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my name is Majed from Gaza. We miraculously escaped the ravages of war, and had to pay a large sum of money to escape💔. Today, my wife, three children, and I live in Egypt, but life here is very difficult and expensive🥺. We do not have a residence permit, and most of my family and loved ones in Gaza are still suffering in harsh conditions. I set an initial goal of raising $3,000 to provide for our basic needs. With your support, we can reach our goal. It is not just a donation, it is real relief to humanity in need, and a rescue for a family who is only a short distance from tragedy. Be the reason to change our lives for the better, and open the door of hope for us 🙏🏼. To help us, please donate via this link: https://gofund.me/f489e577

Again, due to my research I can share this with a peaceful mind, without the fear of scammers. Any shares and/or donations are greatly appreciated <3

SOMETHIN' STUPID

C.Howard/The Ghoul x f!reader w.c 2.1k

Summary: after 8 months of traveling with the well feared ghoul, you're worried you might have misinterpreted your long term companionship.

Warnings: use of nicknames(darlin', sweetheart, doll) fluff

A/N: I was deeply inspired to write this while listening to Frank and Nancy Sinatra's "something stupid". I included the song if anyone wants to listen along while reading! Sorry if this is literal trash yall, this is my first time writing anything in almost 2.5 years.

It was nice in Filly. A quaint little camp, yet highly functional. Each person in there had a job ordered by the gracious Ma June. Yours happened to be a bartender in the middle of town. You were grateful, it was one of the highest paying jobs due to frequent tourism of anyone who passed by the camp, along with the daily customers who would rather lose a limb than not get their daily drink. It was safe -despite being a bar you had multiple customers looking out for your safety-  busy and entertaining. You liked it a lot. It helped distract you when your well-feared companion was out on his own. Any time away from him left you craving his presence more and more. You always waited like a lost dog for him; desperate, ready to roll over and show your belly for any affection he might give. Part of you hoped that he never knew about your silly little “crush” on him, worried that it would ruin the peace you've made between the both of you, and part of you begged inside for him to notice the way you looked at him. 

He developed a whole new sense of kindness, appreciation, and protectiveness towards you; after almost 8 months of tension and brooding. It didn't go unnoticed by you. It gave you a false sense of hope that it meant something more, that maybe he felt the same way; but you kept those feelings buried deep in fear of rejection from what's come to be your best friend in the immortally cruel world. 

It was almost 10:30 at night, it hadn't been an overly busy day. No newcomers, just the usual customers. You sighed, you weren't supposed to clock out for another 2 hours and you dreaded the time you had left. Not because you wanted to stop working, no, but because you hated going home without Cooper being there. A house isn't four walls and a decaying roof to you, it was the barbarous ghoul you'd come to love. 

You were faced away from the counter, wiping down glasses and stocking them in their designated places for tomorrow's opener. A scratchy voice, thick with a southern drawl spoke up behind you, “Ya think this fella can get a drink darlin’?” You almost jumped in excitement. Your smile beaming with glee, you ran around the counter to give him a hug. You expected him to push you off, he had many times before, but he didn't. He reciprocated it lightly, his arm wrapping around the back of your waist.. 

“Someones happy to see me, huh?” he chuckled looking at you as you released the hold you had on him, walking back to your spot behind the counter. You grabbed a glass behind you and a top shelf bourbon you know he’d appreciate, “You're my only friend and you've been gone for two weeks, how could I not? Nobody to talk to besides Ma and these drunken slobs.” He gave a genuine laugh at that. You had to stop yourself from blushing, doing your best to ignore the familiar warmth that was rising up your neck. His laugh was pretty. Everything about him is pretty, you thought. 

