#engine rebuild cost

[actual-corpse]

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[bsautosuppliess]

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[musicfren]

Help Mohammed and His Brother get a Tooth Infection Treated!

$404/$1000

Hi everyone, @supportmohammedmsiam and his brother need treatment as soon as possible for a tooth infection, which is extremely painful. Once his fund makes it to 1000 dollars I will send it to him to cover the cost. Mohammed's fund has been very slow ever since I posted it, and this is a very achievable goal. Please help him get this treated soon so he doesn't have to suffer more. His blog has already been nuked several times, and I am doing my best to keep attention on him. $1000 dollars is very doable, we can do this!

[ruthytwoshakes]

team furries twoooo. And scalies. And whatever birds are.

please share and donate to this family of four, the youngest being only 2 1/2 years old. They need funds to safely cross to Egypt. If you donate something, send me a message with proof and I’ll draw you something nice as a thank you :)

Species and concept art under cut!

Sniper: so for some reason I was under the impression that Crocs were native to new zealand. They are not. Uh. Well. yup. 👍 it fits his personality. snappy n dangerous but real easy to get around if you just zig-zag. Why the long fa

Spy: Grey Fox. I was gonna go with a wolf because of his fursona but fox fits better wahhhh. Also means that scout is half fox! I’ll show that in more detail one day. Probably.

Medic: just like his Doves! The tail coat is actual his real tail. Featherrrrrs. Why are his nasty claws out? I don’t know he’s kinda weird like that.

Demo: TIGER!!!!! He’s always kinda reminded me of Hobbes from Calvin and Hobbes :) why did I draw him so cute. Somebody stop me before I draw them all adorable ough.

Engineer: the bulllllerrrrrrrrr. Sorry. He’s a bull, with a nose ring. Epic. Hooves for hands, gunslinger would look like a hoof too, gotta design that later.

Heavy: big badass brown bear. Love him. Instead of bullet he has honey sticks. It costs four hundred thousand dollars to harvest honey… for 12 seconds.

Pyro: fucking dragon. hell yeah. In pyroland they see themselves as a unicorn. Baller.

Scout: Bunny scout truther over here. You can thank @/teamfurtress for that. Please check them out, commissions are open! In my version he’s a hare but that is significantly less fun to say lol. Jackrabbit kinda guy.

Soldier: regular ole dog. ouppy to da max. He’s the most dog of the alol time and I’m tired of pretending he’s not. THE STRAPS ON HIS HELEMT ARE HIS EARS. HIS BIG TEETH AND OPEN MOUTHED SMILE. THE WAY HE MOVES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!???!??????! That’s a grown man with dick n balls what am I doing

Some designs for the side characters that I couldn’t be arsed to finish. Saxton is kangaroo because of corse he is. Admin is a bat because she never leaves her room, Pauling is mouse because is cute, Zhanna is bear like big brother, Merasmus is praying mantis, and Gray Mann + Olivia Mann are vultures! She’s so fluffy oh my god

Concept time. I fell in love with wrinkly floppy dog sniper. Adorable. Unfortunately I already had a dog so he had to go </3 kangaroo sniper was also axed. rip girl. Lots of diff designs for admin! Curtesy of @stangeranfanficion (thank u for the ideass) eagle soldier because it’s funny. Also zebra Pauling! I really like this one. If I make a horse au she’s going to be a zebra.

[gaza-evacuation-funds]

gaza-evacuation-funds

My name is Rawan Shihada, and I’m reaching out from Gaza, where my family and I are trapped in the ongoing conflict. I'm a renewable energy engineer who worked hard to build a future for my family, including publishing research on solutions for Gaza's electricity crisis. However, since October 2023, the war has destroyed our home and left us displaced, living in a tent without basic needs.

Despite the hardships, we remain hopeful. I aim to pursue a master’s degree abroad, while my brother Karam, a doctor, and my sister Ruba, a software engineer, also dream of continuing their education and careers outside Gaza. The cost to evacuate our family of seven is significant, with each member needing $5,000 to cross the Rafah Border. Your support can help us rebuild our lives and pursue our dreams in safety.

