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I have devastating news. I’m Musab Ahmed, and for no clear reason, GoFundMe disabled the contact that was responsible for receiving and transferring the funds from my campaign to me, starting April 21st, 2025. Even though I had raised 24% of my goal, I was unable to access any of the money I worked so hard to collect. We tried reaching out to them multiple times, but they haven’t responded, and now I’ve been forced to start over from scratch.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I nearly had a heart attack from the shock and stress — especially after all the hope and effort I poured into that campaign.
Here is the link to my new fundraiser. Please, if you can donate or even just share it, your support would mean the world to me. I urgently need the funds, as I still haven’t been able to undergo the second surgery for my shoulder, and things are getting harder by the day.
I’ve been verified by @gazavetters
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More Hamzah fics PLEASEEEE
the BLONDE
teenage dirtbag hamzah and reader
It was 2 a.m., and the whole world was quiet except for the hum of the bathroom light and the faint scratch of a record spinning in the next room. The tile was cold under her knees, and Hamzah sat on the closed toilet lid, knees spread, head bowed slightly as she ran gloved fingers through his hair. His roots had grown out, dark waves creeping past the bleach, and he had been dragging his feet about re-dyeing them. But tonight, somewhere between a lazy kiss and a cigarette on the fire escape, she had decided for him.
“You’re dramatic, you know that?” she murmured, combing through the strands, sectioning them with careful fingers.
Hamzah smirked, eyes half-lidded. “You love it.”
She did. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t.
Outside, the city was restless, cars rolling slow down wet pavement, a couple arguing on the next block, a distant dog barking at nothing. But in here, it was just them. The sharp scent of bleach, the softness of his hair between her fingers, the quiet intimacy of the moment.
“You always do this for yourself?” she asked, dipping the brush into the mixture.
“Yeah.” He yawned, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand. “Tried to get Martin to help me once, but he almost burned my scalp off.”
She laughed softly. “Well, I won’t let you go bald. Again. Hold still.”
He closed his eyes as she worked, pressing her thumb to his forehead when he leaned too far forward. The silence between them was easy, comfortable, stretching out in the dim light. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the steady rise and fall of his breath.
“You ever think about just keeping it natural?” she asked after a while.
Hamzah cracked one eye open, smirking. “You don’t like the blonde?”
“I like you, dumbass.” She flicked his forehead lightly. “Just wondering.”
He hummed, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t know. It’s just… me, I guess. Feels like I should be like this.”
She understood that more than she could put into words.
She finished applying the dye and leaned back on her heels, peeling off the gloves. “Alright, we wait.”
Hamzah stretched, rolling his neck before grabbing her wrist and tugging her toward him. “C’mere.”
She let herself be pulled onto his lap, arms draped over his shoulders, fingers tangling loosely in the still-damp strands at the nape of his neck. He smelled like soap and bleach and cigarettes. Like him.
“You tired?” she murmured.
He hummed again, a little softer this time, forehead pressing to hers. “Not if you stay.”
She smiled, fingertips tracing lazy circles at the base of his skull. “I’m not going anywhere.”
And she meant it.
The bleach had been sitting long enough, and now it was time to rinse. She nudged Hamzah’s knee, motioning for him to stand. He groaned dramatically, stretching his arms before rolling his shoulders and stepping toward the sink.
“Alright, put your head down,” she instructed, turning on the faucet, testing the water with her fingers until it was just warm enough.
Hamzah bent over the sink, arms braced on either side. She ran her fingers through his hair as the water rushed over it, watching the bleach swirl away in pale, milky streaks. His dark roots were gone now, replaced with that familiar platinum blonde that somehow suited him so well.
“You okay?” she asked, kneading her fingertips against his scalp, gentle but firm.
Hamzah exhaled through his nose. “Feels nice,” he muttered, voice slightly muffled by the sink.
She smiled to herself, rinsing out the last bit of bleach, then reached for the towel. “Alright, you’re done.”
Hamzah lifted his head, shaking out his hair like a wet dog before she could wrap the towel around him properly. She swatted his shoulder. “You’re irritating.”
He grinned, wrapping the towel around his head like some dramatic movie star. “I’m beautiful.”
She rolled her eyes, dragging him over to sit on the edge of the tub. “Sit still, I need to dry it.”
