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headspace-hotel

dammnnnn i gotta get ready for bed instead of thinking about the Dyatlov Pass Incident........

tucsonhorse

Ask A Mortician on youtube has a good video about it, if you want to watch that...

headspace-hotel

My followers r so helpful at thinking of ways for me to not go to sleep...

kosmogrl

fucking-relax

this is helpful to getting started on anything regardless of what you call it (from this post)

problem solving steps

IMPROVE distress tolerance skill

acewithapaintbrush

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This Carl and Grace centric one-shot was inspired by this heartbreaking art by @sharkfiinn It poses the question, how long Carl knew about his fate before Grace did and someone commented under the post that he knew the moment he walked into that conference room so for 3 hours and I found myself thinking "I actually think he knew way longer than that" and that idea wouldn't leave my head so now here we are.

terrestrialnoob

The thing about Danny is, he cannot separate love from pain. His parents love him, they love him so much they shoot at him with guns specially designed to kill him specifically. There's not a girl he loves that isn't mean to him, who doesn't want to kill some part of him for their own gain. His sister can't show him love without digging into his insecurities first. The city he fights to protect treats him like a criminal. Love is looking past the barrel of a gun and hoping the person on the other side will recognize you faster than they pull the trigger.

notquiteaghost

i made gracerocky mutually kiss-averse in qpr fic as part of my ongoing kiss aversion agenda but yknow what.... yknow what. grace who does not like kissing because it's wet and weird and overwhelming. rocky who agrees with this assessment when they first discuss it (is there kissing in rocky (the film)? surely there is) but then the longer he spends around grace the more he is forced to confront that fluids are inherently erotic to eridians and actually he wants to kiss grace SO bad. yes it would kill both of them but so would a lot of things he wants. and then he has to hide this revelation from grace because he knows grace isn't going to have a whole kink awakening about this. this is rocky's burden to bear

so obviously eventually grace calls him out on it. and rocky is like okay fine yes grace's mouth being full of fluids is hot as fuck!!! are you happy now!!! and grace is like. well. i never said your mouth is gross. we can workshop this. we should at least try me sucking on your fingers i have been thinking about that for months. and rocky says for HOW long??? and grace says oh and you were so forthcoming with your weird fantasies? and rocky says i need a list. full list right now go. get the whiteboard.

onsuchsmallthingstheworldturns

Sitcom, Comedy, Parody, Adventure, Musical, FantasyA musical comedy adventure featuring a knight on a quest for love who helps a childish ki

All the episodes of Galavant are on the Internet Archive!

phmcolorszine

🚀 Houston, we have lift off!

The Hail Mary has successfully left Earth’s atmosphere, and our crew wants to thank everyone for their overwhelming support for the zine!

We plan to email the final decisions on August 11th! Please keep an eye out on our socials for any updates / date changes.

Ad astra ✨

phmcolorszine

Results have been emailed out! All applicants - please check the email that you applied with. If you do not see an email from us ([email protected]), please reach out.

Thank you again to all who applied and the amazing support and talent you all have shown!! ✨

the-modern-typewriter

Hello, I'm not sure if you're taking requests, but I absolutely adore your writing! Do you think you could do anything about detective who was wrongfully locked up for villain's crimes?

"Is this them?"

The detective's gaze snapped over at the familiar voice.

Their heartbeat kicked into overgear, breathing going shallow.

"Mm...mm!"

No matter how much they wanted to baulk, or punch, no other part of their body could move. They were locked into the chair with thick manacles, a heavy inhibitor-collar cold around their throat. The chains rattled.

"Yes, sir," came an anxious reply. "Are you..."

"I'll take it from here," the villain said, to someone outside. "Thank you. You can shut the door on the way out."

"Take the gun at least, for god's sake." The guard's voice cracked with terror. "You must know what they're capable of."

The villain accepted the gun, after a beat, smiling sweetly at the guard.

The guard shot the detective a look, unable to meet their eyes, then scurried away. The van door slammed shut, sealing with a series of heavy clicks.

They were alone.

Nobody would hear the detective scream through the prison transfer van's reinforced, soundproofed sides.

