i know these past few days have been hard. i just want to reach out to all of you who are struggling. as i look at the news and social media i am reminded of a quote by fred rogers. “look for the helpers”. that’s what his mom said as a response to scary news on tv. look for the helpers. look for the resisters. look at how they ran to help those who were hurt, not for a second worrying about their own lives. look at how they stood between nazis and the most vulnerable. look at how they chased that white supremacist away from the microphones. look at how they tore that statue down. together. all kinds of people. people of different sizes, genders, sexualities, colors and backgrounds. all standing together as one.
you might feel overpowered by the displays of violence, but there are more displays of resistance, solidarity and love. we might be hurt now but we will come back stronger and more united than ever before. don’t lose hope. look around you. you are not alone. if you need to take some time to heal right now that’s okay. we got you. no matter what.
It’s a horrible feeling, knowing his boyfriend isn’t with his family as he walks across the stage, but Castiel understands why, to a degree. Dean works the graduation ceremonies. He kinda needs to do that if Castiel wants to graduate at all, but still…
Which leads to now, Castiel waiting with his fellow Arts and Humanities college graduates as the timer counts down to zero, at which point they will all walk out into the arena and sit down for about two and a half hours of speakers until they walk across the stage, have their name called, hear applause as they walk across, take the stage helper’s hand on the stairs to avoid falling, and walk back down to their seats as college graduates. It was routine at this point to Cas, he himself having been to enough of the rehearsals whenever Dean was working them to know what comes after what. He had thought he’d feel a little different when the graduation would be his own, maybe with his best friend cheering him on and congratulating him with a kiss at the end, but instead Dean will be somewhere else making sure the entire graduation runs smoothly as a Marshall or helping the vice presidents run errands or something else that he’s done before.
Fred Rogers often told this story about when he was a boy and would see scary things on the news: “My mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of disaster, I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers — so many caring people in this world.”
A/N: This came out way longer than I planned but enjoy. Please send in requests.
You turned the corner quicker than you thought and ran into a woman. You both fell to the concrete ground hard, as the pain shot up into your arm you chose to ignore it and kept on going. You heard the women shout as you ran passed but you didn’t bother to care. You needed to get away and find Happy quicky he was your only hope to get out of this mess you found yourself in. You haven’t spoke in years but the faded crow tattoo was a constant reminder of the time you guys shared. Knowing that this was where he was located you came straight here to somehow find him. Before you knew what was happening your arm was being grabbed back, you went to shrugged it off but they place both hands on your shoulders turning you towards them. It was a women you recognize as the one you hit.
“I’m so sorry but please you need to let me go” You stated as you look behind her, making sure that they haven’t caught up since you last lost them. It was clear for now but it was never safe.
“You must have no idea who I am” She said with a laugh which made you cringe. You didn’t need any more trouble than what you had. Knowing she wasn’t one of them gave you some sort of comfort.
“Please let me go” This time it wasn’t a plea it was a demand and you didn’t want to hurt her but you would if it meant getting away from people lines of slight.
“I’ll have you know that my hu-” She started but was cut off as a women came into slight behind her calling her name.
“Tara. Tara Stop let’s go” The women stopped in her tracks as she took in your appearance. You knew who she was. You haven’t seen her face in years, you knew it would come to this but not this fast. Tara looked at the two of you sensing that you guys have met before which made her curious.
“Well what do I see here. If it isn’t a lost Old Lady” Gemma said as she placed her hands on her hips giving you a killer smirk.
“Old Lady?” Tara questioned, you knew she must’ve been one as well.
“I’m not a Old Lady anymore Gemma you and I both know that” You force out through your teeth as much as you miss her, she never truly understood what went on with you and Happy. But right now you didn’t care you needed her help.
“What brings you to Charming Y/N?” Gemma asked as she stepped closer to you taking in your appearance once again, she couldn’t help but notice the crow tattoo peaking out on your side.
“Happy” You admitted as you made another look to make sure it was still all good. The action didn’t go unnoticed by Gemma.