Hamzah sat obediently, hands resting in his lap as she plugged in the blow dryer. It roared to life, sending warm air rushing through his damp hair. She combed through it with her fingers, tousling it slightly, watching as the color settled in fully under the heat.
His eyes fluttered shut again, that same relaxed expression he had when she was running her fingers through his hair earlier. It was rare, seeing him this still, this quiet in a way that wasn’t wrapped in nervous energy or some joke he was waiting to deliver.
“You’re like a cat,” she said over the hum of the dryer.
Hamzah cracked one eye open. “Yeah? That’s pretty weird I’m not a cat?”
She smirked, switching the dryer off. “Nah. Just saying you like being taken care of.”
His lips parted slightly, like he was going to argue, but then he just shrugged, smirking. “Maybe I just like when you do it.”
She flicked his forehead again. “Cheesy.”
“Maybe.” He leaned back against the wall, looking up at her, brown eyes still half-lidded, long lashes casting shadows against his cheekbones. “But you like it.”
She ran her fingers through his now-dry hair, feeling the soft texture of it under her touch. He was right. She did.
But then she tugged lightly at one of the uneven strands near the back of his neck. “You need a haircut.”
Hamzah groaned, slumping dramatically against the wall. “I just got my hair done, and now you wanna chop it off? You’re fucked up.”
She rolled her eyes. “You can stop by my dad’s shop. I’ll tell him to fix it up for you.”
Hamzah immediately sat up straighter, brows lifting in mild alarm. “Your dad?”
“Yeah,” she said, completely nonchalant. “What, you scared?”
Hamzah rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “I dunno. I feel like he already thinks I’m weird.”
She raised an eyebrow, amused. “Why would he think that?”
He scoffed, throwing his hands up. “Because I am weird! And I always say the wrong thing! And I— I dunno, I feel like dads don’t usually like me.”
She laughed softly, leaning down a little. “Well, lucky for you, he doesn’t hate you. He actually thinks you’re funny.”
Hamzah blinked. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” she smirked. “But now that you’re all nervous about it, maybe I should warn him that you’re a weirdo before you show up.”
Hamzah groaned again, covering his face with his hands. “Forget the haircut. I’ll just grow it out, become a new person. Change my name. Start a new life.”
She tugged at his hair again. “Oh, shut up. You’re coming.”
Hamzah sighed heavily, letting his hands drop. He looked up at her again, still slightly wary. “…Fine. But if your dad actually does think I’m weird, I’m blaming you.”
She grinned. “Deal.”
I accidentally deleted something I’ve been working very hard on since last night and I’m so sick so this is very lazy but I’m so upset pls
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treat me like a FOOL
nate and preppy reader
“treat me mean and cruel, but love me”
Their relationship is like something out of a soft, sunlit dream, the kind where everything feels simpler and sweeter, even when the world outside is hectic. Nate, with his laid-back nature, has always been drawn to her, this perfect mix of grace, warmth, and discipline. She, with her impeccable charm and fiery spirit, can’t help but soften around him. When they’re together, everything around them fades into the background. It’s just the two of them, laughing over the smallest things, sharing moments that feel timeless and tender.
Her parents don’t exactly see them as the perfect match. They don’t come right out and say it, but their eyes speak volumes when they’re around. They think it’s just a high school fling, one of those relationships that’ll burn brightly and fade away. They can’t imagine their daughter with someone like Nate. He’s not exactly the type they pictured for her, laid-back, a little unpredictable, not someone who fits the mold of what they’d want for their perfect, poised daughter. But she doesn’t care. What they don’t understand is that this isn’t just some teenage rebellion to get under their skin. It’s real. Nate makes her feel seen and understood, like she can just be herself without all the expectations hanging over her head.
Nate adores her. It’s almost to a fault. He’s completely, utterly obsessed with her in the purest, most innocent way. He loves the way her voice sounds when she’s serious, how her eyes light up when she talks about something she’s passionate about. He doesn’t need anything grand or perfect. Just her. And despite all the times she can be a little sharp with him, snapping when she’s stressed or frustrated, he doesn’t mind. In fact, he finds it endearing in a way. There’s a charm to how she’s so sure of herself, even when she’s not feeling perfect, and it draws him in even more. He doesn’t ever question why she chose him. He knows better than to ruin the magic of it all by overthinking. Why ask such a stupid question when what they have is enough?
