she/her. 17. if you got a problem with me, message me directly please. also I do like 18+ posts as well so pls understand that. my parents do know that I do like these posts and allow me to do so, they do not care about what I like unless life threatening. so if you got a problem then dm me. call of duty, twilight, tvd, twd, vampire knight my favs. I do art digital and traditional. my signature is duck.
frozenmountainidol / Stacy Amondi is a documented scammer.
in this post another tumblr account, timinah9, is documented running this scam back in February of last year, and linking to a paypal account under the name Timina Ibrahim: https://www.tumblr.com/kyra45/741259579611136000/hey-theres-a-blog-called-timinah9-thats-sent-me
in this post another tumblr account, happilyjoyfulnut, is documented running this scam and linking to a paypal account under the name Esta Odhiambo: https://www.tumblr.com/slenbee/775489029865177088/happilyjoyfulnut-esta-odhiambo
here is an archive of another tumblr account, cruelwraithisland, running this scam and linking to a paypal account under the name Paspika Habuba: https://archive.ph/0QGap
here is an archive of another tumblr account, zoneoftreatys, running this scam and linking to a paypal account under the name Elizabeth Kegocha: https://archive.li/nO9WN
here is zoneoftreatys linking to a paypal account under the name Hyvonne Bosibori: https://archive.li/LvwjF
this is an archive of another tumblr account, mysteriousmartyrjinx, running a completely different scam but linking to that same exact Hyvonne Bosibori paypal account: https://archive.li/pYNOL
and finally, here is another tumblr account, smolderingviperquake, running another completely different scam but coincidentally linking to a paypal account under the name Stacy Amondi, just like frozenmountainidol is doing: https://archive.li/pJoOU
are you able to delete their scam from your blog, or clearly label it as a scam so it doesn't spread to others? please remember you can use the tumblr search box to search the username/paypal account name/text used by people asking for money to check if they’ve been proven to be a scammer
In all fairness anything in my inbox, such as things like labeled as ppl needing help, I post. It's like a quick skim in my inbox thing. Ty and I will label or try to label them
Hello, I know you mean well and it’s great to lookout for each other, however you have unfortunately signal booster a known scammer Kaijuno. This user has on multiple occasions outright lied in order for people to send them money. I’m glad that you took the time to try and help, however this person is not the right choice. Thank you for your time.
..I apologize I just fully read this I have been busy and my bad. Senior year started finally. Again I apologize and will look into this and ty for telling me
Hi! I've been so ill this past few weeks and been hospitalized because of medical concerns. Found out that I have a tumor and it was already malignant. I have stage 2A cervical cancer and I need help ASAP.
I hate to ask because I know we're all struggling, but if you can go and check out my pinned post Reblog and Donate whatever you can I'd be extremely appreciate it.🙏
(I think this was an ask as I don't remember posting this srry chat. Pls be careful in case. Some of my posts, I've been informed, may be a scam. They were in my inbox so tread carefully. I promise I'm not purposely scamming nor is any money going to me ngl. And tbh I got a job and plenty of my own money!!)
Hello! I'm in desperate need of help. I need insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It costs €400, and that's all I need. I'm not asking for a windfall, just a little help where possible. Donate whatever you can. If you can't, please share my pinned post.
~Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓
( Pls be careful in case. Some of my posts, I've been informed, may be a scam. They were in my inbox so tread carefully. I promise I'm not purposely scamming nor is any money going to me ngl. And tbh I got a job and plenty of my own money!!)
To all kind hearts, I am Ahmed, a father of five children. the occupation destroyed our home. Our situation is very difficult. We live in a tent and suffer from the high costs of war. Children suffer from some serious diseases, and need help in obtaining the necessary medical care, in addition to food and shelter. Please donate and share.
https://gofund.me/cd41b610
Verified by @gazavetters, my verified number in the list is (#33)
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( Pls be careful in case. Some of my posts, I've been informed, may be a scam. They were in my inbox so tread carefully. I promise I'm not purposely scamming nor is any money going to me ngl. And tbh I got a job and plenty of my own money!!)
How are you my friend? We are not well. We appeal to those with merciful hearts to stand by us in this ordeal. We are waiting for our turn to die of hunger, or rather, we will all die. We do not have the ability to secure and buy food. Donate to us so that we can buy anything that will satisfy me and my children and satisfy our hunger. And please do not forget my newborn grandson. He is in dire need of milk and diapers. At least help me for the sake of the poor infant. Please do not let us down and abandon us. Donate and share my story quickly 🙏😞💔
I would and do want to help but I actually dont have money rn I am so srry. I pray for u tho
( Pls be careful in case. Some of my posts, I've been informed, may be a scam. They were in my inbox so tread carefully. I promise I'm not purposely scamming nor is any money going to me ngl. And tbh I got a job and plenty of my own money!!)
