getting jumpscares out here 😭
Great art 🫶
Just a reminder for any bloggers that are unaware—
The following blogs are spam blogs, all pretending to be Palestinians needing help in Gaza. They are mass flooding tumblr inboxes with identical text + emojis in order to ask for $90k USD.
Even when you block these blogs, they will use a side blog to send you seemingly infinite anonymous asks, and THEN change the sending blog when you block that anon.
At least 2 of these blogs have been confirmed by @gazavetters to be spamming blogs.
Here is the list:
mosabsdr
abedmajeed, which is now both aboodfmly and derawi1994, and which is also known in tags and/or blogs as:
Abdelmajed (tag)
abedmajder (tag)
familygaza5 (blog)
derawigaza (blog)
derawifami (blog)
(All of the above under aboodfmly link to the exact same chuffed fundraiser.)
nasergz
sajagz
abd20001
nasr-daher
Note: mosabsdr has a note in gazavetters' official vetting Google Doc to warn others of the spam behavior, since they are violating rule 2 (do not spam supporters or non-supporters).
Most or all of these blogs have replies turned off, so it's virtually impossible to message them directly and ask them to stop sending asks.
Please block, delete asks, and do not engage with these blogs.
To block anonymous asks: you have to wait until you get one, unfortunately, but you can then hit the 3 dots on the top right and then block the specific anon that sent you that ask. It's not perfect, but it's better than nothing.
Stay safe out there, and please donate to help Palestinians at this World Food Programme link.
Donate to Gaza Soup Kitchen
Daily Click for Palestine
eSIMs for Gaza
gazafunds Spotlight Campaign
Sameer Project: food, water, milk, diapers + medical aid on the ground
Ok another kiss meme but with Soundwave this time let’s go
Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.
I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.
Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔
But I don’t want this to just be a story of loss. I want it to be a story of hope. No matter how much has changed, I refuse to stop believing in better days. I refuse to stop dreaming of a future where I can rebuild, where I can find peace, where I can wake up in the morning without fear.
That’s why I’m here. To share my journey. To connect with people who believe in kindness and humanity. To remind myself—and anyone reading this—that even in the darkest times, there is still light. ✨
If you’ve read this far, thank you. I’d love to get to know you too. Tell me something about yourself in the comments. Let’s build something positive together. 💬💙
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.
Adam
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It's a place where the living reside, but they're dead! They're doomed to die, either quickly through direct targeting or slowly due to the absence of vitality in their city ⚚
Wherever you turn, you find nothing but death, displacement, homelessness, destruction, hunger, thirst, ignorance, disease, and rampant infection.
It's my city! It was fully with life until the butchers passed through it! Since the beginning of the massacres, I've been struggling to save myself and my family, but in these circumstances, your support alone has been and remains a lifeline for us. We still need you. The famine has intensified, and we're struggling to get even an empty loaf of bread. The displacement conditions have become more difficult than ever because we've returned to square one after the truce was violated. I hope you will not leave us alone, spread our voices to the world, please reblog and donate if you can. Thank you
>> Our campaign is vetted by gazavetters list at (#291) Momen & his family
Gaza is full of oppression #The worst is yet to come #Genocide #A resilient people
Perhaps it's just because I'm a short woman who happens to enjoy both frilly dresses and sex, but I get so mad when people say Ariana grande or Sabrina carpenter are encouraging pedos by uh .... being short, enjoying cute things, and enjoying sex. I'm sorry some adult women are very cute and hot and like sex. And it literally has nothing to do with children. The people accusing them of being creeps are the ones inserting children into the discussion at all. (hyumjim voice) And I'm NOT supposed to be creeped out by that???
Hello! I awoke to a surprise the other day to my account having being terminated :) not sure why and I have yet to hear back for why. I've sadly lost all my works as well as who I was following.
However I suppose this will help me make a new clean blog. I plan on posting new writings soon. Just thought I'd find a old work so a few old followers could find me I'd they want.
give me Optimus holding ratchet by his neck. He's disappointed in the medic for over working himself again. He's disappointed he allowed it to happen. It's alright he'll get him to rest as he slowly sinks his fanged denta deeper a small flow of energon streaming out of the wounds as the medic huffs and whines. Back strut shivering as a itch is scratched. A small tug has his voice hitch with underlining static. " rest. I won't repeat it dear friend." Is rumbled out of the primes mouth as his EM field hugs the medic in invisible coos and gentle touches causing a soft pleasure to cloud ratches mind. Making so sweet and willing to listen.
Give me Optimus that huffs at he to is stuck now as he holds the back of Arcees neck. " I dont need to babysitter prime I'm not a sparkling." Is snapped back with biting fangs. A growl and weight pushed upon her frame. Not enough to cause damage beyond just scuff marks to still heavy enough to make a message known. Annoyance no different than a cat scolding their kitten his audial fins twitched and flick. He'd let her fo eventually. When she learns to behave and not put herself in danger.
Give me a Optimus that grumbles as he scruffs Bumblebee. " hey they started it!" Hissed out in certain defense. Still,Annoyed, and Care I'd what flows around th two due to Optimus encircling them in his EM field. Primus he had yet to sire and yet it seemed he was just that to many of his younger soilders and scouts. Bumblebee being the one who often received his attempts to "ground" the scout. Small spats of hisses that soon dwindled into grumbles of a limp and submitting mech. It was almost enough to make Optimus smile if he didn't have a point to prove. A quick dig of his canines into the mesh and cabling of the scouts neck and he let go and softly lapped up the stray drops of energon. " Behave." He stated knowing it won't be long until he's pinning the scout again with a huff and churr.
Give me a snarling Optimus baring his teeth as he holds down wheeljack and clamps down. It isn't often he gets to personally remind his solders he chooses to speak rather than this. Keeping the others arms down but having his servos on the. Growls that vibrate the sensitive puncher wounds due to the primes bite. Many would assume it's out a malice. Perhaps he's gotten tired of repeating himself. And he has but just as he huffs and keeps Jack down its no different that a wolf keeping another member in pack from being reckless and causing trouble. Soon whrrs and tunes that could fool others of soon spilled from the wrecker mech. In plea of forgiveness and submission. "I learned my lesson damn it prime please?" Is begged through a EM field wobbling around them. A quick deeper digging o denta through mesh and the wrecker is released of the hold. Scrapes and mild denting follows through both of the mechs plating due to the scuffle that was started to pin down the cocky younger mech. Ratchet won't be pleased.
"I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel"Level 19 🎮 Ftm 🏳️⚧️18+ requests open Minors dni
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