“You are in trouble aren’t you?” You nodded as she asked, there was no point in lying to Gemma. She knew you before which meant she knew you didn’t come back to start up some old fling.
“I need him Gemma, he’s the only one” She looked at you and smiled as best as she could. You still being here was a shock even more that you needed help.
“Get the car Tara we need to go see our boys”
Stepping out onto the car parking lot brought back so many memories. Even with only being here once before any Sons club at this point was too much. You felt a wave of anxiety wash over you. It’s been so long since you seen Happy you didn’t know what he was going to do. Would he still help you? You had nowhere else to go that would be safe.When you enter the clubhouse you noticed it still smell like old times, a mixed of cigars, whiskey and sex takin over the breathing air that you consumed. Sitting by the bar was all of the boys they looked up to see who was entering and when they took in the sight of you guys some of them stopped and stared while others look confused. Happy step away from his seat fixing his cut as he made his way over towards you
“What are you doing here little girl?” He said while looking at you with his famous killer look. A look that would sacred many but not you. It sounded like hatred in his voice and everyone could feel the tension in the room.
“I need help Happy” You told him as you looked into his eyes “I’m in trouble and you’re the only person that I know to come to” The feelings were overwhelming, you haven’t been someone Old Lady in so long and being back here was all you wanted. He looked down at you examining your now bruised arm from earlier and then demanded
“I got into some trouble with another Brotherhood called Hell’s Helpers. You know how good I am Hap at dealing. I had nothing else to do for years to keep me going but when I went back it was amazing Happy” You continue to say as everyone watched you two “They think I was ripping them off with one of my suppliers when I wanted out but it was too much for me to handle”
“You always found a way to be in over your head girl” Happy added with a smile coming across his face. The members that you didn’t know look shocked at the way Happy was acting they never seen him before so soft.
“It was one my peaks you loved. Don’t even try to denied it. You loved to be my knight in shining armor all of the time Happy.” You teased.
“Church” Clay announced as he got up from his spot placing his beer on the counter. The boys followed him entering one by one.
“We’ll help you little girl” Happy told as he kissed your forehead, then followed his club. They were going to vote on the matter and you knew it would go through. You were an ex-Old Lady in trouble but not just any ex-Old Lady you were the one that still held Happy’s heart in your hand. You both would give your last dying breath to each other with or without the club help.
“Come let’s have drinks girl” Gemma said as the doors shut walking to the bar. “I think we need to fill Tara in” With that you laugh and started to walk over because you knew that this would be your safe family once again.
I am looking for super awesome volunteer helper friends to do a cool thing to hopefully inspire some young kiddos!
My sister is a teacher in a small town at a school that could be described as a little rough. She is planning a observation and experiment night at the school basically a night for kids to come along and do experiments and learn about the solar system and get to use equipment the school usually doesn’t have access to.
Her goal is to get her young students interested in science seeing the beauty in it and seeing all the amazing interesting future career options available in the areas of science, medicine and engineering
SO what do I want from you? If you work in any of these fields I am looking for people who would be interested in filming a video maximum length 5 minutes and it has to be about a day in the life in your chosen profession. must not be rude as the children range from 4-12 years old.
You could be inspiring some underprivileged young kids to follow in your footsteps and get a rad as heck job in a cool scientific field. If you want to join in Message me and I can give you more info Or if you could boost this I’d appreciate it a lot!
I am a helper to a fault. I give and I give and I give, and I forget to make time for myself. I forget to recharge. I forget to stop, to breathe, to fill myself back up so that I can continue giving to others. Which is dangerous, and awful, because, eventually, I’m running around on E(mpty), and then also, eventually, I run out of gas. I break down. I cry. I feel guilty. I’m hard on myself. I have nothing left to give.
I know this about myself, and yet it. keeps. happening. Because I have to wake up each day and remember. I have to wake up each day and be mindful. I have to wake up each day and follow the example of Jesus in Luke 5:16.
You see, Jesus gave. Jesus helped and Jesus healed and Jesus saved, but Jesus also took time to pray. “But he would withdraw to desolate places and pray.” He took time to fill Himself up. He took time and spent it talking with God.
