Has Anyone Made An Original Fanfic/story About A Paranormal Investigator Searching An Abandoned Building
Has anyone made an original fanfic/story about a paranormal investigator searching an abandoned building (be it a cabin, house, or mall)? While they're exploring the deepest parts of said building, they find a corpse, stealthily hidden. Its body is rotten—you can assume it's been placed there for years. The investigator stupidly caresses the corpse's cheek—and oh, its ghost felt the warmth of the investigator's palm.
Like a bittersweet (love) story, but the ghost and the investigator were never meant to be.
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This trend but with Kit Snicket.. ⌒(ё)⌒
A video of Palestinian man burning to death while still connected to an IV went viral after Israel firebombed a hospital and set tents on fire. I won't post the video or the pictures but I'd like to commemorated the victim.
This is Shaaban Al-Dalu. He had two sisters and a little brother. He was studying software engineering in the tent he died in. Shaaban was his family's sole provider. His mother died with him. May they rest in peace
Edited to add family pic
Help Iyad's Family!
Iyad @eyadalanqar and his family have been displaced multiple times. Their home was destroyed by bombing, and they tried to take refuge in Al-Shifa Hospital, but it was bombed as well. They are living in fear of missiles going off around them, and they are desperate for help.
He and his family, included several young nieces and nephews, are lacking shelter, food, and water. Iyad has also developed breathing issues from the smoke and phosphorus, and has been unable to get treatment.
Right now, Iyad has only raised €1,898 out of his goal of €40,000. Donations have been small and slow, and he hasn't received any for over a day. Bombs have been falling around him, and he fears for his and his family's lives.
Please give Iyad your support. He and his family have gone through a year of suffering and struggle. Please don't ignore them and let them down. Lend them your help and support. Share and donate, do whatever you can to help.
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A cursed thought, but I'm glad Lemony Snicket's draft adaptation(s) didn't continue, solely because it's 2025 — just IMAGINE all the "sigma boy" accounts using ATWQ Lemony Snicket's character as another of their jewelled "nonchalant sigma" idol; mischaracterise him as mysterious when, in his future, he becomes a wet, sopping adult who investigate orphans and a knack repetition of definitions..
i know i shouldnt be suprised but sinners being out for less than a week and already tumblr is fandomifying and 'poor wet pathetic cat'-ifying the main white man villain of the movie is so... disapointing??? like did the fucking point of the movie really go over your heads that badly or are you just willingly ignorant and stupid?
AND BEFORE ANYONE STARTS; im not saying you cant like remmick, he's a very interesting character, a great villain, and jack o'connell gave a great performance playing him, nor do i care if you think hes sexy, I think hes sexy
but i think to come out of a movie where vampires serve as a metaphor for how black american communities have the life sucked out of them by white people via cultural appropriation (remmick wanting to use sammie's gift to summon his own ancestors) and forced assimilation (all the turned vampires singing and dancing along with remmick's irish folk song and dance juxtaposed with the blend of cultures during sammie's song in the juke joint) and for your main take away to be 'aww the main villain is just a misunderstood sadboy' or 'idc abt the atrocities he looked sexy doing them (when the atrocities in question were racism)' then youre just being so disengenuous and antithetical to the whole point of the film?
and dont come at me with the 'let people enjoy things' bullshit, sinners is a movie FUNDAMENTALLY about racism and racial dynamics in the united states, and i do think focusing on your little y/n x [whiteboy of the month] fics and 'hes so babygirl' posts do actually stunt your own critical engagement with the message this movie was trying to convey to its audience
i think its also a disservice to remmick's character; the moral nuance that comes to light when you consider his position as an irish immigrant to the US, a victim of the colonialist british empire just like the black main cast (although in a very different way) and how, whilst his desire to reclaim his ancestry and heritage is understandable and even relatable, his pursuit of sammie and willingness to kill literally everyone else at the juke joint is allegorical for how, regardless of their own marginalisation, white people will prey upon and steal from black culture(s) and destroy/disenfranchise black communities to serve their own interests, and the movie is NOT subtle about this either, delta slim literally lays it out for us "white folks like the blues just fine, they just don't like the people who make them"
idk im yelling into the void here, the ppl im complaining about are never going to give a shit about racism or even just critically engaging with art when theres a new cute whiteboy to write fluff and angst about, but its just soooo annoying to see, yet again, how fandom spaces, which SHOULD be about uplifing and celebrating art in all its diversity and complexity, once again is nothing more than people ignoring anything that actually makes them have to confront reality and filing off the serial numbers to slot characters into pre-determined fanon molds so they can pump out incorrect quotes and coffee shop AUs en masse until the media iliterate heat death of the universe
Why are hospitality-related jobs so.. anti-ADHD? Like barista for example, sure, making coffee is fun but the environment forces you to squeeze information as possible; preventing yourself from forgetting them otherwise both the job and the customers be damned. I had shared once how my brain is processed is when new info slides in; the rest are kicked out. Tasks that were once "organised" in my mind are scattered like casino chips. My manager had to warn me these behaviours are inapplicable to other jobs because each action is sacred and I won't be accepted if I keep this up.
