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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️‍🩹

Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.

This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

Our Journey So Far

When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.

But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️

Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters ( #309 ) ✅️

Chuffed

Donate to Help Mosab saving who's left of his family

My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Life as I knew it has been completely destroyed. I have lost my home, my

Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.

Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.

With all my love and gratitude,

Mosab and Family ❤️

My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Chuffed

Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

why is this my most liked/reblogged thing. IT WAS JUST A DUMB SHITPOST WHAT THE FUCK.😨

my lazy ass after writing one sentence while writing a fic:

my lazy ass after writing one sentence while writing a fic:

My shaylas

go white boy goooo

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ♫ ㆍ,

request: " yuri school spirits x male reader? -🎼 "

a/n: ah yes, my 2nd request!! i actually have not rlly seen that much yuri stuff being written so this is actually a good change in pace!! SHOUTOUT TO @theseus8349 FOR HELPING ME GET A HEADSTART ON WHAT TO DO FOR YURI. YOU'RE THE BEST !!! anydoodle, HOPE YOU ENJOY <33

pairing: yuri x male! reader

warnings: nothing actually ! js two awkward sillies being awkward cuties !!

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YOU'VE been eyeing the kid in the back of your pottery class for a while now. He doesn't say anything. Like at all. As far as you know, no one talks to him except this guy in a blue football jock jacket comes up & rants on & on. The kid still didn't talk. And yet, there was something about him that piqued your interest. Sometimes you feel him look your way, but those are really just rare moments.

You haven't really went up to him. You were an absolute awkward son of a bitch to deal with. But your curiosity was growing more & more by the second. And then suddenly after class on a Friday afternoon, you were carrying yourself over to the kid who was still in fact using the pottery wheel. You clear your throat, causing him to look at you.

A slight glint of recognition reflects in his eyes as he meets your eyes - confusion consuming his face. Were you actually talking to him or was someone else sitting in his seat again & you were just talking to them instead? You awkwardly shift under his gaze. " Uhh.. hi- " You finally say.

The boy blinks, opening his mouth to say something but closes it again before looking back down at his pottery wheel. You start to lose a little hope when he removes his attention on you. " ... Hi. " The boy says calmly - his voice catching you off guard. You didn't think he'd actually SPEAK. I mean, a simple wave & you would've been satisfied.

Holy hell, you were actually getting somewhere with this guy. You compose yourself - taking a deep breath in. " I-I'm [Y/N]. " You say, awkwardly - sticking your hand out towards the boy's. He eyes your hand for a moment - not even sure if he could be able to touch you. His eyes flicker from your hand to your face before giving in & reaching to accept the handshake.

Not surprisingly, his hand phases through - but there was a slight crackle in the air when you felt the slight force of his hand. You although, were absolutely shocked out of your mind. Did this guy's hand just phase through yours??? Was he even a guy??? What the hell was happening?!

" WHAT THE FUCK?! " You exclaimed, a bit high pitched as you took a step back away from the blonde. The boy - whose name you still didn't know - didn't look bothered. Like at all. He just formed his lips into a straight line. You squint your eyes at the boy, leaning a bit towards him. The boy leans back away from you, weirded out by the closeness.

" ... What are you? " You whisper - mostly to yourself. " ... Can you back up? " The boy deadpans, causing you to smile sheepishly & back away - giving him some space. " Sorry- uhh- what are you, exactly? I know for sure you're not human. " You state. The boy sighs. " I mean, it's pretty obvious what I am. I'm a ghost. Y'know, the things you become when you die? " The boy retorts. You fluster a bit at your own stupidity. " Yeah- I-i knew that- " You say, clearing your throat.

The boy smiles just a little, somewhat amused by you. You turn around & grab a stool from one of the tables before dragging it over just a couple of small feet away from where the boy was sitting. You sit down, fiddling your hands as you look to see what the boy was working on.

" So... still haven't gave me your name yet. " You remind. The boy continues his work, opening his mouth to speak before closing his mouth again but then ends up speaking anyway. " Yuri. " He finally says.

" ... Yuri. " You repeat softly, smiling just a bit at this new found information. For some reason, Yuri feels the need to hear you say his name again. You have a nice voice. Calm, careful, & sweet but not too sweet. Just the way he liked it.