We don’t have a mirror above the sink in our bathroom and, to be honest, I kind of like it that way. So now, in lieu of a mirror, I think I may write down verses like Luke 5:16, verses where God so clearly reminds me of what needs to be done–of what’s important for me in my walk with Him–and put them on that wall. That way when I wake up and go to brush my teeth and wash my face, His Word will be the first thing I see.
“You just had to didn’t you, couldn’t just let it go.” You huffed glaring at your love who was finding a spec on the ground more interesting as you crossed your arms. “What in the heck where you think!” You pouted as he rolled his eyes. “You are making it sound like it’s the end of the world. It’s just for one day!” He resorted. “But you made a bet with Tony of all people! Did you really think you were going to win?” You asked as he shrugged. “Well how was I supposed to know that it was going to play out that way?” He asked huffing before you pinched the bridge of your nose.
“You know you aren’t alone, so hurry up. Tony desires our presence upstairs.” Loki mumbled before you grabbed the outfit before placing on the bunny ears. You froze before biting your lip as you saw Loki place on the black cat ears that matched perfectly to his hair. “Hm, kitty Loki.” You smiled as he glared over to you before you let out a gasp. “OH MY GOD LOKITTY!” You exclaimed jumping up and down. “No. No, do not. I swear I will disown you.” He snapped with a flustered face before you bounced over to him.
“Lokitty, Lokitty!” You giggle making him groan as he covered his face with a hand. He tried to glare, but with how cute you looked with the bunny ears perched on top of your head, he couldn’t stay too mad. “You are going to be the death of me.” He comments as you stick your tongue at him. “A very mature response.” He said quirking an eyebrow. “Says the man with kitty ears.” You fired back as he rolled his eyes. “Come little Bunny, humiliation awaits.” He sighed taking your hand. “I’m calling you Lokitty all day.” You grinned as he looked at you.
“Do it and I shall show you how this Lokitty bites.” He said as you blushed. “If you were a dog, I’d ask if your bark is worse than your bite, but I can’t in this case. You look as threatening as a kitten.” You grinned at your pun as his eye twitched. “You love to get under my skin don’t you?” He asked when you smirked. “Well your fur is soft.” You resorted as he groaned. “Are you going to make puns all day?” He asked frowning. “No, I’m done… For meow.” You laugh getting onto the elevator as he covers his blushing face when you bit your lip.
You arrived at the communal living room where everyone was lounging around as Tony sat closes to the elevator waiting for you. “There you two are! I thought I was gonna have to freeze myself like Capsicle over here so that I could see my prize.” Tony grinned earning a glare from Steve and Bucky who didn’t care for the joke. Loki looked annoyed, but you looked at Tony with a shrug as you two stepped inside. “You’re lucky you got us up here.” You said crossing your arms as Tony chuckles rubbing his hands together.
“Don’t you two look adorable.” Tony said standing up. “Why do they have animal ears?” Natasha asked leaning against Bruce as Steve held his hand up. “It’s not another bet is it?” He asked as Tony smirks. “That’s exactly what it is Cap. Loki here lost and this was the prize for me.” He said as Bucky looked at him. “That’s it? They have to wear animal ears?” Bucky asked before snorting. “Actually I originally wanted (Y/N) here to be my little ‘helper’ for the week, but the glare I received from him was more than enough convincing to choose something else.” Tony said.
“Do you want death?” Steve asked with a huff as Tony grins at the comment. You looked to Loki who held as scowl before you leaned over kissing his cheek gently. “Easy there… Tiger.” You whispered before laughing as everyone looked to you. Loki pushes you away playfully. “You know Anthony, I am being to be okay with this ‘helper’ idea.” He said as Tony’s eyes lit up when your jaw drops. “Bad kitty! Bad!” You said curling your upper lip as he smirks. “Huh, fitting.” Tony comments as you both look to him. “What?” You asked placing your hands on your lips.
