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im still!!!!!! working on this fic!!!!

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drew this imag eof sonic and its freaking me the fuck out

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Summary: Eggman knew he'd target the satellite. Work smarter, not harder. While Tails could've gone to each titan individually and take out their receivers, it made more sense to target the hub itself so all of them would be vulnerable simultaneously. Sure, it put him in a vulnerable position himself—without backup—but he'd made it out of tighter scrapes before, and Eggman hadn't built a system that he couldn't hack his way out of yet. But Eggman also knew he couldn't stop Tails from successfully infiltrating his system, so he did what he did best. He laid a trap.

A/N: This is a gift for my dear friend, @studioboner! You asked for anything with Tails, so I hope this fic delivers! This was really fun to conceptualize while thinking of you and what you might like for our favorite fox boy! 💗 Also, special thank you to @frostios for organizing everything! You're amazing! (And I'm so sorry you're sick right now. Sending well wishes and healing thoughts your way.) This fic takes place post-Sonic Frontiers, also post-The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, though that's not as plot-relevant.

No Cracks in a Closed Loop

The satellite was rigged to self-destruct.

Tails could see it in the code. Eggman knew he'd see it. That was the point.

He'd been testing him lately, baiting him into battles of the mind and moral dilemmas just as much as battles with actual badniks. His computer prowess continuously escalated to keep pace with Tails as the fox surpassed him time and time again, upping the ante with each encounter. No longer the little boy "wasting his potential lingering in Sonic's shadow," Eggman now knew his ticket to victory hinged on two critical things. Finding a way to slow down the fastest thing alive and outfoxing Miles "Tails" Prower. 

So far he'd had the first covered with this latest scheme. Seven mechanical beasts had been activated across the continent, all powered by a Chaos Emerald and capable of crippling cities with weaponry on par with those seen on the Starfall Islands. The data Sage had compiled from Eggman's time in cyberspace and interfacing with the titans was now being used by the empire to fortify his own designs. From a satellite Eggman had launched into the United Federation's airspace, he sent a signal powerful enough to control all seven remotely and send them on a warpath to reunite.

Once they did—with all seven Chaos Emeralds unified as the source of their power—the devastation they could unleash defied quantification.

Sonic was running to and from each titan, collecting the emeralds so he could use them instead before seeking out the next. In the meantime, his friends had split into six teams to tackle each titan. Knuckles and Amy, Shadow and Omega, Espio and Silver, Blaze and Rouge, Whisper and Tangle, and Vector and Lanolin with Charmy and Cream. The seventh titan would be left unchecked until Sonic could make it there with the other six emeralds, so he could go super and blast right through it.

But collecting the emeralds relied on one key factor.

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Just Sonic's

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(hears a song lyric) this would make a great all-lower case fanfiction title

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A pro-Palestine Jew on tiktok asked those of us who were raised pro-Israel, what got us to change our minds on Palestine. I made a video to answer (with my voice, not my face), and a few people watched it and found some value in it. I'm putting this here too. I communicate through text better than voice.

So I feel repetitive for saying this at this point, but I grew up in the West Bank settlements. I wrote this post to give an example of the extent to which Palestinians are dehumanized there.

Where I live now, I meet Palestinians in day to day life. Israeli Arab citizens living their lives. In the West Bank, it was nothing like that. Over there, I only saw them through the electric fence, and the hostility between us and Palestinians was tangible.

When you're a child being brought into the situation, you don't experience the context, you don't experience the history, you don't know why they're hostile to you. You just feel "these people hate me, they don't want me to exist." And that bubble was my reality. So when I was taught in school that everything we did was in self defense, that our military is special and uniquely ethical because it's the only defensive military in the world - that made sense to me. It slotted neatly into the reality I knew.

One of the first things to burst the bubble for me was when I spoke to an old Israeli man and he was talking about his trauma from battle. I don't remember what he said, but it hit me wrong. It conflicted with the history as I understood it. So I was a bit desperate to make it make sense again, and I said, "But everything we did was in self defense, right?"

He kinda looked at me, couldn't understand at all why I was upset, and he went, "We destroyed whole villages. Of course we did. It was war, that's what you do."

And that casual "of course" stuck with me. I had to look into it more.

I couldn't look at more accurate history, and not at accounts by Palestinians, I was too primed against these sources to trust them. The community I grew up in had an anti-intellectual element to it where scholars weren't trusted about things like this.

So what really solidified this for me, was seeing Palestinian culture.

Because part of the story that Israel tells us to justify everything, is that Palestinians are not a distinct group of people, they're just Arabs. They belong to the nations around us. They insist on being here because they want to deny us a homeland. The Palestinian identity exists to hurt us. This, because the idea of displacing them and taking over their lands doesn't sound like stealing, if this was never theirs and they're only pretending because they want to deprive us.