You placed the glass in front of him, “Hope you  like it, somethin’ new but i'm sure you’ve already tried it sometime during your wandering.” A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, “Thanks doll.” You grab more glasses from the sink and work on mindlessly wiping them down. The rugged ghoul lets out a moan after his first sip. Good choice, you think, be sure to get that for him more often. You finish putting away the last glass and turn back to the serving counter, finding him staring at you. You raised a brow at his antics. What you didn't know was that he was festering inside. There was an incredibly close call during the last bounty, in short, a large gun threatened the strength of his cranium. He fought his way out, he always did, but now he finally had a reason to not give up, to not submit no matter how hard things got and that reason would stay with him for as long as you were alive. The cordial startle of your voice brought him out of his thoughts, “You gonna stay tonight?” Cooper breaks eye contact with you and sets his now empty glass on the counter; you refill it per his silent request. 

“Think I am. Got a bunch-ah bounties turned in, gotta wait till tomorrow to get the caps from Ma,” he says as he puts the glass to his chapped lips, downing his second drink in one gulp. He hissed through his teeth at the burn while staring at the glass as if he were looking for the lable. You laugh at the sound, “Thought you'd be used to the burn by now after all these years.” You grab his glass and set it in the sink, leaving it for one of your coworkers to deal with. 

“Why don’t I clock out and we finish this bottle at home?” you nodded your head to the gold liquid on the counter. He gave a simple nod, his hat covering the view of his eyes for a split second, “sounds like a good idea sweetheart.” You smile at his agreement. You walk behind the wall that the glasses sat delicately on, finding the notebook that Ma June used to keep track of clock ins and outs of her employees. You wrote down your clock out time, 10:42, next to your clock in time that sat after your name from where you wrote it earlier in the day. On your way of walking behind the counter you grab the bottle and gesture with your head for Cooper to follow. 

It was less than a 3 minute walk to your shared home. No, you two were not in a romantic relationship, you guys hadn't even fooled around even once in your time in the wastelands alone together. You were just the only person Cooper trusted sleeping next to when he eventually did need rest, and you the same. 

The moment you stepped in the front door, urgently followed by the ghoul, he dropped his duster and hat to the floor, letting his other accessories follow in suit leaving him in his classic pinstripe jeans and worn down button up. You turned around and laughed at his actions, “what was that about?” 

“Y’Know sometimes I get tired of these fuckin’ things, heavy ‘n’ hot, don’t like ‘em most of the time,” he sat on the arm of the couch in the process of taking off his boots. His admittance was laughable, the most feared ghoul in the southern wastelands hated his own character design. He let out a rough groan as he got the last boot off, leaning back and flopping onto the seats of the couch, his lower half of his legs dangling off the arm of the couch where he once sat. You took your own shoes off, placing yours and his discarded boots next to the front door. You made your way to the worn velvet couch to sit next to him, your thigh accidentally touching the top of his head as you sat, you mumbled a quick “sorry” and scooted farther to your now designated side. 

He hummed with his eyes closed, “ya got any more of that bourbon?” The bottle still in your hand you pop off the top and take a deep swig of it. You shiver as it burns its way down your throat and instantly warms your chest. 

“Yep,” and you plopped the bottle on his chest, holding it so it wouldn't fall and spill until his hands replaced yours. His calloused fingers graced yours and a spark of warmth ignited in your hand at the contact. He sat himself up slowly next to you, taking a swig of his own from the bottle. 

“I got something from a trader last week, I think you’ll like it,” you excitedly say, breaking the short lived silence. He watched with curiosity as you stood hurriedly from the couch and made your way to the broken down kitchen. Grabbing the item off the counter with a grin on your face you made your way back to Cooper. 

“No shit doll, where’d ya get this?” he says astounded as he grabbed the item from your hands. It was an old radio. He switched it on and crooked a smile as it cracked to life, a low tune of Things by Bobby Darin played. He closed his eyes and put it close to his ear. You smiled at his contentment, “You can turn it up y’know? I dont think anyones gonna hear it or care if they do.” Pulling from his ear and to his lap, he did as you said. The song crackling loudly through the speakers but still eligible enough to hear the lyrics clearly. You reach to gently grab the radio from his hands, setting it on the almost broken coffee table in front of you two. 

