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Hey i just wanted to share a short story i did in school

The man in the dark

The man in the dark is often spotted walking the streets of Nuremberg.

It's the early 50s and Germany and all of Europe are recovering from the war as too many people have been killed and the blood is on the hands of Hitler and his men.

A man by the name of Amos Schuhart mourns the loss of his children and wife, he lost his children in the war as they were sent to concentration camps, specifically the one in Dachau. He was separated from his family and forced to work day and night. He was forced to work while his children were killed in the gas chamber. They were promised a shower but instead they were killed. After his wife heard the news she started becoming more and more frail and it seemed she was losing all the life left in her and then she became too weak to work and she too was killed in the gas chamber. Prisoners wore the same clothes as the fallen ones had. Now, in the broken bones of Nuremberg, Amos Schuhart walks. They call him the man in the dark, like he’s some phantom haunting the edges of the city. Maybe he is. Maybe he never really came back from Dachau. Maybe no one does.

The war is over, but for Amos, it’s still happening — every step, every breath is a reminder. The world pretends to heal. Streets are patched. Walls are rebuilt. Children laugh again. But the soil is still soaked in ash, and the air still tastes of smoke, if you breathe deeply enough.

He walks past windows glowing with life, and in the glass, he sees the reflection of his wife, thin and trembling, her eyes already hollow. He hears his daughter’s voice, calling for him in a dream, right before the metal doors slammed shut. He remembers his son’s hand — the last thing he touched before they were torn apart.

Amos wears the same coat he had in the camps. It's threadbare, falling apart, but he can’t bring himself to take it off. It still smells like them. Or maybe that’s just in his head. Everything is in his head now — the screams, the silence, the smell of burning hair.

He doesn’t speak. What’s left to say?

One night, a child offers him a candle in the town square, during a holiday he used to celebrate when the world still made sense. He stares at it like it’s a joke. A light? What light could possibly exist in this pit?

But his hand moves anyway.

He lights the flame.

It’s small. Insultingly small. But it burns.

And for one fragile second, Amos wishes he could believe in something again.

But belief died in Dachau — along with everything else.

Still, he walks.

With love

Stas🫶🏻

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House would have figured out what’s wrong with Will Graham after nearly killing him and would have been like oh yeah also your therapist has been feeding you poison chicken soup that’s why you’re getting worse, probably should check his freezer too the guys not subtle with the cannibalism. But it’s easy to miss all this when you’re getting bent over the therapy chair instead of sitting in it.

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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.

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.

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Help Mohamad reunite his family ❤️🙏

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. Your contribution 💪 will help Mohamad repay the debt incurred during this difficult time, cover ongoing living expenses for his family, and assist with the costs involved in bringing them safely to Belgium.

Mohamad has been a good friend of mine for years, and I’ve always admired his resilience and generosity. Any support, no matter the size, will make an incredible difference in helping Mohamad and his family rebuild their lives after these painful experiences.

Thank you for reading his story and considering helping a man who has always done everything he can for his loved ones. 🙏

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This is the first ever fic ive published

Based on the req from : https://www.tumblr.com/withlove-amber

Spooks and parties : ALDEN PARKER

The team had been looking forward to Kasie’s Halloween party for weeks. It wasn’t just the free food and drinks that had them excited, though—Kasie’s annual Halloween bash was legendary, with the whole lab getting decked out in an array of spooky decorations and themed games. Of course, this year, she had made it clear that everyone needed to bring their A-game when it came to costumes.

Alden Parker was standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his cowboy hat, trying to perfect his "Sheriff" look. His dark jeans were tucked neatly into worn-in boots, and he was sporting a plaid shirt that only just hinted at the theme without fully committing. He had thought of going as something scarier, but his colleagues knew he wasn’t much for the typical Halloween horrors. Instead, he’d chosen a simple western theme, nothing too flashy, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he should have gone bigger.

It was then he heard a knock on the door.

“You ready yet, Parker?” came the voice of the reader—his partner for the night—through the door.