It hurts my heart because I can't change whatever I have. I can't stop thinking about the advise my manager gave me. I can't just admit I am neurodivergent or is suspecting so because shit! I'm a barista, I work in a cafe-slash restaurant whose customers are mostly seniors! There's no time for slow-mo and I had to act fast. I also need the money and the experience.
A cry for help from Gaza
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**Humanitatian support Request:Ahmed Naser Al Anqar**🚨🔈🔊
Hello,
I am Ahmed Naser Al- Anqar
30years old,married to huda Al-Mogani
I am Ahmed Nasr, Hoda’s fiancé. I will not be able to get married because of the war and my foot, which was amputated in the
bombing of the Baptist Hospital I have a brother named Mahmoud Nasr, martyr of the Baptist Hospital massacre. He has two children,
Razan, two years old, and Mahmoud,
four months old. They have become orphans, and there is no one to support them except us and God. My brother, Muhammad Nasr, has a daughter named Elaine,
who is 6 years old, and a boy named Nasr, who is 9 years old My brother Osama has a daughter named Amal, who is one year old A wonderful girl, but the war destroyed our childhood She is now infected with a virus due to lack of food Finally, my father and mother My father suffers from chronic diseases and great shock due to the loss of my older brother Mahmoud, who was martyred I am Ahmed, whose foot was amputated My mother also suffers from chronic diseases I hope you will help me and my simple family evacuate us from Gaza And the installation of prosthetic limbs for Ahmed And to complete my dream and study with my family outside Gaza
Thank you very much for your support and generosity.
sincerely,
Ahmed Al-Anqar
It is so rare, for a day of peace. So, so rare. For the Apollo cabin to be empty, for siblings to be busy, for the sun to be gentle and the birds to be sweet.
"Hey, Will."
So serene. Truly. Cecil lounging on Will's bed, remembering to have taken his shoes off for once. Quietly flipping through a comic book. Will, suffering but willingly, with his Calculus III textbook on the floor. Actually making progress this time, gunning through practice questions.
And Lou Ellen.
It always has to be one of them.
Lou Ellen watches, velvet skirts tucked under her crossed ankles, dark eyes squinting in contemplation.
Will barely looks up, scrawling something illegible over the most graphite-smudged paper maybe in the entire world.
"Yeah."
"Can we kiss for a little bit?"
That works. The slowly shifting sun through the dusty windows pauses. The chisme plants turn, slowly, shifting their stems to the center of the cabin. Will takes a full seventeen seconds to visibly separate from his textbook, process the question, and erupt into a shade of red previously unknown to man.
"Um," he says, or rather squeaks. "Yes?"
Cecil snorts, turning a page.
"Bicycle."
"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."
"Just like your father."
"Shut the fuck up, Cecil."
"I just want to try something," Lou Ellen soothes, potentially hearing the lack of breathing happening in Will's general direction. "Like, for science. That works for you, right, nerd?"
"Science generally begins with a hypothesis and due process," says Will weakly. But he dutifully crawls over to her direction, settling in front of her. "Um. Now?"
"Now would be great," Lou Ellen agrees. She tilts her head. "So do you just, like, go for it, or...?"
"I mean. In my experience?"
"Which is about to go from two to three," Cecil adds.
This time, Lou Ellen and Will are in perfect sync:
"Shut the fuck up, Cecil!"
Cecil flips another page and promises nothing.
The determination has slowed some of the blush in Will's face, containing it high in his cheeks. Or, well, spite. Cecil-branded fury. That does a whole lot of activating every modicum of ADHD impulsivity in Will's soul.
"Okay," he says, nodding to himself. He meets Lou Ellen's wide, round eyes. "Okay, so I'm gonna -- lean in. And we gotta close our eyes or it's weird. And then I'm gonna kiss you, okay? And you test."
Lou Ellen nods, serious. "Got it."
She breathes in, then out. She purses her lips, leaning forward. Her hands rest, fingers spread, on her knees. Her eyes flutter shut.
Will exhales. He squeezes his eyes shut.
He leans in, gently, and presses his lips to hers, resting a warm hand on the soft curve of her jaw.
"Hm," says Lou Ellen, as they separate. "Hm."
Will shifts nervously.
"You smell good," he offers. "And you taste like orange shampoo. In a good way."
Lou Ellen narrows her eyes at him. She reaches her hand out slowly, like how you may approach a startled horse, and grabs Will's chin with the tips of her fingers.
"Why," Will says.
"Hm," says Lou Ellen, again. She moves his face from side to side, inspecting. Will does not protest, but does choose to make an entirely unintelligible gesture with his hands. "You are hot, aren't you."