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
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War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
( Pls be careful in case. Some of my posts, I've been informed, may be a scam. They were in my inbox so tread carefully. I promise I'm not purposely scamming nor is any money going to me ngl. And tbh I got a job and plenty of my own money!!)
I have $125 left to pay on July’s rent and I’m really fucking scared. I have nowhere to go. I don’t know what to do with my service animal. I don’t even have a car to live out of.
With deep sorrow, we say goodbye to little Abdullah Abu Zorqa (5 years old), the child whose heartbreaking cry “I’m hungry” shook the world.
He passed away today in a hospital in Adana – Turkey, after his fragile body gave in to illness and hunger, deprived of medicine and proper treatment in Gaza.
Abdullah is gone, but hundreds of children in Gaza are still facing the same fate — slowly fading away without food, without medicine, without hope.
Just imagine watching your own children die of hunger before your eyes… how would you feel?
Do not let the children of Gaza face death alone.
Donate now , your help could be the lifeline that saves an innocent soul.
We are dying… but you can help keep us alive.
💔🇵🇸 My Daughter Was Born Under Bombs — I'm Just Trying to Keep Her Alive
My name is Abdulmajid.
I got married one month before the war.
Those were beautiful days — full of hope, love, and simple dreams.
I dreamed of a small home, a quiet family, and a baby girl I could hold without fear.
But the war came…
Suddenly. Brutally.
My mother was killed.
My brother was killed.
Children in my family were taken by the bombs.
My home was destroyed.
And my work stopped completely.
Then… in the middle of this nightmare, my baby girl was born.
A tiny soul, innocent, unaware of the war.
She cries from hunger, from cold, from the sounds of bombs shaking what’s left of our walls.
Today, I’m a father with almost nothing…
Fighting every day to find flour, milk, or even a small meal to feed my child.
Prices are sky-high — a single 25kg bag of flour can cost $800.
There is no work. No income. No safety. No stability.
I write this from under siege, hoping my heart will reach yours.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Even $1 can make a difference.
It can feed a child, buy milk, or bring a moment of peace.
Be the heart that reaches Gaza. Be the hand that saves.
📌 Please share this post. Let our voices be heard — not buried under rubble.
Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #537 )✅️
My name is Abdelmajed Elderawi. I am from Gaza. What I write isn't just a story; it's the shattered reality my family and I breathe every single day.
My campaign is verified by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#492)
The numbers you hear about Gaza – the thousands killed, the tens of thousands injured, the hundreds of thousands displaced, the near-total destruction – they aren't abstract. They are our neighbors, our streets, our homes. They were my family.
In one horrific moment, a missile strike took everything. It didn't just destroy our family home, the heart of our lives; it erased over 25 souls who made our world whole. My mother. My sister. My older brother, whose death was so complete his very existence was erased from records. His wife. Their three daughters. My uncle, his wife, their sons, their grandchildren. Generations gone. Lives filled with meals shared, laughter echoing, dreams woven together – reduced to dust and unbearable silence.
Somehow, my brother and I survived the rubble that buried our loved ones. We crawled out, not to freedom, but into a Gaza that is now a landscape of ruins, famine stalking its people (as international agencies confirm), and where disease threatens amidst the shattered remnants of a healthcare system. Only a handful of hospitals function partially, medicines are scarce, and clean water is a daily struggle. Over 90% of us are displaced, clinging to existence in tents or the shells of broken buildings.
This is the context of our survival.
My brother and I now carry a weight heavier than the concrete that crushed our home: the responsibility to rebuild something from nothing. For our grieving father. For our surviving siblings. For the memory of those stolen from us. We carry the responsibility to defy the erasure that tried to claim my brother.
Why We Fundraise (Amidst the Ruins):
This fundraiser isn't just about survival (though survival itself is a battle here). It's about defiance. It's about planting a seed of hope in scorched earth. We aim to:
Rebuild our family home: The physical anchor of our shattered family, completely destroyed. A place where our father can find some safety and dignity in his remaining years.
Provide basic support: Ensuring our father and surviving siblings have the essentials to live – food, water, shelter – in a place where these are not guaranteed.
Create a safe space: A haven, however small, where the next generation of our family, those who miraculously survived, might know a sliver of stability and peace instead of constant trauma.
Your Support is Our Lifeline:
We aren't asking for charity; we're asking for a chance to stand again. To reclaim a fragment of the life buried under the rubble. To honor our lost family not just with tears, but with action. To build a future where their memory has a home.
In a place where hope is rationed, your belief in us, your solidarity, is the fuel that keeps us going. Please, if you can, help us rebuild.
Please Share. Please Donate if Possible.
My campaign is verified by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#492)
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
With profound respect and gratitude,
Abdelmajed Elderawi
Gaza, Palestine
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