@el-shab-hussein @irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria @nabulsi @moayesh @sar-soor @appsa @stuckinapril

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Pontiac "Twisted 67 GTO", 1967. A first generation restomod GTO Hardtop is to be offered at auction. The car has undergone an extensive 2-year rebuild costing $1.2 million. Modifications include a supercharged 427 CI LS7/Dart V8 engine with a Whipple supercharger and a Roadster Shop chassis using C6 Corvette-based rear suspension. The interior has been retrimmed in Hydes Ferrari Bordeaux leather.

auction listing

[childrengaza]

Save Walid family and his pregnant wife after the truce came into effect… from the hellish situation in Gaza!!

Hi, I was born from nothingness in Gaza and I am trying to connect with people who will help me publish my story on Tumblr.🍉

I am Engineer Walid Al-Qatrawi. I am 34 years old. Father of Adam, Hala and Nay. I have been living in the Gaza Strip since I was born.

After entering heaven to start implementing this morning .. Participating in rebuilding our lives as before with all the components of a wonderful life,, and at that time a partial dose was born in Gaza .. And of course with the lack of components and the loss of the lives of a large part of the milk hospitals .. And because of the danger of the operation because of that I hope to help me publish my story and support even by participating with a short call or through a comment or support even a little.

Thank you from my heart

As the date of birth approaches, we find ourselves struggling to cover the costs of the cesarean section, in addition to the basic medical and health needs of my wife.

With no income and the enormous challenges we face daily, we reach out to our community for support. Any contribution, no matter how small, will make a huge difference in helping us welcome our daughter into the world safely.

You can donate through the following links: ❤️❤️

GFM LiNk:

My campaign has been verified by:

Verified by: @/90-ghost

Verified by: @/el-shab-hussein

Verified by: @/gaza-evacuation-funds

Please if you can't donate.. help me with a reblog or like and thank you from the bottom of my heart.🍉

[deepnavigatororchestra]

‏am Mohammad Akram, a recent high school

‏graduate with dreams of pursuing a degree in computer engineering. However, due to my family's financial difficulties, I enrolled at the UNRWA Khan Younis Training College (KYTC). Sadly, the war has turned the college, once a beacon of hope and education, into a shelter for displaced families, stripping it of its educational purpose.

‏I completed high school with a 93% average, filled with excitement about continuing my education and securing a job to support my family. But like so many others, the war has shattered

‏My Brother’s Dream: My younger brother, Ahmed, is 14 years old and in the third grade of preparatory school. We’ve always called him "Doctor of the Future" because of his intelligence and his natural talent in mathematics. Unfortunately, this is the second year he has been deprived of schooling due to the conflict.

‏Our Life in Displacement: The war forced our family to flee to Rafah, where we lived in a tent for several months. Each day, my brother and I would wake up to fetch water, gather wood, and light a fire to prepare food. Survival became our daily task, but we never gave up hope. The conflict affected us deeply, but it did not extinguish our dreams of education and a better future

‏🚀 How Your Donation will Help us:

‏We are seeking €29,000 to help Ahmed and me leave Gaza, continue our education in Egypt. More importantly, it will allow us to support our family, who have been deeply affected by the harsh conditions and skyrocketing costs of living due to the ongoing war in Gaza.

‏👉 Donation link:

http://gofund.me/3f9328e8

‏Your contribution will not only help us escape the war-torn reality we live in but also give us the opportunity to rebuild our futures.

‏Every donation, no matter the amount, brings us one step closer to our goal

gofund.me/3f9328e8

http://gofund.me/3f9328e8👉

[bsautosuppliess]

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[gaza-giving-tree]

Imagine planning your future with the person you love—your wedding, your home, your life together—only to have it all destroyed in an instant by war.

Imagine losing your home, your job, and your sense of safety, and watching your dreams turn to ashes while you struggle just to survive.

For Yossef, this is his heartbreaking reality.

@yosef-gaza113

Story written by @rumiandroses

Yossef, a 24-year-old from Gaza, once lived a life filled with hope and joy. He had a steady job as an accountant, a warm home, and a bright future planned with his fiancée, Ruba. They were eagerly looking forward to their wedding, set for February 2024—a celebration of love and unity. But the devastating effects of war have shattered all those dreams.