" Well, nice to meet you Yuri. " You say, snapping Yuri out of his own thoughts a little. His flicker towards you before nodding a little in acknowledgement - smiling back. " ... Wanna help me with this pot? " Yuri offers awkwardly. You grin a bit. " Really? " Yuri nods a bit. You chuckle just a bit nervously. " Okay then. " You reply.

Yuri gets out of his seat & moves over a bit, motioning you over to him. You both spent a few hours there just talking & making pots together. And then it was time for you to go home. And as you waved goodbye while exiting the pottery class, walking outside the parking lot, putting on your headphones as your favorite song plays while riding your bike home - you thought of two things.

1: Ghosts exists?

And 2: For once in your slow life, you couldn't wait for Monday.

Because you had a new pottery lesson to go to after school.

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a/n #2: i'm not rlly sure about this one! it was super short, but i was kind of doing school work while working on this soo. i might do a part 2! lemme know if yall would like that. hope you enjoyed !! :3

── DAMIEN ★

yuri school spirits x male reader? -🎼

*cracks knuckles*

you're the boss 🫡

𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 & 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 ? ☆💬。[𝐏𝐓. 𝟐]

continuation of this request: " PLEASE write wally clark x male reader !!!! :3 "

a/n: here's part 1 if you haven't seen it yet !! again, TYSMMMMM!!! AGHHH. THIS IS AWESOME. I'M GONNA BE SO FOR REAL, I STARTED THIS LIKE 2 HOURS AFTER I POSTED THE 1ST PART. I JS GOT RLLY RLLY EXCITED IDK. ANYWAYSS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SECOND PARTT!!!

pairing: wally clark x male! reader

warnings: might be slightly ooc idk. other than that, there's none that i can think of atm! :3

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IT'S been a LONG set of years ever since you dying. After your death, Daniel & his shitty friends had gotten caught on camera that showed footage of your murder & were later arrested. You got the closure you needed. The people involved with your death were brought to justice. But you still didn't pass on, for whatever reason.

You were sort of fine with it. That just meant you could spend more time with your mutually ghostly friends. Mostly with Wally. Oh, silly, bright, & ridiculously handsome, old Wally. The first person who helped you adjust to being a ghost. Over that time, you had became fast friends & eventually into best friends.

It was getting particularly lonely without the presence of Sarah after she graduated, but Wally helped you with that too. He was like the human embodiment of a golden retriever & you loved it. You loved him. Love was a strong word. A word you didn't truly understand until meeting Wally. And that word was creating way more definitions than you could've ever imagined when you were talking to him or was just in his presence.

Rhonda, Charley, & Janet could see it from a mile away. But you? You refused to. No way he would be into you like that. Or if he was into boys at all. So - being the stubborn person you are - you pushed those feelings into a cage, locked them up, & threw away the key before throwing the cage into a deep deep pit. You weren't about to lose the most important person in your life that made you feel your best just because of some stupid feelings that totally weren't growing by the second.

Wally had seen you drift off more & more lately. He didn't know exactly what you were constantly thinking about, but he didn't want to pry - being the absolute sweetheart he was. But it had drawn to a line when he saw you with your head in the clouds while you & him were sitting by the bleachers, watching the footballers practice. Well, more like him watching, but you get it. Wally nudges your shoulder, gathering your attention.

" You okay, man? " Wally asks finally. You nod. " Sorry. Just.. been thinking a lot. " You reply. " I can see that. " Wally says, laughing slightly - bringing a slight smile to your lips. There was a slight comforting silence as you faced back forward to the practicing students. Wally shuffles in his feet, his gaze flickering over to you as if he wanted to ask you something but kept second guessing himself.

" Spit it out, Clark. " You chuckle. Wally lets out a sigh of relief. "Right- Uhm. Would youuu like to.. I dunno.. go like.. stargazing tonight. At the rooftop? I uh.. I found a telescope in the science room's closet & just.. thought that you'd like it. " Wally says, stammering slightly. You couldn't help but widen your smile throughout his stammering.

