#girl hjelp

[chewby-stims]

Perhaps a Quinn Hills From Nashville Tennessee Stimboard with cats and crystals :3

a Quinn Hills From Nashville Tennessee stimboard with crystals and cats for spaceinvaders!

x x x | x x x | x x x

#quinn hills #mcyt stimboards #chewbys stims #stimboards #req stimboards #had a meander through their blog for this one was very fun to do research for! (is that the right word? english is escaping me) #guitar #quartz #crystals #cats #black cats #hands #black #gold #yellow #green #teal #fluffy #trying to tag everyfin for labeling and reusing the gifs is hard #girl hjelp

[jinxy]

I feel unrecognizable. I don't want to play ScarVio, I'm really feeling like skipping Dragonflight, and FE Engage just isn't hitting concept-wise. Huh

#dis.txt #GIRL HJELP MY STAPLE GAMES ARE FAILING ME #Warframe is still fun on and off but that's not an MMO like WoW is an MMO #maybe I should try FFXIV?? I know no one who plays it though I don't want to jump into that alone lol #maybe I'll just become a riot guy. negative character development

[amored-core-hotties]

Attention, mercenaries. The semi-finals are here.

hey tourist i got a joke for this one t4t? nah tvt. they fightin hey whats that ayre lady's deal is she nah, cant be

AYRE

another disembodied girl

country girls make do

supportive

a little codependent

trans allegory

gives tinnitus occasionally

Not more attractive than Kate Markson.

no seriously why is my coral detector going off

i dont like her

she won over walter

RUSTY

most badass pilot

asks you out for drinks in cut dialogue

"Sounds like you're doing juuust fine, buddy."

walter hjelp i cant focus on the mission he said I'm doing a good job

dog coded

god i need him badly

FIGHT

#ac6 #allmind #armored core #armored core 6 #armored core fires of rubicon #acvi #armored core vi #ayre #carla #cinder carla #rusty #v.iv rusty

[prisonhannibal]

girl hjelp I went to my northern norwegian home town and it’s snowing and 1 degrees celsius. on the 26th of may

#txt

[bigswigrollerexpress]

[Curry Carnivore AU - CWS: Mild Body Horror, Distress, Mild Language]

The morning of the first strike was one that Aloha sure as hell didn't want to remember, but the events all too easily came to mind. Even when his arm was recovered and fully grown back, the pain that morning would match even his most painful wipeouts.

The morning was foggy and so was Aloha's mind as he awoke slowly in his ruffled bed. Well, he was awakening slowly, until the dull pain in his left arm came through that haze and thoroughly shot through his nerves. What? What had happened? Aloha's eyes opened wide, sleepiness still in his eyes as he pulled himself to sit up, using one arm to feel over where the pain was, only to find... There was no arm there.

The pink inkling blinked, taking a moment to process before adrenaline finally sunk into his system. His arm was- it was GONE? Like, GONE gone. No way... How?! It was even bandaged, too... What kind of madman would do this?! Aloha waved his hand where his arm would normally be, trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or if there was some kind of illusion going on. Nope. Nothing like that. His arm was actually missing. And whoever had the gall and disturbed mind to do this had half a thought to patch him up. His ink didn't even stain the bedsheets...

The distressed partier would reach to his phone on his nightstand, still plugged in from last night and thankfully charged. Opening up his phone, he'd scroll through his contacts as fast as he could to find one of his teammates- Snorkel. He's practically always up. And if not, his phone wakes him up.

It's a good thing he usually texts with one hand to impress the girls, though that didn't keep the agony from keeping his hand steady and his head clear. There's no way he would be able to type right, so he wouldn't.

[Snork.]

[Dufde.]

[Dude.]

[You uip?]

[Plzs.]

[I need hjelp.]

Suave persona put aside, not that Snorkel would really care, there's be the smallest tinge of relief as he saw that his teammate was typing up a response.

[Lolo, it's 3 pm!! <3 Of course I'm up!] Of course he slept in- partying does that to an inkfish. Ha, at least that means he won't be alone. But, on the opposite hand that he didn't have, he'd be seen by plenty more inkfish. There wasn't much time to debate the thought on if Aloha wanted that or not.

[What's up, my guy?]

The inkling would shudder, eyes closing shut to feel the dreaded throbbing pain of his wound. This is so... So fucked up. Uncaring of his misspellings, he'd send his next few messages with urgency, silently apologizing for the distress he'd cause to Snorkel... And very likely, the rest of his team.

[Myy arms GONE!!]

[Likjk GONE gonew.]

