I think that each boy has a different relationship with haircuts and their hair
Simon keeps his head mostly buzzed, mostly because it's easy to maintain and wash. It doesn't touch him or give him sensory issues like other hair cuts. The only thing he doesn't love is the sound of the clippers or the feeling of it on his head. Ever since Price found weighted barber capes, Simon is a little calmer during haircuts with the added pressure to his shoulders.
Kyle loves wash days. (I'm gonna make a post about his regression headcannons soon) He loves having his head massaged and his curls nurtured with some good oils and proper products. Each boy has learned how to do his hair so that no matter who's the caregiver is, he can have nice hair. He's really good with haircuts if you let him watch something on your phone.
Johnny has his classic mohawk. He loves it, easy natural style, no hair touching his ears, less product used in the bath. He doesn't love haircuts, not because of sensory issues, but because he has to sit still for a while to avoid any nics to the skin. If he sits still for the most part, he gets a lollipop as a reward.
John has learned to cut and maintain all of his boys' hair because he will take any excuse to spend as much time with his boys as possible it's easier and cheaper than going to the barbers. It's the little one on one moments of cutting, washing and styling their hair that makes him feel closer to them.
Please help me, my little boy is about to die, he has a serious surgery, we in Gaza do not have everything, my child is about to die, help me even with a small amount of money 😭💔
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My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.
The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.
Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.
I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.
Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.
I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.
Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.
Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.
Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.
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 😭
Sudden idea that Simon grows really really attached the ugliest toys.
I'm talking teddy bears with mismatched fur from being repaired, missing an eye and a limb. Those cymbal monkeys with the crazy eyes? He adores his, carries it around the house like a beloved companion
He loves ugly dolls, stuffies, and dented and broken toys that barely work as intended, toting them around with the delicately of a fine piece of art.
Also, do NOT call his toys ugly. It may be true, but to him, they are beautiful and he loves them.
Should I write a fic about this?
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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All of you here on Tumblr, don’t ignore this before you do something. How long will you remain silent? ✊🏽 While we die before your eyes? Have you experienced losing your health? Have you experienced losing your feet? Have you experienced losing your family? Have you experienced your children dying of hunger and thirst? Have you experienced losing your friends? Think carefully, move your hearts. This is enough—our hearts are crying. No to silence. (Engage here, click on the heart) Donate here 🍁 I depend on your donations to live, me and my family.
⚠️The cursed war destroyed my home after my beautiful little girl was trying to recover from autism and practicing her mental therapy exercises within the Red Crescent program. Her nervous attacks intensified, so I cannot provide painkillers and Speed Pan pills. She screams at night to make us feel that she is tired of life😭 and complains of weak immunity and chronic kidney failure💔
What is happening in Gaza is not just a war, it is a genocide and an ongoing massacre that is wiping out families and homes. We are innocent and have lost our homes, and the street has become our place.🌿 No one will give you a piece of cloth to put on the sand. We want peace and to return to complete the treatment of my disabled daughter.🥹 If you can sleep, I am crying because of my inability to meet the needs of my family. I will pray for you in my prayers. Do not hesitate to donate and participate🌸
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For your information, in Gaza we don't eat chicken, meat, vegetables, fruits, eggs, fish, milk, yogurt, cheese, and the list goes on... Most people don't have flour, sugar, ghee, oil, thyme, or even work... The list goes on and no one has gas or electricity, and the list goes on... And people are still living, and when I ask them how they are, they say "Thank God." Don't these people deserve support and respect? Don't we deserve to live?
Help me provide bread for my children, it costs $500. I trust your generosity and humanity.
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