Hello , I Hope You're Doing Well..

Hello 👋, I hope you're doing well..

My name is Mahmoud, and I'm a 17-year-old from Gaza. The ongoing war has devastated my city, destroyed my school, and made daily life incredibly challenging.

Despite these hardships, I'm determined to continue my education and build a better future. I've been given a chance to study abroad, but I need help to cover the costs of leaving Gaza, as well as living expenses and other essentials abroad once the crossing opens.. 🙏

If you can, please consider donating or sharing, your kindness can truly make a difference, and thanks for your time. ❤🍉

https://gofund.me/bd3ccf0b 🔗

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Or like, it's in a different language, you used Translate to read it, and of course Translate is chock-full of mistakes so you want to fix it up and make an English version so everyone can enjoy it?

You ever read a fic written by someone where English is not their first language so there’s grammatical errors a native speaker would know not to make and you like the story! It’s a great premise! but you also just want to just real quick edit the grammar so that your brain can stop twitching?

I saw someone call their ship name "physical polycule" and I think it's a neat ship too, I gave the song Riptide (Vance Joy) to them

yk the short audio of Boothill singing with Robin? Robinhill (maybe robinhillgenti, cause I’m a sucker or Argenthill and he has a meaningful connection with music to); Mentions he was a wonderful singing voice (has he sung before?) After a moment: …Yeah, he used to. (...his pops taught him guitar and how to sing. His little girl had loved it. And now it’s all gone). Robin and/or Argenti would love to hear one him play, if he doesn’t mind (He does).

…Eventually (few days/weeks type eventually) he says fudge it and they/he’s able to find an old guitar for him to play. He doesn’t get to finish it before almost breaking down (Cause it hits him [again] that he’s the only ones who knows these. Aeragan-Epharshel’s songs. His home’s. His family’s. What his pops would sing to him and his big-little family and what he would to his little and grandest sunshine. And the kicker is that there was so much more genres and music and fudgin culture around his entire fucking planet. And it was all fuckin’. Up in flames. [Cause of the damn IPC. Intergalactic Peace Corporation his darn casket. Samhill, he can’t even speak how he used to, at home, anymore, cause they just couldn’t stop destroying Aeragan-Epharshel, huh]. All Aeragan-Epharshel gets to live by is Boothill, and he can barely consider himself “living”, now can he?).

Half want to leave it on just angst, but happy ending is* Boothill gets to spread Aeragan-Epharshel’s songs (the ones he remembers, and it still feels less-than cause it’s only with one instrument and not with the fudgin several it’s supposed to be in, like it would be at the local bar) on HSR’s version of youtube or smth, with support from Robin, on her platform w/ her or just on his own with her active promotion, idk. (It takes weeks - months - to get through the first one without his voice getting all static with tears he can’t cry).

*Dunno how it’d work with his entire… Galaxy Ranger status & bounty. But I needed to get this idea out, so, fudge you I do what I want.

Swimming too....time to drown him

I just realized that Kaiser 100% doesn't know how to ride a bike

Because like, who'd teach him??

here's my contribution to the Project Hail Mary fandom

Remember Mayor Humdinger and Mayor Goodway from Paw Patrol?

This is them now.

Feel old yet?