The villain studied the gun in their hand with the mild amusement and curiosity of a monster dangerous enough to have never needed one,

The detective stared.

They'd never seen the villain, only ever heard them, in their various phone calls and voice notes as the detective chased them up and down the country. The reality seemed so spectacularly harmless for the damage done, for their growing number of abilities.

Super strength. Super speed. Healing. Telepathy. The villain collected powers, somehow. The detective had no idea if the department's list was up to date anymore.

The villain looked up at them, after a beat, catching their eye.

"Hi," they said. "It's good to finally properly meet you, detective."

"Hhhh..."

The villain's smile dropped. They tossed the gun carelessly aside.

"God. They really are terrified of me, aren't they?" the villain murmured. Their gaze continued roving over the trappings, cruel and excessive as they were. "I'm a little surprised they left you your eyes. What if I managed to manipulate someone through blinking?"

The detective wished they knew the blinking morse code for 'fuck you' and 'die'.

The villain sauntered over, and the detective couldn't have shrank back even if they wanted to. The villain ran their thumb over the metal muzzle, seeming thoughtful.

The detective's fingers twitched, uselessly. Their heartbeat quickened further.

"I'm not going to hurt you," the villain said, softly, with a click of their tongue. "What would I gain from that, given the circumstances?"

Well, if they thought the villain died in custody, nobody would look for them again, that was for sure.

The detective didn't expect the muzzle to click, too, and come away beneath the villain's hand.

"There," the villain said, "that's better, isn't it?"

When the muzzle was pulled away, the detective drew in their first proper breath in what felt like weeks. It came in shaky and left shakier. They swallowed hard.

"Why are you here? Seems risky, given you've somehow got away with everything."

The venom in their voice didn't seem to bother the villain in the slighest.

"I'll admit," the villain said, "when I first started framing you, I liked you less."

The villain liked them now?

The villain caught the detective's chin, examining the inhibitor collar. "That must hurt. I've heard it hurts if you don't actually have any abilities for it to block."

"If you care that much, take it off and let me go," the detective snapped.

"I understand why you're upset with me. Being in my place, I'm sure you can understand why I was so keen to avoid it."

The detective could, but that didn't make it better.

When they first took the job, their main priority had been to bring the villain to justice, no matter the cost. Now they thought they knew why someone would do horrific things to avoid being strapped down like an animal, left to rot or be experimented on in some awful, forgotten place forever.

The detective would do anything, say anything, to escape.

At some point, around the second week, they'd started to wonder if anyone could possibly deserve the sort of treatment they got when people thought they were the villain.

The detective could taste bile in their mouth. "Why are you here?" they asked, again.

"Because they'll figure out you're not me, eventually," the villain said. "When they run their tests and it eventually becomes clear that you cannot do what I do, that your blood, your cells, don't work like mine do."

The detective's brow furrowed, hope warring with unease. That didn't seem a reason to visit. A reason to kill them, perhaps, but certainly not a reason for the villain to show their face and-

"-this isn't your real face," the detective said. "You can shapeshift."

"Very good. Clever. You always were the only one who stood a chance of catching me."

"Is that why you framed me?"

"Yes."

"Is that why you...like me now?"

The villain shrugged. "I think it's impossible to know someone as intimately as we have come to know each other, and not love them a little bit."

"Really? I don't have that problem."

The villain smiled. A fainter thing. They dragged their thumb over the detective's lower lip, making their breath hitch.

When they were the villain, when people thought they'd done what the villain had, nobody touched them. Certainly not kindly. Everything was orders and careful distance and cattle prods, should the detective twitch in a way that could be construed as menacing.

But, when they were the villain, everything they did was considered menacing. Even if they just begged for a sip of water. A break. A moment to stretch.

The detective's throat tightened. Damn them. They dropped their gaze from the villain's all too knowing one.

Of course the detective had that problem too.

"They might not let me go even if they figure out I'm not you," the detective said. Some faith in their justice system splintered. "People would panic to think you're still out there. It would be an embarrassment for the department to tell the truth."

"If you're still in there in a decade, I'll make it obvious."

"A decade!?"

"Well, there's always the risk that you'll go straight back to hunting me when you're free, isn't there?"

