I CAN'T FIND IT
Why has it taken me 48 rewatches (Give or take) of cars 3 to realise that Jeff Gorvette appears near the end???
(If you see this with no pic, give me a few minutes, I'm trying to find the damn picture)
WELL NOW YOU CAN :D
Try your hand at writing an apocalyptic alternate universe fanfic on cars! And don't worry, It doesn't have to be Shakespeare level, just do your absolute best!
Put it in the following collection:
Yes, I know that's extremely out of pocket for a cars fic, but that's the fun of it!
AND if you don't feel like writing, you could draw something. Either, fanart of someone else's fic or just an original piece. Use the hashtag when you post it here on tumblr: #Cars Apocalypse
(The quality of the art gets better if you click it💀)
Or you do both writing and fanart, entirely up to you🫵
🌍✨ A Voice from Gaza: Fighting for Hope ❤️🩹
Hi, my name is Mosab , and I’m from Gaza. Life here has been harder than I could ever imagine, but today I’m sharing my story with hope in my heart, because your kindness has already given us so much strength.
This journey hasn’t been easy. The war has taken 25 family members from us—25 beautiful souls we loved deeply. Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.
Our Journey So Far
When I first reached out, I couldn’t have imagined we’d make it this far. Your support has been a light in these difficult times, and we are so deeply grateful for every single contribution.
But the road ahead is still challenging. Every day, we’re reminded of how much we’ve lost and how much we still need to rebuild.
Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:
🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.
😢 Loss: The absence of the 25 family members we’ve lost is a pain we carry every moment.
💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.
How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:
$5 may seem small, but for us, it’s a little relief, a moment of comfort, and a reminder that kindness still exists. ❤️
Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.
Why Your Support Matters Your kindness isn’t just about helping us meet our goal—it’s about reminding us that we’re not alone in this fight. It’s about hope. It’s about survival. And it’s about giving my family a chance to rebuild our lives, even in the face of unimaginable loss.
Thank you for helping us get this far. Your generosity and compassion have already brought us closer to a better tomorrow, and for that, I’m endlessly grateful.
With all my love and gratitude,
Mosab and Family ❤️
I write these words to you with my hands trembling and tears streaming down my face. My heart is torn apart, my soul melting with pain, and time is passing like a predatory beast approaching to take my little child away from me. He now lies on a hospital bed, his tiny body trembling, his breath slowly fading under a ventilator. His eyes are half-closed, as if life is escaping him right in front of me, and I am helpless, devastated, unable to save him.
The doctors told me that the only hope to save him is urgent surgery, but they are demanding an amount I cannot afford.
They told me words I never imagined I would hear: "Either you pay immediately
or we will disconnect his ventilator." Imagine, my friend, your child being sentenced to death, not because there is no treatment, but because you do not have the money. Imagine seeing your beloved child, a piece of your soul, having their air sucked out, their hope snatched away, while you stand helpless, your hands empty, your heart screaming without anyone to hear it.
I'm scared... so scared. Every minute that passes robs him of his life, and every moment I spend without help brings me closer to the nightmare I don't even want to think about. Please, my friend, I beg you with every tear I shed, with every cry I hold tight to my chest, help me... save my child.
I'm not asking for much. I just ask that my child not be taken away from me before my eyes, that I not live the rest of my life remembering how he died because I didn't have enough money to save him. Please, before it's too late, before everything becomes just a painful memory, don't leave me alone in this horror... Don't let me bury my child.
Please, my friend, I beg you like I've never begged anyone before: Don't let my child die, don't let me live through this hell. Anything, any amount, any sharing of my child's story could be the lifeline that keeps him alive.
I swear to you, there's no more time... Death is getting closer, and I stand here watching without being able to do anything. Please, please, don't let this be the end... Don't let me lose him.
Verified : @90-ghost
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I get whiplash everytime I remember Mater is way older than Lightning
Just wanna let y'all know Red has a crush on Carla
🚨Take a moment to imagine your child or loved one. What would you do for them? How far would you go to protect them and shield them from pain, loss and despair🚨
I am Marwa, a mother of three girls, Belasan, Joan and Nada, ages 7 to 14. 🔊🔉🔈I will take a moment to share my story.📢📣
My children and I lived under bombardment and aggression. We had a safe home full of dreams and a bright future for my daughters.
But everything changed when the war on Gaza began. Our house, which we built with strength and effort before the war, was destroyed.
We lost our job, which was our only source of income. The journey of displacement and moving from one place to another began without the minimum necessities of life. We faced difficulties in providing healthy food and clean water. We lived in fear and terror. My daughters could no longer sleep from the intensity of fear.
My mother-in-law suffers from serious lung infections and chronic diseases, and we find it difficult to provide appropriate treatment for her, especially in the winter and the bitter cold. She is part of our family after losing her husband. We are now without shelter, moving from one place to another, and struggling to survive. Today we have no income, no life, and no work. We are determined to rebuild our dreams, secure our future, and rebuild our home. We cannot do this alone and we need your help in building our lives. Your support, no matter how small, can make a big difference. Thank you for helping us find hope on our journey.
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Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
Everytime I give kudos on a03 to a non cars fic, I pray they don't click on my name and see what fandom I write for💀
I draw & write stuff ● fandom is a bit dead right now so I mainly will be on and off 🍉 🍉🍉
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