They’re the couple everyone sees and assumes is just a fleeting thing. But the truth is, they can’t go long without being together. It’s not out of neediness, it’s simply that they fit. They balance each other, like two pieces of a puzzle that somehow match even when no one expects them to. There’s no big drama, no grand gestures. Just quiet, little moments: the way Nate lights up when she walks into a room, the way she lets her guard down when they’re alone together, even if she’s pretending not to care about how much she’s giving away.
Their love is innocent, pure, and a bit like puppy love, fresh and untainted, full of surprises and little quirks. People may not get it, but they don’t need to. They don’t need to explain themselves to anyone. It just works, and that’s all that matters. When Nate looks at her, it’s like he’s seeing everything he’s ever wanted in a way that feels both surreal and completely real. And when she looks at him, there’s a softness in her eyes that tells the story of everything she feels but doesn’t always say aloud. They’re young, but in each other, they’ve found something timeless.
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Okay I really like quen but um.. pokimane?? Dropouts?? Like she’s not beating the allegations I’m sorry I’m starting to think they’re true cause wtf do u mean POKIMANE like that is verrryyyyyyy weird behavior and I feel like no one cares because she’s fine. Like it’s getting weird to me.
I meeean.. u came on here. You don’t like it and you’re still here. You’re not their close friend they don’t know u so don’t act like you know what they’re comfortable with. They’ve seen tumblr they know what’s on it I’m sure they would’ve made it clear not to do ts but they haven’t meaning they don’t actually gaf. And ur lying if ur saying these niggas aren’t lazy. No one made them go on tour and if you read the rules they had set for tour AFTER ppl paid for it then yk that shits a money grab ur slow if u think otherwise. They aren’t children. And the way they talk like they got an attitude doesn’t help their case it’s just annoying especially because they make content most of their fanbase don’t even like.
breaking my silence.
I am TIRED of hearing ppl say that the triplets are lazy. That’s fucking stupid of yall to say, they are trying so hard. Not to mention they have tour, which they mentioned was more expensive, there is more to do and it’s farther away then The lets trip tour and versus tour. Ppl are also pissed they aren’t going over seas. It’s definitely not their fault. Ik this isn’t gonna be seen by many others but I’m still stating my opinion. I feel so bad for them, yall need to cut them some slack. The video that was posted on a Saturday wasn’t bc they were lazy and just didn’t want to post, they have a life outside of posting and everyone needs to understand that, I get it, some people weren’t happy but it needs to be let go of. Also, not to mention how DISGUSTING people are?? I came on tumblr bc of my mate, turns out this is a disgusting place where ppl sexualize them. Calling them sluts and making sexual fanfics is not something they are comfortable with. They mentioned it in so many videos. Nick had to censor his pants in one video, isn’t that a clear sign they know ppl think that way about them? It’s just gross imo. It honestly scares me knowing ppl who sexualize them are going on tour, i would be grossed out too if I were them. Even though I am hypersexual, I wouldnt publicly announce that I sexualized them if I did. I think it’s just embarrassing for the ppl who do that. They don’t have a chance with them no matter what
How they would dress in THE 70s
Slushy Noobz
hamzah..
jeans, bell bottoms, graphic tee, chunky belts, leather jacket, adidas, no color coordination, less effort, tucked shirts, plain
martin..
just nerdy, plaid, button ups, vests, stripes, belts, tucked shirts, skinnier bell bottoms, used to get dress by his mom majority of his childhood, white converse
mandy..
light colors, plaid, skirts skirts skirts, blue, yellows, pinks, browns, chunky shoes, headbands, floral print, girly girl, charm bracelets, cutesy
Sturniolos
chris..
tanks, big tees, bell bottoms, flares, baggy jeans, big belts, plain colors, rings, thrift, same pair of converse, open chest
matt..
basically chris just with more effort, flares, bell bottoms, stripes, plaid, scrunched up sleeves, jackets, wrist accessories, graphic tees, versatile, chunky belts
nick..
fashion icon, diva, necklaces, sweaters, layered collars, cleaner, more effort, doc martins, converse, jackets, v necks
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