Standing up, you turn to him and reach out a hand, “Just one dance?” You did your best to hold your shaking hand still, the fear of rejection in any way from him made you want to hurl. But you had to ask for this, for the contentment between the two of you could end much quicker than it took to build. You had to let him know how you felt before the moment was too late. If anything the wastelands taught you, it was to not take the good things for granted. Don't waste time on enjoying them, because you may not get to experience that kind of joy for a long while. 

He looked up at you from his seated position, his hazel eyes hooded from the exhaustion that was finally starting to settle in. To another great surprise, he took his hand in yours and stood in front of you. 

“Only for you, darlin’,” he said suavely. His charm made your heart thump, and it was him who closed the distance between you two. Taking a hand of yours in his while his other sat gently on your waist, you instinctually set your other hand on the upper portion of his chest, just below where his collar bones sat. 

He began to sway and you followed in suit, letting the music guide the pace of your sway. He stared down into your eyes, they burned into you in the best ways. Your heart fluttered non-stop, this was something you couldn't have even dreamed of. Something that 8 months ago you would have laughed at the idea of. Resting your head on his chest, his chin rested upon the top of your head. You closed your eyes and tried focusing on the sound of his heartbeat, wondering if it beats any differently than yours, or beats at all. It's fast, faster than yours and you wonder if it's just part of the ghoulification or if he's as nervous as you are. 

“I love you, Coop…” you trail before you can even process what you're saying and your eyes shoot open. His movements stop and you stop with them, your palms become sweaty, terrified that you had royally fucked up. He lifts his head and you do so, scared to look up at him. He can tell. His rough hand reaches under your chin and cups your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. A new song plays in the background but you're unable to tell which one it is, the pounding of your heart becoming deafening in your ears. 

“Why ya always gotta say somethin’ stupid huh, sweetheart?” His tone is anything but condescending, which you are relieved about. His eyes continue to bore into yours, but they're soft, they didn't hold their usual stiffness. You break his stare and shrug apprehensively, not brave enough to give a verbal answer. You're brought back to his attention with a startle when he directs your face towards his once again, pressing his dry lips to yours in a hurried rush. You don't have enough time to react and kiss back before he pulls away, leaving you in a euphoric daze. 

“The feeling's mutual,” he rumbles as his sway starts up again, his hands going back to their original positions around you. Closing your eyes once again you allow yourself to be completely enveloped in his warmth. 

The bombs could drop again and even that couldn't ruin this moment for you. 

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i know you mean well promoting the story of happilygeneralhideout, but i regret to inform you that this user is a scam artist. their blog remains inactive past august 7th, and they have only one story in regard to what they have gone through. the message you received is but a copypasta they are spamming in the inboxes of other users, and their go fund me has not been vetted and approved. they have also used other sock puppet accounts to share the same story consistently, you can find their asks if you copy the text into the search bar as they have never used any other details. if you can, please direct your efforts towards uplifting other vetted palestinian users.

Thank you so much for the information, friend! I was worried something like this would happen sooner or later. Unfortunatelly, in every circumstance there will be leeches trying to make money off of people's suffering. I tried to scour my blog for the mentioned username but have yet to find it, but I'll do it one more time and put more work into fact checking future asks.

Hello dear.. Please don't skip my message My name is Mohammed, from the afflicted and destroyed Gaza Strip, where life has become impossible and tragic, and where we see death and pain every moment and every day. Our children suffer from hunger, pain, deprivation and lack of medicine. The war deprived them of playing, school, and their most basic rights. They are now suffering from woes and tragedies. 😭😭 During the war, my wife gave birth to a child and I could not find any milk for him Our conditions are tragic, and we live in a shelter that lacks the minimum requirements for life and is plagued by diseases and epidemics Please help me save my children from the hell of the Gaza Strip and provide them with a decent life 😔 Your assistance, no matter how simple, is enough to ease the burden on us and help us overcome our crisis. Please sympathize with me and donate to me or contribute to sharing the campaign and spreading it widely

Vetted by 90-ghost

After the fiasco with a scam artist I may take longer to post and share these, since I want to make sure that I uplift real Palestinian voices. Please help Mohammed and his family escape the hell that has become of their home. Shares and/or donations are greatly appreciated!