" I don't see why not. It'd be cool. " You shrug awkwardly. The jock beside you brightens. " Cool. Ye-yeah that's- that's- " He says before clearing his throat mid sentence. " Uhm.. yeaha. Cool. " Wally says awkwardly before ultimately deciding to stop talking before he embarrasses himself more with his stammering.

" ... Yeeep... " You say awkwardly back before clearing your own throat. " I should uhh.. go talk with Rhonda, she said she needed to talk with me about something. " You state, standing up off your seat on the bleachers. THAT was a bold faced lie, you needed to go talk with Rhonda because you were internally freaking out over the fact that Wally Clark MAY or may not have asked you out to go freaking STARGAZING.

" Oh- Of course. I'll see you later then?- 7:30?- " Wally asks, fiddling with his hands. " Got nothing better to do. " You smile before walking off. Wally watches you go your way, looking at you adoringly without you even knowing. But that didn't last long because you look back slightly, catching him staring at you but he quickly looks away. You just laugh a little before finally being gone from sight.

God Wally couldn't wait to see that smile again.

──★

THE rest of the day really just consisted of you having existential crisis - trying to decide if this 'hangout' was a date. You couldn't think too much of it. You & Wally HAVE had hangouts before. This shouldn't be any different.. right?? Don't make it weird. You shrugged off those thoughts, trying to compose yourself as you made your way up to the rooftop since it was just about time to meet up with Wally.

You take a deep breath before pushing the door open, seeing the back of the jock that's been on your mind nonstop all day. You shove your hands into your pockets as you awkwardly make your way over - looking up in awe at the gentle stars that scattered in the night, standing next to Wally. " Hey. " You finally say. Wally looks over to you, smiling at the fact you were here. " Hey. " Wally finally says back.

You both spent around 2 hours just talking & looking at the stars. It felt natural talking with Wally. Maybe that's part of why you loved him. He was just so.. enamoring & comforting to be around to the point you just can't help but be drawn to the guy. God he was everything to you. You couldn't help it. Maybe it was the way he looked at you or you started noticing the small details. Like the way he nibbles on his bottom lip slightly when the silence gets too loud, or the way he'd hum songs by The Police unironically, or the way he looks at you when you even utter a word. Like he's hanging onto every word your saying like it's your last one.

He's so attentive when it comes to you & by god does it make you wanna kiss every inch of his face like your life depends on it.

" You're spacing out again. " Wally says with a slight smile, causing you to blink out of your thoughts - turning towards him. " Sorry- I was thinking about stuff again. " You say awkwardly. " Will you ever end up telling me what exactly that 'stuff' is? " The jock asks teasingly.

" I dunno. Will I? " You answer back jokingly with a smirk, causing Wally to laugh a little. The comfortable silence falls again before Wally looks over at you - taking in your side profile as observantly as possible. You didn't notice.

" ... Hey, Wally..? " You finally say after a while.

" Hm? " He hums back, still looking towards you.

" What would you do if you weren't dead, if you don't mind? " You ask. Wally thinks for a moment.

" ... Honestly, I'd probably end up playing football at college... It's not EXACTLY what I want to do but, it would've made my mom proud. " Wally replies. You tilt your head slightly.

" ... Yeah that's fair. What's the exact thing you wanted to do? If your mom wouldn't have pressured you into doing football? " You ask with a slight smile.

" ... Theatre. It's kind of dumb, but yeah. I've always been sort of into theatre. I wanted to be a director. Direct my own plays & stuff. " Wally shrugs. You just look slightly shocked at this new revelation.

" Really? " You ask again, genuinely shocked still. " Yeah. " Wally chuckles. " Wow. " You say with a smile. " I'm totally gonna use this against you, by the way. " You say jokingly, your smile soon turning into a smirk. " I knew it'd be a mistake telling you. " Wally says back jokingly.

" What about you, though? What would've you done if you were still alive? " Wally asks. You think for a moment.

" ... I would've been coding my way into Game Design. " You reply back after a while. Wally's eyebrows raise at this - almost making the same face you made just a couple of seconds before when he told you what he would've wanted to be. You chuckle slightly at his reaction.

