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Bumblebee and Unicron being yellow:

Me: what if an AU where Bumblebee is like Unicron's sparkling but in the sense of Bee is his "heart". Like literally. Unicron removed it so he wouldnt have emotions or is essentially immortal. Then the bots find out the best way to defeat Unicron is to destroy the heart, which is Bee

(drk the full lore of that. Good thing this is just an AU!)

Edit: if yall are writing a fic based on this 👉👈 drop the link pls

URGENT: HELP SAVE THE LIFE OF MY CHILD

I'm Amal, a mother of three children, living under the weight of the genocide taking place in Gaza. 🍉

The Israeli occupation forces launched drone strikes on my husband, Fayez, and my son, Mohammad.

my husband was hit in the head, while my son Mohammad was wounded in his legs.

Although my husband's condition has stabilized, my son is still suffering immensely and urgently needs medical treatment outside Gaza.

So I started a fundraising campaign to save my son before he dies.

gofundme.com

Donate to The Struggle for Safety and Survival: Your Help is Our Only, organized by Fayez Alkfarna

My name is Fayez Al-Kafarna, and I am from northern Gaza, … Fayez Alkfarna needs your support for The Struggle for Safety and Survival:

Ddonate Via Paypal 👇

I lost most of my family. I'm afraid to lose my son too 🥺 .

I need your help please donate and share, evry contribution, no matter how small, brings us hope in these dark times.

Mohammed deserves to live a happy and healthy life, just like every other child on this earth.

So I humbly ask you to donate even a little or at least reblog this appeal.

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Princess Heavy :) I think the dress could be cuter but I also wanted the color palette to match his default outfit 💀

Winter has come here and this is my situation and my family. Your donation, even if it is a little, helps me to survive

he did not have a brat summer

Hello👋

Please take a moment to read my story.

I am Heba Al-Dahdouh. I currently live in the completely destroyed city of Gaza. Since the war on Gaza began on 7/1/2024, my family- my father Nasif, my mother Asmaa, and my siblings Khaled, Ahmad, Muhammad, and Malak-have been living in constant fear, crying, and suffering due to shrapnel, shells, and bullets.

We have no food, no electricity, no cooking gas, no schools, no homes, no cleaning supplies, and no clothes. My school has been bombed, and my brother Khaled's university is now rubble, depriving us all of education. The war has forced us to live in displacement centers, which are just tents unsuitable for living, especially in winter.

Every day we live death, terror, and panic a thousand times because of the ongoing bombardment of my city. The war has killed more than 50 of my relatives and neighbors. At the start of the war, we sought refuge at my aunt's house, . Imagine: we have survived imminent death more than 20 times and have been displaced among shelters more than 13 times. My siblings and I have suffered from many illnesses due to malnutrition, and we need medication continuously.

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Donate to Helping Heba Family : Escaping War to a New Life, organised by Heba Nasef

Dear friends around the world, Greetings to you from Gaza, the land of pe… Heba Nasef needs your support for Helping Heba Family : Escaping

If we stay in Gaza, we might lose our lives. Recently, we have been seriously considering leaving Gaza for a safe place. However, travel costs are extremely high. We need over $50,000 to leave Gaza. Due to exorbitant prices, rampant unemployment, lack of security, the ongoing siege, and relentless bombardment, we have lost all our money. How can we live in such insecurity, with constant shelling and shrapnel flying above us? Dear compassionate friends around the world,

With your generous donations, even if small, you can save 7 people from imminent death, allowing us to start a life outside Gaza filled with love, peace, and hope.

With my warmest regards from the city of Gaza,

Heba Al-Dahdouh.

Energon Terms

This is canon-adjacent. I just wanted to clarify for terms that I like to use.

Energon - Cybertronian catch-all term for energy/fuel.

Engex- Slightly upcharged Energon. Their equivalent to alcohol. It ranges in potency and a bot has to de-activate their Fuel Intake Moderation Chip (MTMTE issue #13, #29) to feel its inebriating effects from an increase in energy.

High Grade- Very strong engex. Equivalent to distilled spirits like vodka, gin, et cetera. In universe examples include Nightmare Fuel which can be dangerous to a bot's internal fuel lines when taken irresponsibly.

Circuit Speeders- An incredibly dangerous performance enhancing drug that Roller can be seen drinking. (During the Elegant Chaos Arc Rung remarks to Roller that someday they may be linked to instant spark death).

Nucleon-

Weapons grade fuel. Not fit for consumption.

I am Tarneem Sami, a mother of three children from the Shuja’iyya neighborhood in Gaza. We lived a simple life, where my husband Ahmed worked hard to provide us with a peaceful and stable life. But the war turned everything upside down. One day, while Ahmed was trying to secure some food for us, he was martyred in an airstrike that hit our area. I lost my husband and the safety he provided for us.

After our home was destroyed by bombing, we had no choice but to flee. I carried my young children and we ran away from the death surrounding us. We first went to Rafah, hoping to find shelter away from the devastation. But there was no safety there either, as the bombs kept falling. Over time, the situation worsened, and I decided to move once again, this time to Deir al-Balah

Today, I live with my children in a small tent. We have no shelter to protect us from the cold or the heat. We are facing severe shortages of food and medicine, and my children suffer from hunger and pain. Every day, I wonder if we can endure any longer. Sometimes, tears fall from my eyes as I think about the future, but I still hold on to hope

At night, when my children are asleep, I think of my husband who is no longer with us, and I dream of the day when we can return to our former life, with a home and safety. I tell my children stories of better days and reassure them that this difficult time will end, and that we will stay strong. Despite everything we’ve been through, I have not lost hope. I believe that relief is near, and that one day we will return to the life that their childhood deserves.

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“My Story: A Boy Fighting for His Family”

My name is Ahmed, and I am 15 years old. I never thought I would have to carry the weight of my entire family, but here I am, fighting every day to keep them alive.

We lost my father in the war. He went out one day to find food for us because we were starving. It was dangerous, but he had no choice. He never came back. He was injured and bled to death because there was no one to help him. Our neighbors found his body and buried him because we couldn’t even afford a proper burial. That day, we lost everything—our protector, our provider, and our hope.

Now, it’s up to me. I am the eldest son, and I have to take care of my mother, my twin brother Ahmed Abed, and my two little sisters. Every morning, I go out to find work. I earn barely $1 or $2 a day, which isn’t enough to buy bread for all of us. My brother started working too, but it’s the same for him. We rely on bread and whatever humanitarian aid we can get, but it’s never enough.

Winter is here, and it’s freezing. We don’t have warm clothes, blankets, or even a heater. We lost everything in the war, and the little we have now is falling apart. We live in a rented apartment, and the landlord is pressuring us for rent we can’t pay. I don’t know what will happen to us if he throws us out.

I want my brother to become a doctor. It’s my biggest dream. I want him to help people, to save lives, because no one was there to save our father. I’m ready to sacrifice everything—my childhood, my education, even my life—if it means my family can survive and my brother can have a future.

Please, if you’re reading this, help us. We don’t have much time. My family needs food, warmth, and a safe place to live. I just want to see my mother and sisters smile again, and I want my brother to have a chance to achieve his dream. You can be the reason we survive. You can be the hope we desperately need.

gofundme.com

Donate to Urgent Aid Needed for Ahmed's Family, organized by ahmed mohamed qwaider

“My Story: A Boy Fighting for His Family” My name is Ahmed, and I a… ahmed mohamed qwaider needs your support for Urgent Aid Needed