This Is Such A Deep Quote And I Literally Found It Through Stobotnik Fanart

TW: mentions of SA

Can we talk about how normalized it is to see SA scenes in media (often completely unnecessary ones which only serve to fulfill the perverse fantasies of some random incels), to the point where books with SA scenes are part of school curriculums and everyone just expects you to be fine with it? Because I was just reading a book we're reading for english class rn and we're writing an exam about it soon, when I saw that it had an SA scene (noone warned us about it btw) and had to put the book down because I had a fcking panic attack over it? Like yes, obv my teachers couldn't have known that I have a problem with these kinds of things due to some stuff that happened in my childhood, but they shouldn't just assume we (all of us are minors btw) are just going to be fine with it when they don't know if we might have had experience with that kind of stuff? I do admit, it was very vague and the male protagonist did manage to 'stop it' in time (also in this case i dont think it's a bad thing we got more male SA representation), but I'm personally extremely sensitive to scenes like that and I just have to wonder why we're being forced to read smth like this?

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

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

Literally how did i recite this in my head immediately wtf

It's always ily and never tidirdmfltavshasiicrtwimawsiftoaopwecamsywmtastmywasf

sonic movie 1 stobotnik!!

This does something to me...

Agent Stone in red

(from my shadow & stone au minus shadow)

Im completely normal about him <3

screenshot redraws

Gomez Agent Stone and Morticia Robotnik OMG-

i believe in Gomez-and-Morticia dynamic supremacy

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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