Aloha's pink eyes would tremble as he watched the elipses that denoted his friend typing. There was a weak laugh that faded into a groan. He hated this. He hated feeling like this. He felt... Helpless. Unsafe. The inkling could feel his head start to spin from the stress of his own room not being protected enough to keep an arm-chopping inkfish out, barely holding himself together by means of his teammate on the line- who responded fast. Clearly the concern was rising.

[You're kidding.]

[Like, you're joking, yea?]

[Like. Haha funny, right??]

[Wishj I was.]

Aloha would sift through his phone apps, quickly finding and opening the camera app. He raised his working arm, taking a selfie with his the arm he still had. He wish he could give a peace sign like he usually would, but... Hey. Can't really have peace with a missing arm, right? The image made him look pale- sickly, even. Ugh... So unflattering. Not even filters would fix him at this point.

Snorkel had sent multiple concerned messages by the time the injured had sent the image of his current condition, though they weren't read as Aloha was more pressed on showing what's happened to him. With the image sent, he could only wait with his chest tight as he watched his phone screen intently.

[COD DAMN???? ARE YOU OKAY???]

[DID YOU PATCH YOURSELF UP???]

[Wojke up like thisd.]

[OHHH MY COD]

[OKAY OKAY]

[I'M GETTING HELP N COMING OVER LOLO]

[It's gonna be okay, Lolo]

That last message... It stung more than it helped. It felt like a false pretense, just something said to make him feel better. Aloha would given a shaken sigh as he pulled his legs to his chest, trying to wrap his arms- well, arm- around his legs and finding it more awkward than helpful. Even so, he stayed that way.

"...h-haha... Girls... Girls love a-a guy with... Wh-whatever you call this..."

#curry carnivore au #coroika #swig write #inkling #snorkel coroika #aloha coroika #cw language #tw mild body horror #ask to tag

[fleurety99]

theres a girl i know who i wouldnt say im attracted to romantically (like dating) in any sense but i feel like i could very much see myself marrying her in 20 years like i find her genuinely fascinating and a very beautiful person but if she asked me out id say no i dont know what this means hjelp

#she sends me obscure DSBM recs over text about once a month #i am so awkward around her though help it keeps me up at night i cannot maintain a normal conversation to her to save my life oh my godd #caught myself trying to make a “cool pretty teen girl” sim and it was literally just her too. help

[mintyleave3s]

hjelp why are all these random girls or whatever following me

[autisticlalna]

HJELP GIRL VIKINGPILOT HAS SEEN MY MINECRAFT LETS PLAY

#leo.txt

[hellonoblesky]

Girl i am. sotiresd hjelp

#GIRL I AM SO SLEEEEEPYYY #turtledove yells into the abyss

[amgurd]

My coworker confirmed to me that I have an unnatural ability to befriend just the WEIRDEST girls.

#girl hjelp #the weird girls ALWAYS find me #especially Kipper #she is Weirdness Prime

[rrover]

child craving peppermint candy incident, 714 dead

#liveblogging tag #HJELP HKLP THE WAY SHE SAYS IT #ik it's supposed to be serious but the way she's like #this is where a little girl found the philosopher's stone and used it to turn the city into peppermint candy..... 714 people were killed

[gryphsdeadbones]

MANY GARGANTUA 

#shrike plays black mesa #GIRL HJELP ME

[authcenter]

asking ingsoc to pick me up expecting it to be all cute and he just grabs me by the shirt collar

#hjelp girl... #pleas. it would be so funny #he’s not doing it in a malicious way that was just his first response #imagines n stuff

[mentallydisabledfox]

I just want to sleep or die.

Hjelp meg...

#girl #russian girl #девушка #я #Русская #music #musician #Piano #Help #Hjelp #Помогите #im tired

[itsdangeroustorunaboutinthedark]