The bombing of Gaza stripped Yossef and his family of everything they held dear. Their home, once a sanctuary, was reduced to rubble. His job, a source of pride and stability, disappeared as the company where he worked ceased operations. Now displaced, Yossef, his family of 12, and his fiancée’s family are struggling to survive in temporary shelters, scattered and unable to reunite easily due to the cost and danger of travel.

Ruba, a bright and ambitious young woman studying software engineering, has also seen her life upended. Her family’s home and all her belongings, including her wedding dress, were destroyed. The cost of her online education, once a beacon of hope, has become an impossible burden. Both she and Yossef are determined to create a better future, but they lack the resources to move forward.

For two years, they’ve clung to the dream of getting married and building a life together, but that dream feels increasingly out of reach. They have no home, no income, and no means to afford Ruba’s education or even basic necessities. Despite all this, they remain steadfast in their hope and are reaching out for help.

Yossef and Ruba’s story is one of resilience and love in the face of unimaginable hardship. They are asking for support to rebuild their lives—support that can help provide shelter, continue Ruba’s education, and restore the future they’ve been fighting to hold onto.

Every donation, no matter how small, is a step toward reuniting this young couple and helping them create a life filled with the love and security they deserve. Please consider donating to their campaign and sharing their story. Together, we can make a difference.

You can donate to Youssef's Chuffed campaign [HERE].

UPDATE (12/25/24):

This morning, I received a message from Youssef. He is just $350 away from being able to evacuate to safety from recent attacks. This is such an attainable goal if we band together! Please consider donating, and if you’re unable to, sharing his story can make all the difference. Thank you! 🙏

[salma2024]

I hope you take a minute to read my story and help us.

We are a family father and mother of the three children, Saleh, Salma and Mariam. We were displaced from Gaza escaping to Egypt from the genocide in Gaza strip.

After 7 October our home was destroyed and we lost everything we own as jobs, schools, universities and the saving money we paid to enter Egypt.

Twenty years ago, we were living and suffering the siege of Gaza under the occupation. All of that was under hard cases to find and providing a decent life for our children. the father was a warehouse keeper in a NGO association and the mother was a Communication Engineer worked in many companies.

For my son Saleh, he is eighteen years old now, he was preparing to start the college new stage of his life in the mechanic of cars field that he is obsessed with.

Our daughters Salma and Mariam are sixteen and twelve ages, need a suitable place and safe to continue their levels in school. Salma is an intelligent girl working on herself to get B2 level of language and reach the IELTS certificate and Mariam is skilled basketball player.

I hope you help us and support for restart our life in any country that chance drive to, that we try to submit to many countries under their rules.

On the other side we also need living needs of living in Egypt, and the cost of rent the apartment and any kind of support to work here till we find the country of asylum.

[saddingtonbear3]

Hadi and I have agreed that pinning his gofundme to my page would help his campaign; he hasn’t gotten a lot of traction and really needs it for his family’s survival.

https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-hope-for-manals-family-and-saving-them?attribution_id=sl:aaaf6080-91df-4dc6-85e2-50ef55e55dd1&utm_campaign=man_sharesheet_ft&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link

https://www.gofundme.com/f/rebuilding-hope-for-manals-family-and-saving-them?attribution_id=sl:aaaf6080-91df-4dc6-85e2-50ef55e55dd1&utm_campaign=man_sharesheet_ft&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link Hadi has been verified by Molly Shah. He has a wife, Manal, and a child, Ayla. Ayla has a disability that has delayed her ability to walk. She recently had surgery and requires careful monitoring and care. The family are Gazan refugees living in Egypt. Life in Egypt is extremely difficult for Gazans who have lost everything; the cost of living is very expensive and without identification papers they are unable to get employment. Hadi is also supporting family members back in Gaza. Please help them if you can!