" Yeah. I had an absolute thing for video games. My dad had gotten me Shadow Warrior when I was 5 & it pretty much changed the trajectory of my life. " You say, rubbing the back of your neck as you continued on with your little mini story. Wally hung on to every word - looking at you like you were the most important thing ever.

" ... You would've been great at it. " Wally states, causing you to look over to him again. " Y' think so? " You ask. " Yeah. Would've made a shit ton of awesome games. " He confirms with a grin. You grin back, looking down at your lap - not sure what to say. " ... You would've made a great director. " You say finally. Wally just continues to admire you - a surge of confidence running through him as he inches his hand closer to grab yours.

You notice. And yet you don't say anything. You let his hand rest over yours. You let his finger gently skid across yours before they thread between your fingers. You let him scooch slightly closer to you. You may have scooted closer to him too & you just didn't notice. It felt so.. natural. Like it was always meant to happen.

You finally look over - your eyes going down to both of your intertwined hands & then finally to meet the eyes of the boy you had been so enamored with from the start. You both stare at each other - the only sounds accompanying the both of you were the soft whistle of the wind & the distant sounds of cars driving by throughout the small town.

" Can I kiss you? " The both of you finally say at the same time - catching you both off guard. Wally laughs out. You do too. Then an awkward silence accompanies the two of you. You avert your eyes before looking back at him. " ... Yeah. " You finally say. " What? " Wally questions.

" ... Yeah. You can kiss me. I'm giving you permission. " You clarify. Wally beams almost immediately, shifting his stance a bit to fully face you. You do the same, swallowing a bit nervously. This was actually happening. No jokes. Was this a joke? Wally wouldn't be that cruel. It was Wally after all.

When he places his freehand on your bicep & leans in, you can't help but feel a little hazy from it all. What if he gets a bit disappointed from the kiss? What if you weren't good enough? What if it really was just gonna be a prank? The uncertainties showed in your eyes. Wally could see it. He's been waiting literally years for this moment & no way in hell was he gonna let himself back away from it now. He was gonna prove those what if's in your head wrong.

Before another 'what if' could form in your head, you felt a pair of warm & absolute cozy-worthy lips meld against yours. Your breath hitches - your eyes closing shut upon impact before you start to gently kiss back. All the previous self doubt in your mind had immediately faded away like dust. You use your hand that was still laced with Wally's - pulling his hand to bring him closer.

Wally - of course - obliges with absolutely no resistance until he's sitting on his knees, slightly towering over you as he gently removes his hands from their previous locations & putting them on each side of your cheeks. Your hands go to rest on the nape of his neck. The two of you just stay there for a bit. And then that moment unfortunately ends when you have to breath. You pull away from the kiss, Wally surprisingly chases after the kiss when you pull away. Like he couldn't get enough of you.

You laugh out between pants when he starts pressing kisses all over your face before he finally pulls away a little with an absolute lovestruck smile engulfed on his face. You can't help but smile back just the same way as you press your forehead against his.

" ... Was that okay? " Wally finally asks after just a moment of the two of you basking in each other's comfort. " Wally, it was great. " You reassure genuinely before pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. Wally melts into it easily, closing his eyes before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You seriously couldn't stop smiling. You got the guy. You finally got the fucking guy.

And you weren't letting go any time soon.

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a/n #2: YAY IT'S DONEEE!! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING THISS. PLS SEND ME MORE REQUESTS I LOVE SEEING WHAT YOU GUYS COME UP WITH!! THANKS AGAINN!!

── DAMIEN !! ★

Darkiplier based on Hearts and Heroes

I was watching Markiplier's video on the fangame Hearts and Heroes for the 15th time (yes, I'm serious, it's my favorite comfort video of all time), and got the idea to draw Darkiplier from Hearts and Heroes and put him in the suit we know him to commonly wear nowadays.

This game and Mark's video hold a special place in my heart, being my most favorite video in the entire world, and it's the most I've ever rewatched something in my entire life. Every time I watch him play, I cry, and I will continue to cry every time, even if it's just a few tears.

I've never really drawn Darkiplier before, so I hope it looks okay! It's a bit strange that it's in a dark blue, but something just lead to me that decision instead of putting it in grey scale or putting in full detail.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON THE SECOND PART OF THE WALLY CLARK X MALE! READER STORY!! IM LOCKING INNN.