But then foods, dances, clothing, embroidery, the Palestinian dialect. These things are history. They don't pop into existence just because you hate Jews and they're trying to move here. How gorgeous is the Palestinian thobe? How stunning is tatreez in general? And when I saw specific patterns belonging to different regions of Palestine?

All of these painted for me a rich shared life of a group of people, and countered the narrative that the Palestininian identity was fabricated to hurt us. It taught me that, whatever we call them, whatever they call themselves, they have a history in this land, they have a right to it, they have a connection to it that we can't override with our own.

I started having conversations with leftist friends. Confronting the fact that the borders of the occupied territories are arbitrary and every Israeli city was taken from them. In one of those conversations, I was encouraged to rethink how I imagine peace.

This also goes back to schooling. Because they drilled into us, we're the ones who want peace, they're the ones who keep fighting, they're just so dedicated to death and killing and they won't leave us alone.

In high school, we had a stadium event with a speaker who was telling us about a person who defected from Hamas, converted to Christianity and became a Shin Bet agent. Pretty sure you can read this in the book "Son of Hamas." A lot of my friends read the book, I didn't read it, I only know what I was told in that lecture. I guess they couldn't risk us missing out on the indoctrination if we chose not to read it.

One of the things they told us was how he thought, we've been fighting with them for so long, Israelis must have a culture around the glorification of violence. And he looked for that in music. He looked for songs about war. And for a while he just couldn't find any, but when he did, he translated it more fully, and he found out the song was about an end to wars. And this, according to the story as I was told it, was one of the things that convinced him. If you know know the current trending Israeli "war anthem," you know this flimsy reasoning doesn't work.

Back then, my friend encouraged me to think more critically about how we as Israelis envision peace, as the absence of resistance. And how self-centered it is. They can be suffering under our occupation, but as long as it doesn't reach us, that's called peace. So of course we want it and they don't.

Unless we're willing to work to change the situation entirely, our calls for peace are just "please stop fighting back against the harm we cause you."

In this video, Shlomo Yitzchak shares how he changed his mind. His story is much more interesting than mine, and he's much more eloquent telling it. He mentions how he was taught to fear Palestinians. An automatic thought, "If I go with you, you'll kill me." I was taught this too. I was taught that, if I'm in a taxi, I should be looking at the driver's name. And if that name is Arab, I should watch the road and the route he's taking, to be prepared in case he wants to take me somewhere to kill me. Just a random person trying to work. For years it stayed a habit, I'd automatically look at the driver's name. Even after knowing that I want to align myself with liberation, justice, and equality. It was a process of unlearning.

On October, not long after the current escalation of violence, I had to take a taxi again. A Jewish driver stopped and told me he'll take me, "so an Arab doesn't get you." Israeli Jews are so comfortable saying things like this to each other. My neighbors discussed a Palestinian employee, with one saying "We should tell him not to come anymore, that we want to hire a Jew." The second answered, "No, he'll say it's discrimination," like it would be so ridiculous of him. And the first just shrugged, "So we don't have to tell him why." They didn't go through with it, but they were so casual about this conversation.

In the Torah, we're told to treat those who are foreign to us well, because we know what it's like to be the foreigner. Fighting back against oppression is the natural human thing to do. We know it because we lived it. And as soon as I looked at things from this angle, it wasn't really a choice of what to support.

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i believe in accessibility so ive been trying to keep the tone of my posts entry-level and relatively civil. i can afford this much because im not palestinian so i have some degree of removal. but if you guys saw the state of my inbox, you would understand why refusing to justify, explain or clarify anything might be more dignified. there are almost ten thousand people dead right now. i feel like a lot of people are just not understanding the weight of this. more children have been killed in gaza in the past three weeks than in all of the world’s conflicts combined in each of the past three years. this is so far beyond crime, so far beyond mass murder, that sometimes i think entertaining questions about it at all is complicity in and of itself. in a normal world, the entire global apparatus, every international body, would be falling over itself to stop this. the prospect of so many civilians—and most significantly children—dead is actually the worst-case scenario. it is what international law was created to prevent. i say children specifically not because adult palestinians are not equally valuable, but because this is a war on children. gaza's population is 50% children. these airstrikes are most lethal on the smallest and most vulnerable bodies. entire buildings are crumbling on kids. they are being murdered in their homes, by their homes.

deliberately. by people with the most advanced military and surveillance technology in the world. by people who know exactly where every single civilian in gaza is. by people who have their phone numbers and send them threatening texts. by people who have drones observing their every movement. by people who are watching them starve, bombing their bakeries, barricading their water. they bring down buildings on children on purpose.

it's a genocide. and still we talk.

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u already knowwwwwwwwww

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OH HEY...... hey guys......

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testing some stuff. doodle dump

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a single tails from an art dump that I DID NOT SAVE BECAUSE I HAVE SPAGHETTI FOR BRAINS

he is all that remains

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sketching ideas for my version of april :]

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doodles i made while watching the latest @snapscube murder of sonic stream WAHOO!!!!

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heavenly body ☄