“Nothing.” Tony said as Loki brushed it off. “We aren’t going anywhere are we?” You asked changing the subject. “No, not that we know of.” Clint comments from the recliner. “Good.” You sighed in relief. “Well you saw us.” Loki said taking your hand before leading you two to the elevator. “I said all day, and JARVIS will tell me if you take them off.” Tony smiles. “Because if you do, you’ll both be my little ‘helpers’ for the next TWO weeks.” Tony said as you turned to him. “Okay, you can say that. Doesn’t make it true.” You countered.
“Oh my dear (Y/N), I mean you actually can’t take them off. They have a locking mechanism, and that’s why they are headbands.” Tony winked as Loki looked ready to murder before you immediately pushed him into the elevator. “I’m slapping you so hard tomorrow.” You said before going back to your floor as you looked at him. “You good?” You asked before bending one of the ears down making a smile grace his lips. “You are adorable.” He whispered wrapping his arms around you making you giggle. “You’re adorable. Lokitty.” You said as he rolled his eyes pulling away as you whine. “Oh come on, don’t be a sourpuss!” You start to laugh harder.
You were suddenly silenced with a kiss from the God of Tricks when you look at him. “You are lucky that I love you, or I would have thrown you out the window.” He comments playfully as your eyes widened. “Rude.” You comment before he laughs. “What Bunnies don’t land on their feet like cats? Tut tut.” He said before you stick your tongue at him. “Come, this day is going to be long.” He said leading you towards the kitchen for something to eat for breakfast. “Oh love, you don’t need to worry. You still have nine lives!” You exclaimed grinning from ear to ear. “(Y/N)!!” He hissed as you giggled.
I just relapsed after almost 4 years of not harming myself. I don't know who else to tell. I am so sad and so ashamed. I worked so hard 😭
I want you to understand something.
I know it took a lot of courage for you to come to me. to tell me. to admit it.
I know the pain and sorrow and despair that drove you to it.
I know you feel alone and hopeless.
and all of that… is perfectly ok.
your feelings are valuable. important. and its okay.
I know why you did it. i understand it. and its okay.
but also understand this….
you dont have to do that. because you’re beautiful, and important… at least to me. if you’re reading my blog.. you mean something to me. if you gain even one ounce of improvement from what i write.. you are important to me. you matter. you mean something. and you dont have to do that to yourself.
you did what you thought was right for the time. theres no shame in that.
our mistakes are what make us grow. make us strong. unite us for a better tomorrow. Take the positives you learned from this and apply them to that future. throw everything else away… everything else doesnt matter.
its a new day now. a new chance. a new opportunity to take that one step forward. and you can… and you will… and i know these things.
you ARE strong… you have been and you will be. I have faith in you. I believe in you.
pick yourself up. get back to work. the road ahead is long… and I need you to be here. littles like you are what keep me going. keep me growing.. you… you help me. you are a great helper.
@chunex/anonymous requested: Love your fics girl ! You are an amazing writer please can you make a fic where Jason Crouse and his girlfriend have a baby boy ?! Fluffy and smut please ! 💖💖
Character(s): Jason and Reader Summary: After a long day at work, you decide to cook dinner for Jason and your son, Luke, while the two stargaze out in the backyard. Word Count: 3,758 Warning: Smut and fluff! Author’s Note: I decided to combine both requests since they were extremely similar! I have a soft spot for Jason and if you add in a child into it, well, my heart just melts into a puddle lol. Also, excuse my attempt at trying to incorporate dialogue for a three year-old boy haha. Anyway, to the anon and also to @chunex, I hope you enjoy this! I had so much fun writing it! :-)
HuMom has to sew qwilt for HumanAunt by twomorrow. Am try halp by lay on fabric and hold down so HuMom can pin but she tell me am in way! Excuse, am being GOOD HELPER. I gonna SCREAM when she move me from fabric. Rude HuMom!
I’ve seen a lot of comments saying that Sana’s season is too focused on things other than Sana - the Russ bus and Noora, mainly - and criticizing Julie and her writing for that. I, too, want more of Sana. I want to see more of her. We’re SUPPOSED to feel for her and want more for her. But, I would argue that, frustrating as it feels, this outward focus is in-character for Sana and makes sense for her POV.
