lower academic aspirations and more feelings of depression and overwhelm, ranking themselves lower in their general emotional health. The fact that students with ADHD scored in the highest 10th percentile for many non-academic traits, such as artistic ability, computer skills, creativity, public speaking, social confidence, self-understanding and understanding of others, compassion, and risk-tasking, suggests that this population has strengths that are frequently underappreciated in academia."

(the paper is a thesis called "Understanding the Collegiate Experience for Students With ADHD" by Gia Long, 2022)

#adhd #actually adhd #i often hyperbolize but i am dead serious when i say sobbing uncontrollably. this is why i was putting off this assignment. #1000 years of hell to professors who assign self-reflection papers /hj #i dont feel comfy posting the pdf bc its not mine butttt.. i will share it to people who dm me. #edit: pages 80-85 #edit: thank you to everyone who reached out and asked for the pdf!! i wasn’t expecting this reaction #keep reaching out I’ll keep sending it #if anyone is interested but struggles to read academic papers pls ask me for help bc I’ve gotten a lot of practice with them and am Glad to #expand someone’s access to a paper like this

[zeravmeta]

biggest indicator of the hoes not being alright is that all isekai nowadays has gone from “ultimate power level super cool beam explosion harem fantasy” to shit like “in this new world i eat lots of delicious food and help people with minor problems and i feel incredibly fulfilled with a happy and peaceful life where the cold grip of capitalism cant touch me :)”

#girl help the escapism is getting serious #i checked out that new camping cooking isekai and holy shit. #biggest escapism fantasy is giant dog and easy supermarket prices and camping and cooking. with friends

[stuckinapril]

#This image is helping me get by today I’m so serious

[yenvengerberg]

tumblr likes to pretend it's the home of the quirky non-conformist kids but in reality it has one single braincell and that's currently screaming 'vanilla extract'

#pls send help i am losing my mind #i have committed the most treasonable act of trying to make a semi serious poll and must therefore be banished from my underground hovel #polls #vanilla extract

[makesmiistakes]

Anyone around that doesn't mind helping me brainstorm a little bit for a character? I need someone to bounce some ideas off of.

#ooc. #the mun needs help #serious help #but this is some little help #to be deleted

[awearywritersworld]

mdni

thinking about how when toji first meets you, he quickly decides he just has to have you. you're so timid and sweet— just his type.

he has to give you credit though, because you make it hard work for him, but he's relentless perseverant and eventually gets you into his bed.

and he's surprised to find that you're a completely different person between the sheets.

you're grabbing him by the face roughly and spitting into his mouth while you fuck yourself down onto his cock.

you're telling him he's pathetic, that he's not even a good fuck (the way your pussy clenches around him tells him you're lying).

and he's so confused because while this has never really been his thing, he's so fucking hard it hurts.

"wanna smack your pretty face, that okay?"

you ask so sweetly that he can't help but nod before he even has a chance to consider what he's agreeing to.

when your palm meets his cheek and leaves his skin tinted pink, he's so embarrassed that his hips buck up and he comes much sooner than he'd have liked.

"aw. you liked it that much, baby?" you coo at him. "maybe i'll keep you around after all. how's that sound, hm?"

#m!writes!smut #i think i need serious help #bc i wrote this in a homegoods parking lot #its not even 11 oclock #well ig im off to buy a candle #toji #toji x reader #toji imagines #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk smut

[ladeldee]

I just like the idea that once Missa hears Phil has another "kid" he'd try and do whatever he can to help and Phil feels emotions about it

#Qsmp #Qsmp fanart #Pissa #qsmp shipping #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #qsmp Wilbur #I'd like to think the difference in style and shading relates to the contrast of scenarios! The first one is comedic- #while the second one is more serious and genuine in mood #Definitely not because I tryharded for the second scene #I have rotated this family in my mind so much aaGH #I just think Phil would fall a little more in love hearing Missa care about the people that are close to him #Also it is late I just would love to see Missa and Wilbur interact so bad and Missa being like: Okay as your father I'm going to help you #Missa may just have as much if not a bit more than Wilbur does but I think it could be a really funny dynamic #Anyway maybe Pissa reunion today prayge

[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.

#writeblr #warm up #my dad was actively doing bad shit to us and we STILL were told we were lucky . and to a point i do think im lucky #i just think also there's somethin to be said about like. how about we stop using comparison to dismiss ppls individual struggles #yes there are people who have no perspective. for the reference tho having perspective actually made me really unwilling to get help #for what was a serious and debilitating mental health issue. bc i thought i didnt DESERVE IT #and i would rather have 600 ppl who aren't THAT bad get help and get heard and get seen #than make any 1 kid. do the math that i did: look at the world that is dying and the people who are hurting and say #''oh. okay. others have it worse. they are probably better people than i am. i am being unreasonable. i cannot ask for help #i am not good. i am taking too much space. i am not worth saving.'' #bc our WHOLE lives we are taught a scarcity mindset - that you can 'steal' from someone. so that instead of changing a system that doesn't #actually offer fair support to everyone #we put the impetus on the individual to just... demand less. #and here's something - there are probably ppl who think i DIDNT deserve to get help #bc i DID have it better than other people #and something about that is ... so sickening. bc i think all of us in some way at some point WILL need help. #we were supposed to make communities. we were supposed to offer our hands. we were supposed to raise the barn #instead we said: it could be worse. now handle it yourself