i think Silver doesn't actually know how to drive in the sonic racing games. i think he's just using his telekinesis to move the car and making the car noises with his mouth
i think there’s divinity in gross and ugly things. i think the radical love and acceptance of what is weird and nasty is angelic and i think there is something holy about indulging in the neglected/looked down on/outcast/unacceptable parts of this world. you should let yourself be weird
freaky queers & pups & kittens & leather lovers & bears who paint their nails & gnc kinksters & weirdos & transfem truck freaks & trashy transmascs & people who can't describe themselves accurately & people with weird pronouns & drag queens & drag kings & weird furries my heart goes out to you and i love you happy pride
"Whereas Silver, I would think, for all of his openness and naivety... is hesitant to make new friends, because he's used to seeing them die. You don't want to make connections after a point, but he is also, y'know, clearly desperate to make connections, because he's a people person. He likes other people, he wants to be around other people, he wants to protect people." -- Ian Flynn, on Silver the hedgehog
(NOTE: this quote is from an upcoming Espilver BumbleKast Mini sponsored by @transmanshadow!)
dude who cares who calls themselves what word. literally who gives a shit. i don’t care who considers themself a lesbian or gay or bi or pan and i don’t care who sees themself as a man or woman or both or neither and i don’t care whether someone uses transgender or transsexual or transvestite or whatever the hell. who cares. it’s words. it’s words people call themselves. people are entitled to whatever words they like. let’s hold hands
i have a headcanon that when Silver is back in his future, he always does research on his friends.
every time he changes history, he goes back and tries to find out what their lives were like, who they ended up being with (if anybody), if they're still remembered over a hundred years after their passing, that kind of thing. and every single time, he finds out where they are buried, because he doesn't want them to be forgotten. he doesn't want anybody to forget who they were or what they did for the world. if he finds their grave sites abandoned and overgrown, he cleans them up and maintains them. if he finds that their contributions and heroics were forgotten, he puts up fliers and stuff around cities so that at least someone will know the truth.
and when months pass without any portals to send him back, when he starts to wonder if he finally won for good this time, he goes and he just spends time at their graves. he talks to them. he cries. he prays that something, anything, will happen so that a portal will appear and allow him to see his friends again, just one last time... he hates himself for feeling this way, because he believes that he should just be happy that everything is okay.
but he misses them so much. the only people who truly understand him all died over a hundred years before he was ever born.
silver the hedgehog is canonically gay and in love with espio the chameleon. this information was revealed to me in a vision by john sega himself. you're welcome