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Multifandom and ships of all kinds She/They 25 18+

[bluesparrow11]

This is a multi fandom blog. All fandoms are tagged, shipping posts are also tagged with corresponding ship tags.

All rpf is tagged ‘rpf’.

This is also a ship friendly blog. I’ll read almost anything tbh. Fic recs are always welcome, hate will be deleted and/or blocked.

18+

[blueumbriel]

Choose your fighter looking ahhh

[rhinco]

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[subtlehysteria]

May I add some Bloody to your Mary with a dash of Adrian-Simon bestism?

[chromaticrainarts]

I think this ship (spaceship) is really funny

[cameronthecryptid]

Happy pride month to everybody, but especially to Ryan Gosling and Markiplier‘s intergalactic space rock polycule 

[hare-brained-schemes]

me lowkey

[phm-consumer]

what can i say, i love me some variety

[subwaybug]

More people should get into poly shipping. Both because polyamory is awesome and because it's really fun to make complicated ass diagrams

[raindr0psnroses]

“Eva stratt they could never make me form a solid opinion on you” WRONG!!! EVA STRATT THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU!!!

[jupiterjames]

Did I just employ the "Treat Them Like You are A Kindergarten Teacher Again" method with my insurance company today? I surely did. Did it work? Probably better than intended because I made an actual doctor feel contrite.

So, my insurance has been trying to not cover my SNRI because it is new on the market and no generic available yet, so pricey.

I apply for a refill and the request gets locked for review. Again. For the 3rd time.

This time I call and immediately ask to speak to the actual doctor making these clinical decisions. Very politely. Must be a slow day because they allow it.

ME: [Teacher voice] I'm calling in regards to the SNRI you have placed a lock on. Why was this decision made?

DOC: Well, there are dozens of other medications on the market in that tier, and far cheaper for you and [insurer]. We have sent a request to your doctor to consider alternatives.

ME: I am aware of that. So, can you do me a HUGE favor and look up my prescription history really quickly and tell me how many SSRIs and SNRIs were only filled once in 2022 for me, showing they were poorly tolerated?

DOC: It looks like eight.

ME: Great job! Now, can you please look at my genetic test for psychiatric drug tolerance and tell me how many medications are listed in the safe category?

DOC: Two.

ME: Awesome! Now, can you tell me what type that other drug is that I'm not taking?

DOC: Yeah, totally, it's an MAOI.

ME: That's correct, you're really knowledgeable! Should I be taking something as dangerous as an MAOI with my other medications, or even just in general?

DOC: It's contraindicated for sure.

ME: It is! So true! So, last question since you've been incredibly smart and helpful. Is it less expensive for [insurer] to pay out for the medication knowing they already get a huge manufacturer discount anyway, or is it more expensive for them to pay for me to need potentially long-term inpatient psychiatric care?

DOC: I'll clear the code, ma'am and flag it as medically necessary. I'm sorry about this.

ME: I appreciate you SO MUCH. You have a great day now.

WALGREENS PHARMACY TECH WITH 5 NOSE RINGS AND PURPLE HAIR STARING AT ME: ........... OKAY! It'll be ready in five minutes. You wanna come work here?

[headspace-hotel]

Kill them with kindness

BUT KILL THEM

[teaboot]

My first time operating CCTV cameras I was handed control over what was essentially 50 independently moving eyes that collectively covered an area about the size of a football field and from that experience I now know that

Suddenly having 50 moving eyes can make you disoriented and barfy and the adjustment period sucks ass

It takes both more and less time than you’d think to figure out what the structure as a whole looks like and where those eyes ARE

After you get used to it the entirety of the structure itself and all of the eyes you can see from feels like an extension of your nervous system in a very bizarre way. Like I have dreams now from the perspective of A Building and I’m not sure how to describe that.