“Almost, just give me a second.” He adjusted his hat again and ran a hand through his short-cropped hair. He really needed to stop second-guessing himself. He wasn’t the type to get wrapped up in these sorts of things. It was just a party. But then again, it was Kasie’s party, and she had a way of making everything feel like a high-stakes competition.

The door creaked open, and there you stood, leaning against the frame with a playful smirk. He couldn’t help but laugh when he saw you.

You were dressed as Cowgirl Barbie—complete with a pink cowgirl hat, boots, a fringed vest, and a sparkly pink belt. Your outfit was on point, playful, and, as always, totally you. You had gone all out with the costume, right down to the little pink sheriff badge pinned to your vest.

“Wow,” Alden said with a grin. “I don’t know if I’m more impressed by the costume or the confidence with which you’re rocking it.”

“You like it?” You twirled, showing off the full outfit. “Kasie said we had to go all in. If we’re going to party, we’re going to party in style.”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression half-amused, half-impressed. “Well, I’m not sure if the sheriff’s going to be able to take you seriously dressed like that, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

You chuckled, walking into the room and picking up your pink plastic purse. “Maybe you need a cowgirl to show you the ropes.” You winked, giving him a playful shove.

Alden laughed, shaking his head. “Guess I’m in trouble then.”

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As the two of you arrived at Kasie’s party, it was already in full swing. The lab was transformed into a haunted ranch, with hay bales, spooky decorations, and dim lighting setting the perfect eerie mood. The music was loud, and laughter rang out from every corner.

“You’re both late!” Kasie called out from the corner where she was handing out Halloween-themed punch. She was dressed as a mad scientist, her hair wild and frizzy, a lab coat covered in fake blood.

“Better late than never, right?” you replied, winking as you handed over a small pumpkin-shaped gift to her. “Cowgirl Barbie has arrived!”

Alden laughed, clapping her on the shoulder. “And I’m the sheriff. You can all rest easy now.”

Kasie grinned. “Love it. Now, you two make sure to enjoy yourselves. There’s a costume contest happening in thirty minutes, and the prize is pretty sweet.”

The night only got more entertaining from there. The team scattered throughout the room, dancing, chatting, and enjoying the food. Torres and Knight were showing off their matching “pirate and mermaid” costumes, McGee had gone as a zombie techie, and Gibbs—well, Gibbs was simply wearing his standard attire with a fake knife sticking out of his neck.

But it was you and Alden who kept drawing attention. You two were the life of the party. Every time Alden pulled you into a spin during a song, your cowgirl boots clicking in rhythm with the music, you both had the room laughing and clapping along. You kept teasing him about his sheriff “duties,” while he couldn’t stop cracking jokes about how he was the “lawman” of the night.

“Someone has to keep you in line,” Alden said, pulling you close after another dance.

“Are you sure it’s me who needs to be kept in line?” you teased, your voice a little lower now, as you leaned into him, your playful gaze never leaving his. “You’re the one who’s been staring at me all night.”

He froze, caught off guard by your words. “I—I’m not staring!” His eyes darted away, but the blush creeping up his neck told a different story.

You laughed softly. “You are. But it’s okay. I kind of like it.”

Before he could respond, the music switched to a slower song, and without thinking, you took his hand, leading him to the dance floor. The moment felt easy, natural. The two of you didn’t need words, just the comfortable rhythm of being in sync, enjoying the night together.

The costume contest soon kicked off, and of course, you and Alden found yourselves called up to the stage, hands still loosely intertwined. Kasie was grinning ear to ear, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Let’s hear it for the sheriff and the cowgirl, everyone!” she announced. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers as you both gave a playful bow.

As Kasie handed out the prize for Best Costume, she paused, her smile widening. “And the winner is... Cowgirl Barbie and her trusty sheriff!”

You laughed, turning to Alden. “We did it!”

He smiled, a hint of pride in his eyes. “Guess the sheriff knows how to pick his partners.”

With that, the two of you shared another look, the playful banter giving way to a moment of quiet understanding. The night was still young, but somehow, in that moment, it felt like you both had everything you needed right there: a perfect Halloween, with laughter, fun, and a little bit of unexpected magic.

