This Does Something To Me...

Literally how did i recite this in my head immediately wtf

It's always ily and never tidirdmfltavshasiicrtwimawsiftoaopwecamsywmtastmywasf

Gay people can't flirt normal they need make a public livestream where they profess their feelings before they die

Gomez Agent Stone and Morticia Robotnik OMG-

i believe in Gomez-and-Morticia dynamic supremacy

Im completely normal about him <3

Mild spoilers for sonic 3:

Currently making an Agent Stone edit (cuz my pookie is wayyyy too underrated) and tell me why he was having one-sided beef with Knuckles the entire time 😭😭😭?! Ig it makes sense cuz he was jealous of him in the 2nd movie as well but still-

sonic movie 1 stobotnik!!

Istg if noone wants to write this i'll do it myself (even though i'm superstitious and actually terrified of the writers curse but oh well)

SPOILERS FOR SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 3:

To all the stobotnik ff authors out there, can someone pls write a fanfic of Stone coping unhealthily after Robotniks death? Inspired by the posts on Agent Stone's tumblr account on here, I just want to see my little babygirl fall back into alcoholic tendencies (because I'm weird like that and we need more angsty fics centered around Agent Stone) and be depressed about the death of his husboss plssss

Hello

my name is Aya, I am 26 years old, currently living in the northern part of Gaza City, and I am a mother of two children. My oldest is my daughter, Sana'a, who is 5 years old, and my youngest is my son, Wasfi, who is 3.

Since the morning of October 7th, 2023, our lives have been turned upside down. We have lived through the hardest days of our lives, facing displacement and homelessness. We have been forced to leave our home more than ten times since the war began. We would leave without knowing where to go.

We sought refuge in schools and relatives' homes, hoping we could return home and that this nightmare would end. But our house was bombed, and our dreams were destroyed. We became homeless and displaced.

Every day, we wake up to the sound of bombs and rockets. I lived in constant fear and terror with my children, especially when my family's house was bombed while we were taking shelter there.

We are experiencing a real famine in Gaza. I’ve gone to bed with my children many nights without dinner because there is no food available. We have had to eat animal and bird feed due to the high cost of flour just to fill the hunger of my young children. Even after eating it, we all suffered from diarrhea and severe stomach pain. My children developed rashes on their bodies due to the spread of viruses and the accumulation of garbage. There is also a severe shortage of water, and even when we find it, it's not safe to drink.

My children cry, asking for vegetables, fruits, and eggs, but we can’t afford them because we have no income. The gas shortage has forced us to use fire for everything—cooking and baking—using plastic and pipes because firewood is so hard to find.

My children also developed jaundice, and I struggled a lot to get them better because there was no access to vegetables, fruits, or medicine. I even feared that my son might have developed polio because he already had leg problems before the war, and they worsened due to malnutrition.

Winter is coming, and we have nothing for it. I need clothes and shoes for my children to keep them warm, but I can’t buy them because they are so expensive.

For this reason, I beg of you and hope that you can support me, even with the smallest contribution, so I can provide my children with the most basic necessities of life.

I was displaced with my children to my family's house, tears in my eyes. On the way, Salah Al-Din Street was bombed, and the Israeli occupation committed horrific massacres. By the grace of God, we survived for the first time. We lived in terror and fear. A few days later, my family's house was bombed, and we were pulled out from under the rubble, miraculously surviving for the second time.

When my husband heard the news that we had died, he came to bid us farewell, only to find us alive by God's grace. We returned with him, but as the situation worsened and the fire belts in our area increased, we started to flee again and again, not knowing where to go next.

I beg of you to share my story and help me continue to live.

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Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin

The moment you come into view

Chances are you think that I'm in love with you

SPOILERS FOR SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 3:

To all the stobotnik ff authors out there, can someone pls write a fanfic of Stone coping unhealthily after Robotniks death? Inspired by the posts on Agent Stone's tumblr account on here, I just want to see my little babygirl fall back into alcoholic tendencies (because I'm weird like that and we need more angsty fics centered around Agent Stone) and be depressed about the death of his husboss plssss