Because Sana is outwardly focused! She’s selfless. She concerns herself with helping others. She keeps her head down for the most part, unless someone is coming after her friends. She really doesn’t spend all that much time thinking about herself. She’s been a huge part of building this support network of the Girl Squad. She’s been there for them, but hasn’t really needed much from them thus far. She doesn’t (didn’t?) know it, but she’s the glue.
And now, she’s having a crisis of identity (just like Eva, Noora, and Isak did). She feels as though she doesn’t fit totally into Norwegian culture OR her familial and religious culture, and she can’t ignore it any longer. She’s uncomfortable. She’s reeling against the norms and expectations coming at her from all directions, and she’s navigating all of that, trying to figure out who SHE is among all that’s thrust upon her. So she’s leaning into the Russ bus stuff. She’s overcompensating maybe. We all do that. She’s overwhelmed with her complicated feelings for Yousef, so she throws herself at helping Noora forget her romantic woes. She’s projecting. We all do that. I think we all know what it feels like to try and figure ourselves out, sort out our true identities from the shit that our environments put on us. We’re all doing this, all the time. Sana is universally relatable in this way.
We see through her conversations this season (and with Isak in season 3) that Sana is growing up. She’s learning that things aren’t as straightforward as she once felt they were.
Everybody goes through this… Finding out that we don’t really believe some of the things we’ve been socialized to believe. Realizing our parents are just people. Discovering that our friends may be different from us in fundamental ways. Learning that there are aspects of ourselves that are going to make us feel lonely and weird and different. Learning how to accept ourselves and let people see those parts. Growing to know that you can be “both a masterpiece and a work in progress at the same time” (I saw this in an insta post the other day). That you can hold two opposing thoughts in your head at once. That you can firmly hold some values and also ask questions. That you can know and not know at once. For me, part of growing up was (is) learning all these things and growing to accept the cognitive dissonance. Life is messy. Life is hard. It’s why we have each other.
And yet… Sana doesn’t HAVE people the way she needs them right now. And it hurts to watch.
I have been that girl. I am that girl. When you’re the helper type, the helper role in your friend group, people tend not to notice when you’re the one who needs help. It sucks, and it’s not fair. But you have to learn how to tell people when you need them. You have to learn to ask for the support you need. This is a hard lesson to learn when you’re the type to notice when others need you, and offer support without having to be asked. But, we’re not all the same. Some people are not as intuitive to your needs as you are to theirs. That’s okay. It doesn’t mean they can’t learn to be better friends to you with a little coaching. You appear strong (you are, but that’s not the point). You are hard to read. Most people can’t see you the way you see them. It’s not fair. But when you learn to say what you need, it will get better.
I went to reitaisai this year (2017) with bear and it was great. Here’s a list of highlights:
Onigiri (Pan-Yama-Onigiri) thought I was a dude online
Went to greet my friend. Found the space their circle was meant to be occupying totally empty. “Oh no,” I cried. “They must’ve dropped out at the last minute.” “Are you looking for me?” asks my friend at the table next door. I’d misread the booth number
Bear started crying when she saw ZUN
Saw a horde of several hundred nerds slowly decend upon ZUN’s booth, with only twenty copies of the new touhou trial left on his table
Went to RD-Sounds’ booth. All of his helpers wore lanyards with “I am NOT RD-Sounds” written in English
We sat down for a rest a few hours into the event. Bear opened twitter and saw a western touhou fan tweet “I just cleared the new touhou trial!”
Met someone who was so excited to see Bear their hands wouldn’t stop shaking
The wall circles literally chuck the money you give them into a giant cardboard box
The guy who draws the three fairies manga looked like he’d just walked out of a trendy jazz bar. I was in awe
The woman holding the ‘middle of the queue’ sign at Aya Azuma’s booth walked too close to me and her boob accidentally brushed my elbow so I really hope that wasn’t Aya Azuma herself because it’s gonna be awkward reading WaHH in the future knowing I’d touched the boob
When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day especially in times of 'disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers - so many caring people in this world.