I am adding @hildanasr ‘s fundraiser as well; she could really use our support.

https://gofund.me/abf98a0a Hilda is a teacher, and her husband is an engineer. She has sinus allergies, which make it difficult for her to breathe; she has to cook over an open fire, and it aggravates them. She lives in a tent with her large family. She is pregnant and is worried about safely carrying her child in these dangerous conditions. Please help them if you can!

I am adding my friend Britt’s fundraiser; their situation is incredibly urgent!!

Britt is a Black disabled nonbinary person who urgently needs help with housing. They were evicted and are currently homeless. They hope to raise enough money to relocate. Please help them with donations, shares, and support! Their pay links are: Kofi: ko-fi.com/brittany777 Venmo: @xoxobritt Cashapp: $Brittanyoxoxo Paypal: @BRITTOX

My friend Corvus needs help as well:

Posting for a friend who needs help. They are in the negatives right now and need to get on their feet. Anything helps.🩷 PayPal, Venmo, Chime (their spouse's)- Acuitee (PayPal is "acuitee")

Adding my friend Moustafa! https://chuffed.org/project/136098-help-hossam-and-his-family Hossam’s family has been verified by Molly Shah. They are struggling to survive under the harsh conditions of genocide, and Hossam’s father, Moustafa, has been ill for months. Please help them if you can!

[ahmedalarabid]

!!! EMERGENCY SUPPORT FOR SAVING A FAMILY!!!

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Hello , I am Ahmed Hashim Al-Arabid. I am 25 years old. I was born in Gaza and I live in Gaza ,I graduated from Al-Azhar University in Gaza with a major in mechatronics engineering. I studied the English language and worked in several fields.

Now, we are striving to rebuild our lives after the war came on Gaza and wiped out everything. It wiped out people, dreams, and life. Nothing remains but ashes. The war began and the smell of death and fear began to spread everywhere. I fled with my family from north to south in search of safety, security, food and drink. We saw things that the eye had not seen and had not occurred to a human heart. The terrifying and disgraceful machine of destruction did not leave anything human, tree or stone left. Or an animal without destroying it. Let me describe to you life in Gaza. It is like a small hot iron cage in a narrow opened grave that cannot accommodate two people. This cage is thrown with flaming lava in different shapes and types, and birds throw food on it from their mouths in order to quench some of their hunger. And in this The cage is a small hole. It is possible for you to survive all of this if you get out of it, but getting out of it will cost you a lot. It will cost you to forget your quiet and simple life and forget your dreams and ambitions for which you worked and toiled. It will cost you money that you cannot afford, so I created this link for your contribution to saving what It can be saved for someone who has ambition, a love of life, and dreams that he wants to achieve, and wants to complete his education in order to be more successful. I ask you to help and contribute to supporting me in order to leave the stricken Gaza Strip and continue my life away from wars.

Donation Goal:

Our goal is to collect the necessary amount to evacuate from Rafah border to Egypt. The money raised will be used to pay the travel company in charge of evacuation. This means the necessary financial support to rebuild our lives and secure the basic needs for me and my family.

How You Can Help:

We need your support to achieve this goal. You can contribute in any way you find appropriate, as every effort makes a meaningful impact and contributes to making a real difference, through:

Financial donation: You can contribute any amount you deem suitable through this page.

Campaign sharing: Help raise awareness about the campaign by sharing it on social media and with anyone who can assist.

Provide any other support that can help achieve this goal and be a support to us.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

Destiny

Sorry all, megop angst has just been filling my head and I can't get it out. I promise more Astarion will be coming, more fluff Astarion but I need to get this angst out of the way first. I blame Transformers One for this brainrot.

Megatron rested his servo on the window, looking out at the sprawling landscape that was his domain. He watched as his army prepared for their next strike, the sound of engines revving and jets soaring through the sky filled his audials and bit back a sigh.

Why do you do this to me, Orion?

He unsheathed his blade, staring at the blade as his own reflection stared back. It wouldn't be the first time his blade would be stained with Energon, and it wouldn't be the last, but it would be the first time his blade would be stained with the Energon of one he loved so dearly.