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**End**

With love

Stas🫶🏻

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are you five nights at fucking kidding me

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When you're reading a fanfic and suddenly the reader has a name

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Um… yeah

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Me when someone says they don’t fuck with chubby reader fics.

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me for the past week and i'm so fucking maddd

STOP👏TAGGING👏XREADER👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏AN👏OC👏NOBODY👏 FUCKING👏ASKED👏FOR👏THAT👏OKAY???

The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.

IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!

There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.

I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.

SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?

Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.

And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...

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I needed you. My coven.

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Hello, Im Falestine from Gaza🍉🍉. . Im married and have son his name yousef , i born him in war.

Sorry if I am harassing you asking for help, I am extremely embarrassed and embarrassed of trying to ask for help.

I simply don’t want to die, I want to live I want to give Yousef a better life. Help me to escape Gaza

I lost apart of my family😭, my home, and everything I own. We are living in difficult circumstances. I hope you can help me by donating even a simple thing orو publishing 🙏🙏

My campaign was vetted by 90ghost🫂

https://gofund.me/7e05a237

Please help them out, it is truly terrible what’s going on over there and as much as I don’t like asking for help from anyone it’s the least I can do,I send all my best wishes and prayers to them.

With Love

Stas🫶🏻

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does anyone have like ten thousand dollars they don’t want

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My thighs are huge cuz they’re full of secrets

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This has got to be said more often

can we talk about david dobrik almost killing jeff wittek for a moment? Watching Jeff’s second episode of his documentary almost made me cry at how deeply sad it is.

The first red flag is that David asks Jeff, Todd and Natalie to become certified in sky diving for his big come back vlog. This requires them to jump out of planes over and over again, they then progress onto doing it without an attached instructor. At one point Jeff almost injures himself by being pulled off course by the wind and landing in a neighbouring field away from the landing zone. Not only is David asking his “friends” to risk their lives for content but he is not even at the ranch with them and is said to be at home playing video games. At one point in the video Todd and Jeff are shown creating video wills in case they die.

The video then goes onto where they were vlogging in Utah. David is operating heavy machinery that he is not qualified to operate and swinging his friends around on wakeboards, inflatables and finally a rope. Corinna is the first on the rope and is swung around so recklessly that she slips, luckily she is unharmed. However, the rope is knotted and it is easy to see how it could have become a noose and killed her. Jeff then gets on, it is clear that David is swinging him more dangerously and way too high all while operating the machinery one handed so he can hold a camera.

While this is not completely shown in Jeff’s video, full videos of the accident can be found on tik tok and twitter. David is swinging Jeff very high and fast when he suddenly stops the crane arm, Jeff then smacks into the crane arm at top speed, the rope is tied around his ankle and he drops, hanging upside down from the crane with his head under water.

Jeff stated on Logan Paul’s podcast that he broke his skull in 9 places and has metal plates holding his face together, his eye popped out of his skull. According to some reports he suffered brain damage and loss of vision in one of his eyes. He also required multiple surgeries as hinted at in the trailer for his docuseries.

What is most abhorrent is that David is in the documentary episode, grinning away, while he recounts how he almost killed his “friend”. David clearly shows again and again that he does not care if his “friends” live or die, he constantly puts them in life threatening situations for content and it’s despicable. Natalie, his childhood friend and assistant, puts her life on the line for his video and Jeff his friend of 2 years was inches away from being killed from participating in his videos.

This was entirely hushed up until recently, with Jeff being vague about his injuries and how he got them. David had everyone believe he was taking a break because he was being responsible with COVID measures while actually he had almost just murdered his “friend”. David’s return vlog was instead a tour of his new mansion and him flexing his obscene amount of wealth, all while Jeff was still undergoing surgery for an injury that David had inflicted on him.

Even after all this Jeff remains David’s friend, I assume he is under contract and has received settlement from David. But it is telling of David’s cultish friendship group that people will still be friends with him, defend him against recent sexual assault allegations which describe him enabling Dom to rape a girl and including it in a vlog, and be in his vlogs at all. What is he holding over them to make them remain friends with him?

Jeff is permanently injured by this accident and will suffer the consequences for the rest of his life, David does not give two shits.

David Dobrik is a monster.

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This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.