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its fluttershy's awesome secret

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Felt compelled to draw @gasterofficial’s post

Hang in there everyone

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I emerge from a thousand year slumber to bring you my blorbos. They won't leave my head nor pay rent for taking up the space.

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No context preview, get ready haha

As always, I post over on @hypercubecats

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Now this is what you call self-referential classes with infinite recursion, containing lots of bites bytes.

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Made this during @nightmargin's stream on twitch

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FLASHING WARNING

i know im the billionth person to do something like this but whatever!!! whatever !!!!

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I'm losing my marbles please help this man he just wants a home how could he be forgotten like this

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Our school day almost turned into our funeral.

We were walking home from school — me, my three siblings, and my father — taking the usual 12-kilometer journey under the sun, through rubble and danger.

Suddenly… an explosion.

A missile hit a tent right in front of us.

Adam and Sarah screamed. I froze.

My father shouted, “Run!”

I grabbed my siblings’ hands and we ran through smoke and blood, tripping over stones… and body parts.

We made it home in silence.

My father sat alone.

He didn’t speak, but we knew something inside him had collapsed.

Just a month ago, he made a decision:

We wouldn’t stay in a dirty tent waiting for sympathy.

He said to my mother, “We’ll rent a house. We’ll live with dignity... even if no one hears us.”

He sent us to school — in war, under bombs, with no food — just so we could have a future.

And now…

He stays up every night trying to get our voice to reach you. (you can read more about it here & here)

He doesn’t tell us how hard it is. But we can see it.

In his silence.

In his tired eyes.

In how he still wakes up after an hour of sleep to walk us back and forth from school.

We haven't paid the rent. The school is asking for fees. There’s no flour. No water. No peace.

That’s why I’m the one writing now.

I’m his daughter. This is my message.

Maybe someone will hear me. Maybe someone’s heart will move.

Please… help my father, even with something small.

So he doesn't fall while trying to keep us standing.

So we can live with dignity — — not despair.

GoFundMe for the children's schooling: GazaVetters #644 .

Donation link

— Layan❤️‍🩹

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Three of my friends and I went and took some money to buy a kilo of flour, which costs $85, and we were on the way.

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Quails are well known for being the largest of all birds... right?

Painted live on Twitch.tv/ABluSkittle

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I think the Sonic cast should argue over nonsensical things all day all the time

YouTube ver

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