"Gah??" Will says. The confusions shifts rapidly from his face; his eyes widen, pupils narrowing, he tries and fails to pull slightly away and generally makes a collection of noises that boil down to hey, pardon. "I'm??"
Cecil choses this moment in time to tuck his comic carefully away, facing his friends in full. He also chooses to take this time to appraise Will's slightly squished face, nodding smugly.
"Yeah, he's a babe."
"Right, okay, that's what I thought. It's the bone structure, right, it totally --"
"Yeah, yeah, and the pouty lips, that definitely --"
"--you're so literally right --"
"You ever watched his shoulders?"
"They're biteable! Biteable, and when he plays volleyball it's like --"
"--yep. And his legs are approximately the length of the equator."
"Freckly, too, it's so --"
"His eyes??"
"I know??"
"Honestly wild."
They turn to him, twin dark brown eyes glowing amber in the sun, appraising him from his golden hair to his bare toes. Will, unfortunately, seems to be right on the urge of passing out, so red he has begun to glow, so warm Lou is forced to let go, and so lightheaded he has begun to sway.
"Hngg-what," he mumbles, eyes far away. "Wha -- I'm --"
Cecil pokes gently at him with his toe.
"I think we broke him," he observes.
"I see," Lou Ellen agrees, chin in her hands. "That's kinda cute, too."
"Oh yah. He's like -- he's never not a smokeshow, you know? Like he's hot when he's mad."
"Smoking."
"And the whole -- it's diabolical to say, but he's like..."
"Movie star pretty when he cries. Yeah, yeah, I hear you."
They turn to each other, lips pursed in thought. They turn back to their slightly dying friend.
"Hm," they say, together.
Will begins to pray. His father, intrigued, only shifts to better the lighting on Will's face. Will agonizes, shifting to pray to his aunt. This too proves useless.
"You know," says Lou Ellen. She taps her manicured finger against her cheek. "We could always share him."
Cecil raises his eyebrows. "We could?"
"Do I??" Will gestures wildly, face now glowing so brightly he is kind of hard to see. "Get a say??"
Cecil and Lou Ellen look at each other. They look back at Will.
"No."
"Nah."
"That's! I am -- taken, okay! I!"
Cecil snorts. "A long-standing crush on greasy Gerard Way does not count as --"
"It's not his fault he's greasy!"
Lou Ellen observes the boys. She hums to herself, rocking back on her knees.
"-- and he's hardly ever here, you met him like twice --"
"Four times! And he's charming!"
Hm indeed.
"I have an announcement to make," Lou Ellen announces.
Both boys stop immediately. Lou Ellen nods graciously, sitting regally on Will's bed. Will pouts a little, but says nothing.
"I am considering converting to lesbianism," she says solemnly. "I'm not sure yet, but I have been presented with a case and it is compelling."
Will and Cecil shrug, making noises of agreement.
"Yeah, fair."
"I mean, girls. I get you."
Will clears his throat. "But, uh. No boys? For sure?" His pout returns. It is indeed very cute. "Did I do a bad job?"
Lou Ellen reaches over and pats him very gently on the head. Her bangles get in his eyes a little. He blinks them away politely.
"Aw, no. You just seem very hung up, and I'm not sure how well dating Cecil would work, and no one else will talk to me yet."
"Dating me is an amazing experience, I have references," Cecil says, at the same time Will says, "Wait, still?"
There is a pause. Again, they speak at the same time:
"Stop using me as a reference, Cecil, gods."
"You want me to vandalize their possession for you, Lou? I would love to do that for you."
Lou Ellen moves to pat Cecil gently and condensendingly on the head.
"I'm good. Thanks, though. Chiron says they just need time. And perhaps an ass-kicking, if I feel so inclined."
"Sage."
"Good advice, that."
They all nod at each other. Wordlessly, they stand, returning to their earlier positions: Cecil, reclining on Will's bed, having abandoned the comic book for a nap; Will, poking at his math; and Lou Ellen, passing a green spark around her fingers and carefully Observing.
It takes her several minutes of reflection to blink and realise.
References.
Her eyes widen.
"Hey, wait a second --"
every couple of days someone makes a post on here that's basically "watch out for those scamming palestinians! they're really annoying and i don't like them, which disproves the extensive vetting efforts, because my discomfort is the most important thing in the universe" and everyone in the reblogs is like "thank god someone finally said something! i knew it! i had an inclination in my heart that those palestinians are dirty scammers all along and i was waiting for someone to confirm it! and now that you said you find them annoying that finally confirms it! wait shit that sounds racist i mean uhhhh it's so tragic that those scammers are taking advantage of a tragedy :( pretending to be real palestinians :( we all know real palestinians don't know how to use the internet :( thank you for talking about these fakers :(" i hope you all die
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