So today I tripped. Fell flat on my face, it was awful but ultimately harmless. My service dog, however, is trained to go get an adult if I have a seizure, and he assumed this was a seizure (were training him to do more to care for me, but we didn’t learn I had epilepsy until a year after we got him)
I went after him after I had dusten off my jeans and my ego, and I found him trying to get the attention of a very annoyed woman. She was swatting him away and telling him to go away. So I feel like I need to make this heads up
If a service dog without a person approaches you, it means the person is down and in need of help
Don’t get scared, don’t get annoyed, follow the dog! If it had been an emergency situation, I could have vomited and choked, I could have hit my head, I could have had so many things happen to me. We’re going to update his training so if the first person doesn’t cooperate, he moves on, but seriously guys. If what’s-his-face could understand that lassie wanted him to go to the well, you can figure out that a dog in a vest proclaiming it a service dog wants you to follow him
Doing a final project in my stats class, we have to pick a subject and collect data on it. We need at least 100 data points, and I figured this blog is big enough that a poll on here could get to that pretty easily!
Doing my project on if it’s more likely to be born in certain months :]
I have gotten the OK from my teacher to collect data using a Tumblr poll, btw. I’m also going to have to send her this post as proof of where I got the data from / proof I didn’t just make up the numbers. So. Behave
[ID: Despicable Me meme with Gru presenting a plan on posterboards. First step: That’s a neat idea! Second step: Someone should write it! Third step: I’m that someone. Gru stops and looks back at step three with concern/disappointment/sadness. End ID.]
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Ryland Grace/Rocky
Characters: Ryland Grace, Rocky (Project Hail Mary)
Additional Tags: other relationship tag is because rocky gender???? who knows, not me, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia, Improper Use of Xenonite (Project Hail Mary), Consent, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Dom/sub, Submissive Ryland Grace, Dominant Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Ryland Grace is a Leaky Space Blob, Praise Kink, Kink Negotiation, Degradation Kink, POV Third Person, Touch-Starved Ryland Grace, He/Him Pronouns for Rocky (Project Hail Mary), Alien Biology, Collars, Pet Play, Puppy Play, Hand & Finger Kink, Begging, Ryland Grace Has a Praise Kink, Orgasm Edging
Summary:
"Grace miss collar?"
"Yeah," he sighs, wistful. "Yeah, I do. I miss it. I want—want to be a good boy, good dog, I—" His breath catches, teeth sinking into his lips as he realizes what he's said.
"Grace can be Rocky's good boy. Rocky make collar for Grace. Like Airbud."
"Yeah. Yeah, like Airbud, I—you don't have to—"
"Grace want, question?"
"Yes."
"Then Rocky make. Is no big deal."
Or, Ryland Grace, unlike other puppies sent to Space, finds someone amongst the stars to take care of him.
Dudes healthcare is so fake. My ADHD meds are $940 without insurance. But they gave me a website of "coupons" which straight up looks like a scam website, and I got it today for $60! Just a coupon from a random website and it was $900 cheaper. America, I am confusion!! America explain!!
as a pharmacy technician i can share with you some websites that give you those "coupons" for your meds!
goodrx is the most well known one, but if i'm trying to find the cheapest price for a patient i compare it to scriptcycle, and use whichever is offering the best price. you just type in the medication (PLEASE make sure you're getting the right drug, dosage, and quantity) and your zip code and they will spit out some offers for you
some pharmacies may have their own discount card to compare to as well!
if you are getting a name brand medication, you can also look at the manufacturer's website to see if they offer any evouchers for you to use too
The way isolation plays on your psyche, and the way that a solid support system can improve your life is insane. One of the worst things that we did as a society is removing most avenues to find this kind of thing, and the over reliance on the idea of getting better on your own
I know we love thinking of Rocky hanging out on Grace’s chest like a weighted blanket so let’s DEFINITELY NOT think about Grace sleeping on his stomach one day and Rocky settling carefully on top of him like usual and Grace wakes up screaming and thrashing and panicking because it reminds him of being held down and drugged and sent away to die
when rocky lets grace loose in the biodome for the first time do u think he near immediately fell to his knees and sobbed, grabbing fistfuls of sand/dirt to prove to himself that he’s not dreaming, or do u think thousands of years of evolution hit him like a freight train and he took off running before he knew what he was doing, as fast and as far as he could, to prove to himself that he could
Ok so at some point on Erid, Grace expresses interest in learning about their fauna, or if they have anything like pets. Rocky describes several, and eventually agrees to arrange an interaction with one type commonly kept as a pet. Grace doesn't want to observe from afar, and requests some kind of xenonite ball/suit situation. Rocky insists on supervising closely, not wanting his fragile alien friend to have his shit wrecked by an overexcited creature.
Things end up going smoothly, and the animal is pretty cute! It looks like nothing Grace has ever seen before, and he's well aware it could obliterate his bones if it suddenly charged at him. But it's quite small, and it makes adorable noises.
All this is my excuse for Rocky to have his first experience hearing the absurd baby talk so many of us do with animals lol.
Grace's voice pitches up and down wildly, cooing and spouting incoherent words. He strokes the barrier between him and the creature, petting it as best he can, and for whatever reason, finds it necessary to say, "Who's a good little domesticated animal?? Yeeesss, it's you!"
When he finally says something to Rocky in his normal voice, all Rocky can say is, "What the fuck was that, question??"
NOTICE FOR PSYCHOTIC PEOPLES LIKE ME AND THE NEW TOMODACHI LIFE: Please please pretty pretty please be careful while playing Living the Dream, esp if you’re currently unmedicated!!!