PLEASE write wally clark x male reader !!!! :3

OK WHEN I POSTED YOUR REQUEST, I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I COULD JS WRITE IT LIKE THIS. I FEEL INCREDIBLY STUPID NOW. ANYWAY. YOUR REQUEST HAS BEEN ACCEPTED AND MADE!!! I HOPE YOU ENJOY <333

── DAMIEN !! ★

𝐢'𝐦 𝐦𝐫. 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 ☆💬。

request: " PLEASE write wally clark x male reader !!!! :3 "

a/n: first of all, TYSM ANON FOR YOUR REQUEST AHHH THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST EVER TIME GETTING A REQUEST IM SO HYPED & I HOPE THAT I GET MORE REQUESTS AB HIM. I RLLY HOPE YOU ENJOY <33

pairing: wally clark x male! reader

warnings: homophobia, bullying, slurs & death occur throughout the story. angst. yep. angst ho. yeah i just cooked your fries in peanut oil. whatchu gonna do ab it. /j MIGHT be slightly ooc, idk.

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YOU have been here at Split River High as a ghost since 2005. To say the least, it was a pretty fucked up way to go. I mean, most of the ghosts here at the school have had a fucked up way to go, but this wasn't about them right now. This was about you.

You were really just a regular teenager that lived around a somewhat fucked up time. You had recently figured out you were queer & you just didn't tell anyone. Not even your parents or friends. You had already known how people in your school were when it came to people of lgbt. Charley Horosa of class of '94 was a pure example of that change. He got relentlessly bullied because of who he was & he eventually ended up dying.

You tried not to let that happen to you. But all that trying ended with a rumor spreading around about you, leading to popular people who you used to have a neutral opinion about, turned into you having a burning hatred for. It started with only words that cut deep. And then those words turned into getting nosebleeds & bruises behind the school after classes. You seriously wanted to fight back. Every fiber of your body wanted to. But you just.. couldn't. You weren't brave.

You weren't the one throwing the punches. You were the one taking them. And that was your downfall. Not being strong enough. It was during the Homecoming game. Your best friend, Sarah wanted you to come with & how could you say no? You weren't really doing anything tonight anyway.

You had decided to go get some snacks from food stands just outside the stadium. While paying for snacks, you saw those fuck asses who've been beating your ass ever since the rumor started. You quickly excused yourself when you saw them heading your way, power-walking to a safe place before spotting a bathroom. You quickly walk inside - locking the bathroom door & backing yourself into the wall, on the verge of having a mental breakdown. You couldn't do this. Not tonight. This was supposed to be fun. You were supposed to be out there with Sarah, cheering on your school's football team & having the time of your life.

But here you were, locked in a bathroom while your bullies kept banging on the bathroom door, calling you names, yelling at you to open the door or else they'd do things much worse. This lasted on for 12 minutes until it suddenly stopped. You stumbled up on your feet, wiping your tears with your jacket sleeve - quietly stepping towards the locked door, pressing your ear to the door if they were still out there. The only sounds out there were the distant cheering as the Homecoming game starts.

You took a deep breath in, slowly unlocking the bathroom door & stepping out. You looked around left & right - seeing no one. Then you finally exhaled, walking fully out. You then look to your right again, seeing a boy your age in footballer gear. You've never seen him before. You'd DEFINETLEY notice a handsome person like him before. Why wasn't he in the game? It was starting, right? You shook it off. It wasn't your business anyway.

You didn't even get five steps in before being tackled by one of your bullies who had been hiding just behind the corner. You tried pushing him off, grunting as the bully punched you in the face - eventually all the bullies started kicking you on the ground, one of them even managing to kick you in the face. HARD. They relented for a moment, starting to make teasing jabs at you.

" You have enough yet, faggot? " The bully on top of you named Daniel retorts.

" ... Fuck off, Daniel. " You retort back angrily, spitting out a gob of blood right in his face. Daniel grunts, wiping the blood off his face. The brunette grabs you by the hair, bashing your head into the ground while muttering 'little shit'. You groan out as you try to stay awake. Throughout your vision blurry you could make out the appearance of the boy from earlier, rushing over to what was happening. You felt the press of Daniel's knee on your shoulder as his hands wrapped around your throat.