There was that risk, yes. The detective wasn't sure what they'd look like, who they'd be, on the other end of their incarceration. Of all those tests that the villain alluded to like something.

"Easy, detective. Breathe."

"Don't tell me to breathe! You framed me! You're - my life -"

"-You would have stolen mine," the villain said. "You would have left me to rot forever and called it a victory. A promotion."

"I didn't know they'd do this! I didn't know it would be like this!"

"And now," the villain said, "you do. Sorry."

"No, you're not."

"I'm sorry it has to be you."

That, the detective could believe.

The villain leaned in, pressing a kiss to the detective's forehead.

"Hang in there, champ," the villain said. "And decide who and what you want to fight for when you get out."

"I-mmph." The muzzle was shoved unceremoniously back in place.

The detective could have screamed for it.

The villain straightened, taking a last inspection of the restraints, before stepping back.

"Be seeing you," the villain said, and returned to the gun. They picked it up again, then knocked on the van door to signal they were ready to leave.

"iiihhtmm,vhhh!!!"

The detective tried to tell the guard, the stupid useless guard, who they were letting go. How wrong they were.

"Maybe a sedative," the villain said, calmly. "Just to be on the safe side with the journey."

"Yes, sir."

Then, with a last glance back and a wink, the villain was gone.

valtsv

i do think the one thing the project hail mary novel has over the film adaptation is that when rocky boils himself alive in grace's atmosphere to save his life rather than be left alone again book grace is like "man what the hell was that for" and goes and boils himself right back for the exact same reasons. i just think it would settle a lot of discussions about their codependency and whether or not they're each other's equals to be reminded that they would literally light themselves on fire before being prepared to lose each other.

valtsv

"what do you think happened during those four years on the way to erid" i think they engaged armando's suicide watch protocol in the first month. the one that wasn't even supposed to be necessary. for the suicide mission.

crpl-pnk

you ever realize how able bodied people just are not expected to do things that cause them excruciating physical pain? like they’re just. not

if i shouldn’t use my cane because i can sometimes technically walk without it, it would just hurt like a motherfucker then abled people should no longer be allowed to use potholders to take things out of the oven because i mean

well they could technically pick up a hot pan with their bare hands. it would just hurt like a motherfucker

crpl-pnk

*sees an abled person using potholders*

i just think it’s really sad that you’re giving up on yourself like that

crpl-pnk

if you use potholders how will you ever build up the calluses necessary to pick up scalding hot metal without burning yourself so severely? it’s like you’re not even trying to get better

darklingdawns

I mean, my mother uses potholders, but she’s in her 70s. You’re just… too YOUNG to be resorting to potholders at your age.

kipplekipple

If you start using potholders, your inability to hold hot metal will only get worse.

cheeseanonioncrisps

I know there’s a lot of angst potential in Grace not getting to choose how he died or what he brought along for the trip, but honestly given how oblivious he was about his importance to the mission as a whole? Or to the fact that he was literally IN astronaut training?

Stratt could have been asking him “how would you like to die?” randomly over breakfast and he’d have just brushed it off as Stratt Being A Weirdo.

valtsv

can't stop thinking about how hysterical project hail mary would be from rocky's pov when you consider that, by eridian standards, basic human functioning is simultaneously an incredibly hostile and violently perverted body horror fetish nightmare. imagine you make first contact with an alien and it's an apex predator with an obscene number of orifices, made up mostly of toxic substances that it oozes constantly from said orifices, thrives in an unforgivingly cold and suffocating atmosphere, is highly motivated by searching for its next meal + consumes its food publicly in violation of your society's main taboo, and is capable of rapidly transitioning from vulnerable in sleep to alert and in full possession of its faculties at the slightest change in stimuli. grace is in a heartwarming scifi buddy comedy and meanwhile rocky is bonded with and planning on bringing home his species' equivalent of the xenomorph.

valtsv

POV you're welcoming home your planet's heroic saviours

brightgoat

guys why is it that every time i live near a village all the villagers disappear where do they go....

grockyzine

Please welcome our next guest artist Isaac, joining us as a page artist! You may know him as the creator of the iconic “Sickos Rocky,” but he’s drawn more than that - check him out over on twitter!