The game treats the Miis like they’re real people and makes zero mention ever that they are not, and only ever refers to them and their POV as if they are real and you are their caretaker! While playing this honestly messed with my head pretty badly at times and made me worry a lot on if I was hurting real people/not doing enough for real people while I was playing!
I cannot imagine how much worse this would be for someone who’s unmedicated, non-dormant, or experiencing breakthrough symptoms! Do please be careful and PLEASE remember to have a way to reality check yourself while playing the game!!!
Also: If you’re not psychotic, please reblog this anyway!!! It may not seem like a big deal to you but these kinds of things are REALLY important to know for us psychotic folk in a world that is both hostile and negligent to us and our needs!!!
This doesn't affect me, but there's a possible scene in that dream where the miis have a conversation with a lamp where they say something that breaks the fourth wall (I don't remember what exactly), there's a brief moment of silence, and then suddenly the mii whips their head up to look directly "at you", then the dream ends. And while to me personally this was a funny "oh shit he can see me lol" moment, I did very much also immediately think that this is gonna fuck someone up.
Be careful about the lamp dream if you're sensitive about this stuff. Possibly skip it just to be safe
I hope you don't mind this but I read your Emmrich/Illario wip from a while back and omg it is So Good. I love how you characterize Emmrich in your work and your writing is so consistently Stellar
anon i'm screaming crying throwing up you're so sweet!!!!!!!!!!! emmrich/illario...been a bit since i've thought about them but htey're so!!! rahhh!!!! thank you for the ask you're always welcome to yell in my inbox i love hearing from you!
"Yeah," he huffs, mostly a laugh, fingers flexing around his cock. Head knocking back, heart thudding within his ears, because fuck, his brain is going a million miles a minute and he really, really can't make sense of it. "Yeah, that's why—why there's a saying among humans about being fucked—fucked dumb, holy moly." He groans, thumb smearing pre-cum against the head, peering over at Rocky through his lashes.
"Grace is fucking dumb." Rocky repeats—he's getting better with conjugating verbs, figuring out the way they work within the sentence. It's happening now, so—tracks. And it's a true statement, outside of his current state of being. He let's his eyes fall shut, breath stuttering as he lets out another laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I'm—fucking dumb, I—Jesus, Mary and the camel. God, it's been—can't even remember the last time I used that word."
"Which word. Question."
"Fuck. It's uh—not a nice one, on Earth. Not one to use around uh, kids, which I spend a lotta time around. Also not great to think about, kids, while doing this so uh, just gonna move right along."
"Rocky not say fuck anymore. Question."
"It's kinda—kinda funny hearing you say it, but—maybe not. fudge, it's—oh, boy. Okay. Okay, lock in, we're—we're locking back in."
"Locking in." Rocky repeats, a rumbling set of notes filling the room. "You become not dumb. Question."
"No, I'm still—still dumb, I—dumbest human to ever—oh, boy, I'm—"
"No." Rocky says suddenly, and his hand stops moving. It sends something electric up his spine, lips kissing his teeth, eyes opening even though they're heavy to look at the Eridian. "No. Grace is not dumb. Statement."
"I am, buddy, I—"
"No." The program doesn't allow for intonation, but he can tell anyway that Rocky is angry7. Or at the very least, speaking firmer. An arm tapping against the glass, limbs shifting in a way that kind of reminds him of a lizard showing his frill. Making himself bigger, louder, to get his way. "Grace is not dumb. Statement. Grace say it." A pause; he can see Rocky's limbs shifting, cocking, as he thinks for the word. "Order."
They've been working on that too. Orders. Not just a statement, an, 'Oh, man, if I don't do this right now we will fucking die, so listen to me right now,' statement. Granted, he hasn't really used it with the Eridian—only in practice, and to Rocky's great amusement when things are a little heated and they both need to blow off some steam with something light-hearted and fun. Silly orders, like explaining what a crayon tastes like, or why dolphins don't have legs, or how everything kind of evolves into crabs, one way or another.
But this? This is…holy moly. It's like a hand on the back of his neck, forcing his head to bow. Warm heat in his stomach, rising high, fingers flexing as he resists the urge to spill in his hand right then and there. He burns, electric, jaw working as he can hear Rocky shifting, impatient. "Order," Rocky repeats, and it only makes the fuzziness in his head multiply. "Means right now. Important. Grace not understand order, question."
"Sorry. Grace did something wrong." Another pause, like Rocky is debating on whether it's a statement or a question. In this case, it's one of those fun little things where it's probably fucking both. And then, he can hear it. The sound of Rocky's glee, that sonorous set of notes that makes the hair on his arms stand on end, the heat climbing up. Fire licking up his spine, dread white-hot and coated in arousal, because that's Rocky's 'I have a great fucking idea' noise, and there's no fucking telling what it could. It'll probably only be a little mortifying, maybe. He's a little too focused on how rock-hard his dick is to care. "Grace bad boy. Did not follow order."
"Oh, gosh," he babbles, cock pulsing in his hand, body curling tight at the shame and mortification. He's probably scarlet, shoulders hitching up, breaths heavy and quick as he mouth works faster than his mind. "Yes, yes, I'm—bad, I'm—sorry, so sorry, I—"
"Grace want to be good boy. Question."
"Yes," a moan, nearly a sob, so loud he feels like it echoes in the room. Hand squeezing like a vice around his cock, because even though Rocky hasn't said anything at all about stopping the movement, probably wouldn't even think to do so, the word bad makes him freeze and teeter in that wonderful, anxious place of desire. He can keep going when he's good. When Rocky decides he's earned it. And what a novel fucking concept, something he'll be mortified about when the high has faded and he realizes he will somehow, probably, have to explain dominance and submission to a fucking alien. "Yes, please, please please please please—"
"Grace follow order. Then Grace good boy. Statement."