Back in the gladiator pits, when he was Megatronus, he never allowed himself to get close to anyone, fearing that one day he might have to face them in the arena. Then the brightest star he'd ever seen in his life ducked into his quarters, calling himself Orion Pax. He'd kept the mech at bay initially, wary of anyone who was from the higher castes but the light the star gave off was far too alluring, and Megatron found himself opening up more and more, until he fell into the deep chasm called love.

He started to look forward to their meetings, started to look forward to seeing the shining pale blue optics, started to look forward to hearing the excited chatter as Orion talked about the bright future he envisioned for Cybertron, a future he wanted the gladiator to help bring to fruition. He wanted that future, but more importantly he wanted to spend that future alongside a certain bright star that had illuminated his life.

And then everything changed.

Orion had stood before the Council, the very same Council that had rejected him, and had been granted the title of a Prime. The mech had the audacity to accept the title, continue to uphold the very structure they were to tear down, and worst of all, had betrayed him.

As he left the building, Orion hadn't even bothered to call out to him. Instead, the mech had stood there, basking in the glory of his new title, leaving the one he considered more than a brother in the darkness, all alone.

Megatron ignored the pang in his spark, gritting his denta. Orion was gone now, replaced by the false Prime. The bright optimistic young data clerk had died the day Optimus Prime was born, and with him all hope for a future together. He powered up his fusion cannon, relishing in its low hum and stepped out the door, all trace of Megatronus left back in the privacy of his quarters. He'd have to kill his past young and naive self someday, or that weakness would be his downfall, and he would not be defeated, not by anyone. If Primus didn't want to give him the destiny he desired, then he would grab it with his own two servos and not let go. He didn't need anyone's aid to grasp what was his, he'd always been at it alone and this time would be no different.

The sound of engines roaring and weapons charging up sent his spark thrumming in anticipation. He could feel it in the air, his Decepticons were raring to go, eager to reclaim what was rightfully theirs, and who was he to deny them that? The Autobots would fall before them and know the wrath of the oppressed, they would know the cost of the lies they had been living in. They would be dragged from their towers, their positions of comfort and be forced to face the harsh reality of life — that they were no different from those they had looked down upon their whole lives. His Decepticons would rebuild Cybertron anew, usher it into a true Golden Age where there would be no false Primes, no caste system, no weak-minded fools deciding the fate of the whole population.

A Cybtertron where no one would ever be unwillingly made into entertainment for the masses. A Cybertron where only those who were truly strong would rule. A Decepticon Cybtertron.

Optimus Prime looked at his newly added weapons arsenal, anxiety gnawing away at him. He never wanted it to come to this, come to a war, but Megatron had been the one to declare it, and he could do nothing to stop the Decepticon leader's destruction except to fight him. Or so his officers said. He hated fighting, hated the sound of the battlefield where the groans of the dying mingled with the sound of weapons being fired, hated the smell of Energon that permeated the air. He hated watching as life faded from blue and red optics alike, hated the screams of pain that would sound all around him as he fought for his life. Most of all, he hated feeling powerless, a feeling that threatened to overwhelm him with each and every Autobot death.

He was their Prime, their leader. They looked up to him, looked to him for hope, and yet more of them died as the war raged on, their wishes going unfulfilled. He may not have killed them directly, but they were dead because he had pulled them into his war. Their Energon might as well be on his servos, no matter what the others told him.

He placed a servo on the window to his quarters, heaving a tired sigh. He wanted nothing more than to end this war, but he also knew he couldn't simply roll over and let Megatron have his way. The mech he once called more than a brother would stop at nothing to tear Cybertron apart, bend what remained of the planet to his will, his rule. He had to fight against such tyranny, it went against everything he stood for, everything he once thought Megatronus stood for. Maybe it had been, before Megatron cruelly killed him, burying the revolutionary gladiator beneath red optics.

His spark ached for the bygone days, the soft tender moments where it had just been Megatronus and Orion Pax, two forbidden lovers pining after each other. He missed the tender touches, the small laughs as they hid away from the world, nestled in each other's embrace. Now the same servos crushed all who stood in his way, the lips that once often quirked into a smile now twisted into a scowl of hate.