Then you heard one of the bullies say 'finish him off'. And Daniel did. You struggled & tried to fight back as Daniel used his bare hands to strangle you. Tears crept up in your eyes as you tried to gasp for air - punching at Daniel's chest. It didn't last long before you grew weaker & weaker, eventually going limp. You didn't wake up until a couple of minutes later by a soft tap on the cheek.

But you didn't awake as the same you as before. No, you were something.. different. You woke up to see a pair of pretty brown eyes staring back at you.

" Hey, hey, take it easy yeah? You just took a really bad beating. " The boy in front of you said as you sat up. You were confused. Why did you feel so different? Seriously, who was this boy in front of you & why hadn't he helped you before you had just took a massive ass beating?

" Who the fuck are you? " You finally say in confusion but before the boy could answer, the sound of a shrill scream cuts him off. You look behind him to see Sarah, who came to find you after you'd been missing for 20 minutes. You quickly stood up, running over to her.

" Sarah?? Sarah! What's wrong? " You say, trying to talk to her but she seemed to not be listening. You try to grab her attention again & then...

She walks through you.

And an overwhelming shiver overcomes you as you slowly turn around - your eyes meeting your limp corpse. Oh god. Your breath catches in your throat, clasping your hand against your mouth to stop yourself from letting out a strong sob. You shut your eyes, trying to block out the image of your cold body that melted itself into the confines of your brain. You felt the gentle brush of a hand land on your shoulder - closely pulling you into a hug as you finally choke out a strangled cry.

You were dead.

And there was no changing that.

But at least there was good company.

──★

a/n #2: HAI EVERYONE!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THISS!! WHILE WRITING THIS, I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS INTO TWO PARTS - IDK YET! THEIR MIGHT BE MORE PARTS, I'M NOT SURE. YOU'LL JS HAVE TO FIND OUT. ANYWAY, I'M PRETTY SURE I DID PRETTY WELL BUT I WANNA HEAR WHAT YOU GUYS THINK! MAYBE GIVE ME SOME POINTERS OR ADVICE. EITHER WAY, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!! STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT PART !! :P

── DAMIEN !! ★

edit; here's part 2 nerds :3

OK. I REEAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLYYYYYYY WANNA WRITE SMTHIN AB STEVE HARRINGTON OR WALLY CLARK. SOMEONE SEND ME REQUESTS I BEG OF THEE😔

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Help a Family in Need

I am reaching out on behalf of my dear friend, Mohamad S., who is facing one of the most challenging times of his life. Mohamad is 37 years old and left his homeland in 2015 in search of a safer and better future. He’s a kind, hardworking man, and his small family has always been his greatest priority.

Living abroad, Mohamad has recently endured unimaginable loss and financial strain. Amidst the ongoing conflict in his homeland, his mother passed away, leaving behind his sister and her five young children—the last remaining members of his immediate family.

As the situation worsened, Mohamad managed to help his sister and her children escape to safety in Egypt, covering their immediate needs and securing a temporary refuge for them. Since then, he has been fully responsible for providing everything they need to survive during this transition.

In his efforts to support his family and cope with this devastating loss, Mohamad has found himself deeply in debt. To make matters even more difficult, he recently underwent knee surgery, which limits his ability to return to work for the foreseeable future. This has made it even harder for him to manage his financial responsibilities and the pressing need to provide his family with a stable future.

Mohamad is now working to bring his sister and her five children to join him in Belgium, where he hopes they can find stability and opportunity after all they’ve endured. This transition, however, requires significant resources that he is currently unable to meet alone.

For privacy reasons, we are not sharing Mohamad’s full name, as he has chosen to keep his identity discreet. While he initially refused the idea of asking for help, I couldn’t stand by and watch him struggle alone. I insisted on doing this for him because he deserves a chance to overcome these challenges.

