@fuzzyyouthcreation, the "donation" account you reblogged, is part of a scam account operation. You can find more about it here: https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/742772332577308672/scammer-pretending-to-be-in-palestine-v2?source=share
thank you! ive been getting lots of scam asks lately and forgot to check the blog before sharing.
reminder to my followers that if you'd like to help someone in gaza, project olive branch is a good place to find verified gofundme listings
you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
okay americans i gotta ask because as an European i grew up with lots of american shows and cartoons and in a lot of them there was an episode where they give the protags a doll or an egg or a bag of flour or whatever and told them pretend to be its parents or something
In the time you've known Simon he's never asked you how you felt. You assume he never gave your comfort much thought. He informed you recently it was because he didn't want to treat you differently than the men around you.
That dynamic changed last night when you fell into bed together.
"A little," you concede.
"Come 'ere." He drags you into the shelter of his warm body, his spot on the mattress already noticeably toastier than yours.
"So what happens now?"
He takes a moment to consider your question, or perhaps he already has and he's drawing a blank the way you are.
"We'll get breakfast, for starters..."
As you nod in acknowledgement, his nose bumps the back of your head. Rather than withdrawing, he snuggles closer.
"...and then we'll figure out the rest."
"You're not worried this will get weird?" you muse out loud, bracing for him to say yes.
"No. We deserve some happiness. Don't think anyone would begrudge us that."
"Do you think they know?"
"Pretty sure they do. Gaz told me to look after ya before we left the pub. Not in a sexist way, but...he cares."
Tears stand in your eyes, but not for shame nor hurt. When he kisses your shoulder your emotions spill. You realize he must have felt the subtle shudder in your lungs as he hugs you tighter.
If a worker who isn't the owner says ANYTHING similar to "I'm not really supposed to do this but-" and then does something that helps you, under no circumstances inform the business, including through reviews. You tell them that the worker was polite, professional, the very model of customer service and why you like to go there. You do not breathe a word of the rulebreaking.