So, I Hope You Can Help Me Evacuate My Family From Gaza So That My Child Can Get Treatment Abroad.

Due to some bullshittery on gofundme's part, Musab has lost access to all the funds they had previously gathered and is one of the many Palestinian who now must restart their fundraiser from the ground up at 0.

( VETTING: #520 on the Gazavetters document )

And due to Tumblr's bullshittery marking multiple posts as "sensitive content" for no discernable reason and targeting Palestinian fundraisers to hide them, I will instead hyperlink to Musab's fundraiser instead of a direct link in order to try get past the flagging.

Please donate if you can here. They're very low on donations.

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TF 141. Indoor trampolines.

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Simon and the swings

(Not really proof read, just a silly drabble of little 141)

Price loves his boys. Strong, resilient, and capable, they were a perfect team. And an even better family. They mostly lived together. It was easier than renting out places that you aren't going to be living in during deployment. Price bought a modest farm house on an ache of land. Privacy, room to move and work out.

Room to play. Sure, if someone looked at Price's backyard, they'd be convinced he ran a small day care of 20 very big toddlers. But in reality, he and the boys had spent time building an elaborate playground for them to use when they regressed.

Swings, monkey bars, a small platform that had two slides, and a fireman pole. Price had to do a lot of research, and spent a lot of time tinkering and self testing, managed a small merry go round that could fit all four boys. Of course, the playground was a big hit, but outdoor time was always a given with the regressed boys.

Today, even Gaz was regressed, eagerly helping Roach climb up the platform stairs to the slide. Price watches happily, ready to settle down on his chair under the umbrella when he notices Ghost on his own in the swings. The little one sat alone, everyone more eager to run around and play, but he wanted to swing, wiggling and kicking his legs weakly to get some momentum.

"Oh bub.." Price coos softly under his breath, setting his lemonade down and starting to walk over. "What's going on here, little one?" He asks lovingly, crouching down on front of him. Simon let out a huff, a whine, and his pout pushes his pacifier against his mask. "Ah.. understood. Want me to give you a push?" He offers, smiling softly.

Simon smiles a little, nodding happily and reaching out to rub Price's beard. "Mm! Mmhmm!" He hums, stimming excitedly as his Papa gets up and starts to pull the swings chain back. Simon had spent so much of his childhood, so much of his life, being misunderstood, being left alone, and being told he was a burden when he couldn't communicate.

But now, it was like Price could take one look into his eyes, listen to one hum, and he knew what Simon needed. Price, let's go of the chain, grinning at the squeal Simon let's out as he swings forward. Price is careful not to let him go too high. Sometimes, Simon would accidentally lose grip on the chain, falling out of the swings. So until Price could finish the swings with a seat belt, he was going to stay close to the ground.

He looks over at the play structure, watching Johnny happily climbing around on the moneky bars. He knew he should be worried that he was crawling on all fours above the monkey bars, but there was no point in getting him to stop. If anything, Johnny could fall off, take a small breather, and after a few hugs and kisses, would go back to doing it. As if sensing Price's eyes on him, he looks over and grins.

"Hi Papa!!" He squeals before going back to concentrate on his crawling. Kyle was watching Roach come down the slide, helping the little one back onto his feet when he reached the bottom of the slide.

Simon let's out another happy squeal as he swings, making a small grunt sound that sound like he needed a break. Price holds onto the chains and helps him slow to a start, rubbing his back softly and kneeling beside him. "What's up, button?" He asks softly, Simon hums quietly with a little shrug. "Wanna go play now? Feel ready?" He offers, seeing a little smile from under his balaclava.

"Si! Wanna play?" Johnny asks, standing beside the swing out of nowhere. Price never fails to be amazed how quietly his boys can move, even when regressed. Simon squeaks happily, nodding a little as he climbs to his feet and toddles after the Scott. Price watches with a smile, staring at the scene in front of him before heading back to his chair.

They'd be napping good tonight.

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Caregiver! Price who isn't as strict as you'd expect, except for with routine. Morning routine, night routine, nap times, mealtimes, and clean ups, he's on top of it all. He knows his boys need and do well with routine, so he makes sure to keep one. Also a big fan of sticker charts and treasure box treats.

Caregiver! Price who has learned how to cook at least minimally so his babies aren't eating microwave meals and MREs. He knows a few basic casseroles, and how to cook up veggies so that they get eaten.

Caregiver! Price who is great at soothing his boys no matter what. Nightmares? He's singing a lullaby and letting them cuddle in bed with him. Trauma induced regression? He's there for it with no judgment. Baby being just plain fussy? They get swaddled up and rocked in his rocking chair, being told a story.

Caregiver! Price who knows what it feels like to want love, attention, and care, so he works to provide that for his boys when they regress. He makes sure to have one on one outings with them. Making sure it's within their interests. Art classes at the library for Soap, puppet shows for Simon, and interactive museums for Gaz.

Caregiver! Price that never uses call signs or even real names with his boys. When they are little, it's either a shortened version of their name or a nickname.

Caregiver! Price who can't help but spoil his little ones a little A LOT, with toys they never had or lost during childhood, coloring books, movies, and even stuffed animals (the big ones that are practically body pillows) his boys can't have the full comfort of a nursery, and it's hard to find onesies that fit, so he makes up for it anyway he can.

Caregiver! Price, who was never able to settle down and have kids, realized that having his boys to take care of was just as fulfilling.

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Impure!Regression Ghost who bites, hits, and spits, only to apologize later through a mess of snot and silent tears. He doesn't want to hit, he's just so overwhelmed sometimes, so scared.

Impure!Regression Ghost who hides in closets, behind couched, and under beds because he needs a tight enclosed space that he's hard to get too.

Impure!Regression Ghost who cries, and cries, and cries. Chest heaving because he keeps trying to hold his breath, face red, cries silent to avoid being a bother, getting in trouble again.

Impure!Regression Ghost who needs to be slowly, softly calmed, approached like a deer ready to buck and flee at any moment. He needs to be reminded he's safe, he's loved here. If he wasn't how come Soap has his favorite snack? How does Price know the words to his favorite lullaby?

Impure!Regression Ghost who has an amazing team of caretakers who are always there whenever he slips, no matter how hard. Who now gets to end those bad moments, wrapped up in a warm hug, with a full belly and sleepy eyes.

The war has returned again, Gaza is under bombardment and my area is being subjected to heavy shelling. We have lost hope in our rights. We must evacuate this city where there is no security. Donate to my family again, you are our only hope.

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Vetted by : 90-ghost

His name is Reginald and he's on the lease

you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor

No thoughts, just big brother Gaz. I headcannon him with lots of siblings, both young and old. Everyone looked out for each other in his family, and now he's found a second family. He's the youngest member of the team, so he doesn't always get the opportunity to look after the others but when he does?

Big. Bro. Mode. Activitied.

He makes a mean fort, ones that take up the entire room and are so comfy that even Price doesn't mind lounging around inside. He doesn't undermine the other caregivers by breaking rules with the littles, but maybe he sneaks them sweets and snacks every now and than.

He is a flip, sometimes regressing to between 8-12, but even then, his love knows no bounds. "Si! Hold my hand, cause we're crossing the road!" He'll insist, wanting to keep his big little brother close by. "No, no, Bubba, we can't use that without Papa." He'll tell Soap in the kitchen to keep the little curious terror from the stove.

I love big brother Gaz, gonna write more later 😭