19, 20

18 hours~

18 hours ive just slept. dont know how much i slept yesterday. the day before that slept 3 different times, 2-3 hours each. it felt like 4 days went by in that one day, not just because of the sleep patterns. that morning i woke up, or i was woken up, with an already shit feeling that was just about to get worse. i realized, if todays events were to go as planned, id probably kill myself. there was a plethora of reasons for that, going so far back it's almost laughable. a large component to ensuring i would carry it out, was that id be alone for the next few days. it felt, feels? extremely pathetic, even though the being alone in itself had no part in the reasons building up to such major suicidalness. suicidality? whatever. the conditions surrounding that being alone were some reasons; the being alone itself was just the perfect setting to allow it. but i couldnt say that. i couldnt say, in this situation specifically, that if i was left alone id probably kill myself. it'd be manipulative, would it.. though maybe what i ended up doing was no different. "i think im going to admit myself to the psych ward" was essentially what i ended up saying. i was met with so much support, it felt worse in a way. not as in worse than if id been met with anything else, just, worse than i had felt before. i felt guilty. i felt selfish. it felt like i was saying whatever just to get my way. even though all "my way" was, was to live, and to hopefully not leave the animals unattended in the process. foremost the animals, really. after having been shown awkward support, albeit shocking in a good? way, i regretted saying anything. or maybe i didnt, maybe those feelings didnt come til later. either way, the guilt was, still is, all-consuming. making calls to inpatient services piled on the guilt even more. i shouldnt be wasting these peoples time, there are surely those worse, ill be fine now, probably. the same feelings of guilt towards the person i admitted this to, and to the admissions people at the looney bin, grew even more while at the crisis center the next day. there were cases, serious cases, serious-er cases, being discussed by the staff. severe drug addict, has uncontrollable seizures, huge gaps in memory, is in and out of the hospital, only 21. someone came in with a fucked up leg, brought in by someone else. another came in with 5 bags packed, as if this was a usual visit, prepared to stay for a long while. another person, also accompanied, came in, just as quiet as i was. i knew not to compare. i knew everyone goes through things differently, presents differently, and presentation alone hasnt a sole explanation on whats actually going on with a person. and it wasnt these exterior comparisons that lead to the guilt, but that i was no longer feeling the unbearable despair and violent willingness to go through with what i had planned the day before. i didnt feel good, i didnt feel okay, i felt numb. but numb is better than That, numb is no reason to take up the time of people who are busy trying to help people with worse problems. they were kind, and seemingly all too knowing, and they sent me home with a couple phone appointments. i didnt know how to feel about it or what to think, the only prominent feeling still being guilt, somehow residing along nothingness. perhaps emptiness would be a better word. i was so confused about what to feel and think and so overwhelmed with guilt, that for a short while after any time i tried to speak about it, my mind would go blank and i sounded like a malfunctioning printer trying to get words out. now its the day after, technically two days after, and i still feel nothing. or i feel empty. or i feel numb. the words i was told when i first spoke of my plans to admit myself, and in turn some of the feelings/reasons that led to that, still ring in my ears; "it often looks you're doing better, but i think you're just distracting yourself."  im still not sure whether thats entirely true, but it is at least partly, and its distinctly how i decided to live at the ripe-old age of 12 or 13, when i was in a different, arguably worse and far more hopeless set of circumstances. i remember it now n again, and every once in awhile i come across the note i wrote to myself at the time as a reminder, it saying only "distract yourself". its been 7 or so years since. so much has changed, i have far more ability to make further changes by myself than ever before. a week before all of this happened, i was determined and taking the first steps to make what would probably be the largest change of my life so far. and all it took to take me from that to the pits of despair was several ever-smouldering struggles and a couple of current happening-problems. and now i dont know what to do. im mostly numb, maybe a slight bit anxious, and i dont know what to do next. im going to have to face everyone about what's going on, and I don't know what to tell them. and I'll once again feel guilt, because I don't know how i feel or what to say, because i didn't go through with the attempt, because ive wasted people's time over this. because i knew as soon as i wasnt going to be alone, the main excuse to kill myself was gone, and i couldn't admit that to the person who was leaving, the same person who contributed to so many of the events that brought upon the feelings that lead up to this point. that lead up to it this time, that lead up to it several times before. i told work i had been admitted earlier than i actually had been because i didnt want to let them know very last minute, and they were so kind about it; and then i was discharged within an hour. i dont want to go anymore. i dont know if i should. i can think of 100 reasons why i shouldnt, maybe only a few convincing reasons why i should. i look at my ongoing suicidal ideation, and since now that it's met with indifference to the actions and potential outcomes rather than turbulence, i shrug it off. i think, i think thats what im supposed to do. 

and all of this sounds like self pity, self loathing, utter dejection, such things that i hold such disdain for and cant handle in other people anymore. its irritating, its pathetic, all i need to do to improve is take a step, a step in literally any direction. and eventually, i will, maybe. if i make it to that point. but right now, i dont know. im not sure any of this is true. im not sure of anything, period. and thats a lie. and its not. ah

#wuahjkhsdf yea #tw suicide #hi i just had to edit this bc i spelt suicide as suidice #hjelp girl my shjip #there is no real point or moral to this btw #idk #gnya

[velcrooooo]

daily affirmations i am so normal i am so good at socializing i love making friends and i am so good at approaching people and speaking with them normall 

#HJELP #WHY CANT I BE NORMAL ABOUT MAKING FRIENDS #WHY DO I HAVE TO JUMP THROUGH ALL THESE HOOPS GIRL *HELP* #shouting into an empty room