They Fucked Up His Lab Partner 4 Times

You broke me in the best way possible. You broke me in the delicious way a voice breaks to hit different note, in the way you break in a new favorite coat, in the way a bone needs to be rebroken and reset if it doesn’t heal properly.

You broke the person I was, the person I had somehow turned into along the way, and you pulled the best parts of who I used to be to the surface. In my heart you paved the way for who I am now. You stitched together the best parts of who I was then and who I used to be so long ago.

In loving you I started to love myself, to love who I turned into around you, to love the person you made me want to be.

Slowly, you led me to enjoy the world again and I’m forever grateful

And you wanna know something?

You didn’t even know you did it,

But I’m so glad you did

Happy birthday to my girlfriend

To you: my heart, my light, and my hope (and my gayness <3)

Is he gayyyyyyyyy…or neurodivergent??

Both, with disabled flavored sprinkles on top

more High Hawk Season fanart because i think about it a lot

Actually wait i kinda can but its limited to chemical and temperature idk how else to explain it

Kinda like a snake lmao

But i can only tell if somethings even a little too chemical, what general temperature it is, and sometimes if its really sweet or spicy

I really wish i could actually smell my girlfriend’s perfume bc she looks amazing and feels amazing and from the little ive been able to tell tastes amazing so i have a feeling she smells great too and im too much of a nosedead dumbass to notice it ;-;

“you smell good” is a top tier compliment

Did i manage to find another spot that you didn’t know you’re ridiculously ticklish from??????? I thought that you knew you were ticklish everywhere baby

ughhh guess who found out their legs are embarrassingly ticklish? like what?!? im sorry legs?! not just knees and thighs and stuff although those too. like shins and back of knees and calves and ankles. like im sorry what?!

Made some more humanformer designs! Today’s victims are Bumblebee and Ratchet ✨✨

Why have I had my girlfriend’s laugh stuck in my head all day help I keep thinking about the way her eyes light up and the light hits them and they literally shine the most amazing shade of blue- but like not just blue but a bit of green and I swear if I look close enough (which I do bc I’m so gay when it comes to her I can’t) I can see a hint or two of yellow and it’s mesmerizing and help me I’m in love

AHHHHHHHHHHH

Where there is love there is life

Currently trying not to scream rn this concept is AMAZING

Little stobotnik reverse au idea that Im prolly never gonna fully flesh out. Context: Stone is a commander and Robotnik was assigned to him to both get him out of the lab and to give Stone an assistant. Whta they didnt prepare for was for them to be even worse menaces that they started.

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“Commander Stone, I believe it's your turn to share your next strategies,” some nobody moves on from the last speaker. Stone has never liked these meetings, so he just waves a hand towards his assistant.

“Ah, Robotnik knows everything,” Stone deadpans. “He’ll explain everything.” Robotnik looks up from his tablet, where he was just pretending to take notes, in confusion.

“Wha-”

“Go on,” Stone glances over his shoulder at the other, waving towards the front. Robotnik glances up before looking back at his boss. “You’re the one making the robots for it. Go explain.”

Robotnik thinks to push back. After all, he'd only been assigned as the commander’s personal assistant/scientist a little more than a week ago. Yet, as a different official they could care less about tries to speak up against it, Stone harshly snaps in their face and continues to look at Robotnik expectantly. Taking a deep breath, not bothering to hide the slump in his shoulders, he walks to the front and starts to set up the PowerPoint.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to Robotnik’s presentation. They've already been over all of this: the robotics, the attached firearms, the strategies, the insane amount of casualties that the resulting explosions would cause. It's much more entertaining to watch his coworkers struggle to keep up. Stone likes how his new assistant can do that- speak so fast and with such a brilliant vocabulary that just about anyone else blue screens. Everyone except for Stone, of course. He wouldn't have direct contact with one of G.U.N.’s best engineers otherwise. Plus, by the end of it, Robotnik has that wild grin of genius that Stone loves to see. The PowerPoint ends with a little gif of an explosion over a stick figure labelled “the enemies”- Robotnik’s the one that made the slides.

Stone doesn't bother to pay attention to how the chair skids out behind him as he gets up, his hands planted on the table and a similar, sinister grin to his assistant plastered on his face. “Now then, I believe that was all that was asked of me. Ta-ta. Doctor! Let's get a move on.” Stone doesn't even glance over his shoulder to know his assistant is following. Though, he does pause and groan as he can already hear the nobodies shoot up from their seats.

“Now where do you think you're going?” One of them demands, as if they have the right.

“Back to my lair-” sure, it's technically an office, but it's a separate building and it's decorated in a way that lair just fits better- “and I'd really prefer to get a move on. I have wars to end before they start.”

“And what makes you think you can just walk out?!”

Stone snaps his finger and waits a moment for Robotnik to catch on. Thankfully, he doesn't have to turn around before he hears his doctor start speaking to the table. “You see, in our subsequently ranked hierarchy based on levels of critical importance, certain time, skill, and activities are ranked excessively greater than those of measly circle jerks of power.”After a few beats of confused silence, Stone can feel Robotnik turn to him. “Commander?”

Stone spins around with a sadistic grin on his face. “Ya basic!” He translates, much louder than necessary. He turns back around and gestures for his assistant to follow. “Doctor, let's go.”

“Yes, commander.”

Once that door is closed behind him, Stone spares a glance at his assistant. Robotnik has never been good at hiding emotions. Well, he is, just not to Stone. He memorized every micro expression he could the first week of having him. Yet, even those that don't know Robotnik could see the beaming smile on his face. Putting stuck up idiots in their place tends to have that effect.

“Honestly, what were those imbeciles thinking,” Stone starts on a rant, already storming through the building, towards the exit, “not even just those meetings. God, I hate those meetings. But they also had you locked up in a lab before this? With, what? Mediocre scientists? Despicable! Unthinkable! Downright idiotic! Listen here my dear doctor, if I ever- and I mean EVER- start treating you like that, smack me. You have my full permission.”

“Yes, commander.”

“And I mean it. You might be my assistant, but I'm not stupid. You're capable of great things, and by hell are we going to achieve them.”

Stone can almost hear that grin grow wider as Robotnik repeats another, “yes, commander.”

“Now then,” Stone pauses to hold the door open for his assistant, “we have casualties to cause.”

twenty years across the sea