He knew the mech he faced on the battlefield was Megatron, not Megatronus, but every time his gaze met the red optics burning with fury, he couldn't help but see Megatronus, the mech he had fallen so hard for. He could never bring himself to pull the trigger, emotions overwhelming him every time he tried. The others chastised him for it, telling him that Megatronus was dead, but he couldn't shake the sight from his processor. Deep down, he yearned for them to be together again, even as destiny tore them apart with each step.

A quiet sob tore itself from his throat as the alarm was raised, shouts filling the base as his Autobots readied themselves for a fight they may not survive. Megatron had been sighted, the scouts reported, and Optimus knew he had to face his fears once more. Running a digit one over a piece of carved metal one last time, he snapped his battle mask into place, hiding the pain and sorrow behind a stoic facade and strode out of his quarters.

Had Megatron thrown out his piece already? Optimus found himself wondering. He couldn't bear to throw it away, not when it held such precious memories, and a small part of him hoped that Megatron still kept his. It would give him the sliver of hope he needed, a sign that the mech he had fallen for was still in there somewhere, but he doubted Megatron would ever tell him if he had kept his piece. For now, he had a battle to win, a war to fight for the future of a Cybertron he envisioned.

A Cybertron where all were treated fairly and justly. A Cybertron where all were equal. An Autobot Cybertron.

Megatron felt something prick his arm and frowned. A piece of carved metal, one he thought he had long lost. He stared at it for a moment, feeling buried emotions flare to life but quickly reburied them. He had no time to dig up the past, the only thing that awaited him was the future he was going to build.

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the piece of metal flying into the wasteland, and never looked back.

[lonniemachin]

Tawfik reached out to me to help spread his fundraiser. He is a Palestinian engineering student urgently raising money to evacuate he and his family from Gaza. He has only raised $3,409 out of his $40,000 goal so far! Please donate and share, and if you can't donate, please still share!

From Tawfik's GFM:

Urgent appeal: Escaping devastation in Gaza - saving a family's hope

Dear merciful souls,

I am Tawfik satoom an engineer, I live in Gaza. I was completing my studies, but unfortunately the unimaginable happened. The war came and took everything from me and my family. I extend my hand to you from the depths of despair that we feel while we are in Gaza in the midst of war. Memories of a life that was once peaceful, full of love and security have been stripped away by the merciless horrors of war. Not only are my possessions lying in ruins, but the pain, agony and humiliation inflicted upon us are beyond the reach of mere words.

Our journey has become a haunting odyssey, and the burden of rebuilding our lives and escaping the darkness prevailing in this war-torn land is insurmountable. As ordinary civilians not affiliated with the conflict, my family and I yearn to...

To be free from this nightmare.

The war destroyed our house, turning it into rubble, and now we find ourselves living in a tent. Life has restricted us greatly, and our only hope is to seek help in escaping this nightmare and making a path towards a decent life.

Now! We only had a tent left.

The harsh truth is that the cost of escaping is staggering - $9,000 per person. For those of us desperately seeking refuge, this amount represents an overwhelming barrier, threatening to imprison us in this suffering.

In our quest for safety and a semblance of normalcy, I turn to you, my fellow humans, for help. Every contribution, whether big or small, is a lifeline that can pull us out of the abyss. Join us in breaking the chains that bind us to this torment.

Be a beacon of hope for Tawfik Satoom and his family. Your support is not just a financial contribution. It is a lifeline to freedom, security and a future free from the horrors of war.

We will use this money to take additional measures to enter Egypt and escape the war.

With the weight of necessity in my heart,

We deserve to live. Tawfik Satoom

[reportsofagrandfuture]

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/03/headway/hoboken-floods.html?unlocked_article_code=1.9kw.gbCb.cy56uUXSa4W2

"A study released by researchers for Rebuild by Design and Ramboll, an architectural engineering firm, suggests that every dollar invested in green infrastructure ultimately yields $2 in “avoided losses” (office closures, waterlogged inventories, flooded basements) and other benefits (improved home values and public health) [...] Just days before the September storm, New York’s mayor, Eric Adams, slashed $75 million that had been slated for the city’s Parks Department to deal with a budget crunch. Disinvestment in parks is going to cost the city in the long run because parks are a first line of defense against climate change."