Some quick tips to spotting accounts that are pretending to be a Palestinian needing mutual aid. Please keep in mind that not all of them are scam accounts, and that some may legitimate blogs who just aren’t too knowledgeable on how tumblr works. This guide is based around what I go by when checking certain blogs and usually it’s a quick giveaway the blog is a scam.

1. You was sent the ask as someone who regularly shares Palestine related content such as regular news updates of posts by other Palestinians who are regularly giving updates. You may also get these asks from sharing a popular post that is from the Palestine tag. If you post often about Palestine, you will always start getting these asks. These askers don’t care if you state don’t send the asks. They will anyway. Unfortunately minors also get sent asks.

2. The ask has odd formatting such as having odd quotation marks in it or unusual formatting that may indicate it’s been edited and copied from somewhere else. Often the ask is the same thing as the post itself minus a link to a donation site. These asks rarely change so searching it should pull up if it’s been sent to other bloggers and sometimes the asks are edited only to add new phrases to them in time.

3. The account is almost always a few days old or a week old or long depending on how often they have sent asks. Usually some may even be an hour old and reusing a familiar pfp/ask.

4. The blog has a few Palestine related posts or posts from random tags reblogged to pad out length and then no more. They will have no original posts besides the pinned post while occasionally answering asks that they may have received but otherwise nothing else and no further updates given either.

5. They may have a Linktree link that is called “GoFundMe” as if indicating they have a GoFundMe there. However, they don’t. When clicked on, the Linktree actually goes to a PayPal account whose name may not even match the one their supposed name is. They’ll say it’s a friend, but it’s just the same person not someone else. You’ll see this same name across multiple accounts after a while usually giving away it’s not legitimate even under a different theme.

6. The text used by the blogs are often real stories stolen from legitimate fundraisers and searching parts of it in your preferred search engine should pull up the sources. These sources make no mention of a tumblr account either or don’t have the PayPal account associated with them in the info. Scammers often impersonate a real person in need and will ignore you if you show them the source they copied from.

7. Legitimate Palestinians often link to their own GoFundMe posts that their friends have set up or post links to other social platforms they are found on. They will regularly post updates when possible, post sources to support them when necessary, and also generally have some method of verifying their legitimacy. They may often share links to support others as well or give links to charities that have been shown as reliable. They will have more original posts than just a single pinned one and regularly speak to other tumblr accounts beyond just an ask. Please don’t bother them with asks about possible scam accounts. There are many guides out there that can do that for you if you search. You may find verified fundraisers too.

8. Scammers don’t know anything about Palestine and will often have trouble once you ask them anything beyond the mutual aid post. They don’t know the languages decently and you can tell it pretty easily if you’re one who uses it regularly. Whatever the scammers use is often just copied off the site they got the post from. Sometimes the text is just reused from past scams such as asking for insulin that doesn’t last long.

9. These scammers can and will use names stolen off real Palestinians to look more legitimate and trustworthy. They change names constantly once one of their PayPal accounts is shut down.

10. If you do see a GoFundMe link on a blog, don’t immediately assume it’s a scam just because it’s a relatively new account. Check the post notes to see if anyone’s verified the account yet or wait a bit as it takes time. You likely can search around to see if anyone’s posted anything where the blog has been vetted by others. You may also see if the GoFundMe is referred to on other socials or on lists that compile verified and vetted fundraisers.

Please don’t let these scams deter you from sending support where it needs to go. Even if you can’t donate personally, there are other ways to help. If you are sending money, please make sure that it’s going to where it’s needed and the place it’s sent has been verified accordingly. If you find a blog is a scammer, and have been able to prove it, please make sure to alert anyone sharing the post and report the account.