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hiya !! i'm damien or kai. i'm 14 years old & i'm starting to try to learn how to write. moreso, 'cuz it's just a hobby that i wanna get better at - but also to show off my work. PLEASE give me writing advice 'cuz as far as I know, I am NOT good at it. i wanna do mostly x readers but i can do other ships too! (ex: poolverine or steddie.) i'm in a LOT of fandoms, so please go check out my strawpage to see the list of fandoms i'm in, 'cuz even I can't remember most of 'em. i used to post a lot of pedro pascal stuff, but then i grew outta that hyperfixiation & js stopped posting on tumblr for a bit BUT IM BACK AND I AM MOTIVATED THAN EVER!!!

i will NOT write smut, due to me being uncomfortable with it. again, criticism is more than welcome since it's like my first time doing this sort of thing. pleaaaaase go check out @fictionalsownme cuz they're my biggest inspiration for this sort of thing!! anyway, yeah! tysm!! hope you enjoy your time in my little corner :))

guys... GUYS.... THEY'RE LITERALLY THE SAME PERSON????- WHY HAS NO ONE TALKED ABOUT THIS WHAT. HELLOOOO??

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reblog if you're a sick individual who's attracted to women over 30

hi. my thoughts on the season finale for school spirits (!obvious spoilers btw, don't read if you haven't seen episode 8!)

HEY SO. WHAT THE FUCK GUYS. IS SIMON DEAD OR DID HE SOMEHOW LEAVE HIS BODY??? WHAT THE HELL. ALSO XAVIER CAN SEE GHOSTS NOW??? HOLY SHIT. ANOTHER THING. WALLY CAN'T CROSSOVER YET. NO WAY HE WOULDN'T. IM GONNA CRY IF HE CROSSES OVER. YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME PARAMOUNT. HOW DARE YOU PARAMOUNT. I NEED A SEASON 3 ASAP. NEOWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! 😡😡ANOTHER THING. PLEASSEEEE PUT QUINN AND RHONDA TOGETHER THAT'D ACTUALLY BE SO FREAKING CUTE OMFG. also happy b-day milo yippee <33 (yes ikr, two posts in one day this is crazyy for me. especially since i dont even post that much.)

me after watching the first ep of daredevil: born again. what the fuck guys. seriously. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT DO THEY GET OUT OF THIS.

chat... we are so so back. (im actually tweaking rn ehehe)

yall pls tell me i aint the only one who has little headcanons for y/n whenever i read like x reader fanfics. like i have this one headcanon where us - the reader - are like the voices in their head that they just refuse to listen to. like y/n does something completely idiotic and we're just screaming and y/n's trying their hardest to ignore it lmfao.

happy halloween people :P it has been like... SO SO SO SO SOOOOO long since i've posted a genuine thingamajig but FR this time. i'm back. right now i'm working on the draft of the miguel 'ohara x reader oneshot so dw! that'll be coming more sooner than you think. ILY GUYS!!1 BUH BYEEE

GO WATCH IT YESSIR!!!!!111

ATTENTION INDIEGAMEHORRORMOVIE FANS <3

Markpiler uploaded!

The Edge of Sleep, a TV adaptation of the podcast of the same name (Mark stars as the main character in both), is coming out this October 18th on a streaming platform that Mark was not legally allowed to mention. He says that if we can get this show into the top 10 on that site, then it will "open doors" for iron lung.

As someone who is a big fan of Mark and is heavily anticipating Iron Lung, I feel like spreading this message. LETS GET WATCHING!

small update on that birthday week story thing..

ok im gonna be completely honest...

i genuinely had NO motivation to do that freaking thing. like my adhd was PHYSICALLY stopping me from writing. 💀

SO! here's what i'll do. I'll write that miguel x reader BUT it's gonna take a bit of a while cuz I have to do a lot of more stuff outside of tumblr. hopefully you guys'll understand and will wait for me on this one. thanks again <33

HEY GUYS! I'M BACK AND I'M STRONGER THAN EVER! AND GUESS WHAT?? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! SEND ME SOME REQUESTS :))

(Note: I will not write any smut, since I am not comfortable with writing that type of stuff. No incest, rape, etc will not be written here either. Mentions of it will occur in angst fanfics, drabbles & such if requested.)

May the Fourth be with you all!

YEAHHHH!!! STAR WARS DAY BITCHES!!! Istg i love this day so much. Love you guys!