Once you are aware of an unreachable blind spot it nags at you constantly and you can feel it like a hard little lump under your skin you need to poke and scratch at and it’s ardghgguychgghhbhhhbhhh

[thundercrackfic]

This is a cool thing that human brains do. Scientists and engineers working on Mars rover missions come to an understanding of the rovers within their bodies. They’ll figure out how to plan drives and robotic arm placements holding their fingers curled in front of their eyes to simulate the narrow camera field of view. They’ll figure out arm motions using their own arms — all the rovers have 5-degree-of-freedom arms with joints similar to shoulder (ball), elbow (hinge), and wrist (ball). When rovers develop wonky wheels people will drag a foot as they talk about drives. Most tellingly, the pronoun people use for the rovers is most often “we.” We, the humans and the rover, sharing one body on Mars.

[josephbrassey]

“Haha remember when murder-hornets were gonna be a thing? What a nothingburger.”

Yes, because the Washington state government activated like a sleeper-cell and ruthlessly, systematically hunted them down and annihilated them.

“Y2K came to nothing amirite?”

Yes because an army of software engineers working around the clock, losing sleep, and busting ass till the last minute prevented it from happening.

“Remember the hole in the ozone layer?”

You mean the one that was fixed through rigorous world wide government action?

One of the root problems of our society is a refusal or inability by media to articulate that all those “it’s gonna be an apocalypse” disasters were not disasters because we collectively did something about them.

The good news is this is actually quite correctable. I maintain my firm belief that we as humans are capable of solving almost all of our problems, when we decide to do so.

And I still think that’s going to happen. I don’t know when or how, but I do know that abandoning hope won’t help bring it about.

And I refuse to let the cynics own a chunk of my heart.

[graves-yard]

Bloodymary au where everything is normal and Simon is just Grace’s weird roommate bc he lives in California on a teachers salary, and sometimes they pretend to be in a relationship so people stop asking Grace questions about his love life (ft coltland twins).

They get used to doing random couple-y things now

[wehavemadchemistry]

Fandom etiquette reminder from someone who has been on here before: Do not send Real Person Fanfiction to the people involved. Don’t @ them either. That is weird.

[bluesparrow11]

This is just a little gracerocky blurb that I wrote and was thinking about continuing. I thought it would be kinda funny if when Rocky enters Grace's atmosphere, nothing happens to him. After a very firey initial reaction, his body adjusts to the air and although his core temp remains the same, his skin stays at 101 F (after it cools down). Esentially, this is just an excuse to write them being able to touch each other lmao.

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Ammonia.

Ammonia everywhere. It’s overpowering. My lungs scream and my eyes water over. Then there’s a new smell.

Fire.

I roll around to see Rocky hovering over me. Not in his compartment. He’s in the control room! He has slashed my restraints and pulled the chair free. He shoves it to the side. 

He stands over me, wobbling. I can feel the heat radiating from his body just inches away. Smoke billows out of the radiator slits atop his carapace.

“Rocky no!” I tried to yell. It came out as a broken wheeze. He was going to die, just to save me and Erid would never know what happened to him, waiting for a cure that wasn’t coming until their star faded to the point of no return.

Rocky shuddered and smoke abruptly stopped rising from his radiator. But he was… still standing. Very very still, like he was expecting to drop dead any second. 

I watched, blurry eyes straining, expecting the same thing. What were the odds that this was a concussion fueled hallucination? Every test they had ran said Rocky should suffocate and burst into flames in a oxygen dense atmospher. But… nothing was happening. Dazed and confused and trying to remember how to breathe, I took in a lungful of ammonia and quickly ruled out that theory. I’d never been in this much pain in a dream.

“Grace okay?” Rocky asked, still hovering over me .He sounded worried. It was like laying next to an open oven and god I had missed being warm. They had sent more than a dozen blankets with me on the Hail Mary, but nothing could compare to the body heat of another person. Even if said person’s body could easily cook my skin, I couldn’t help but turn my face towards the warmth.

My eyes slid shut, Rocky was okay, by some miracle he could survive my side of the ship. We got the samples, the ones that could me the salvation of both worlds. And I was so, so tired

Distantly I could hear frantic musical notes. They vibrated through my body in a way they hadn’t before, unimpeded by barriers I could feel the concerned humming in my bones.

My arm was abruptly on fire. I shrieked, it felt like someone was branding me. I thrashed but whatever it was kept my forearm in an iron grip.

I was being dragged. Everything spun, the world was a mess of pain, color, and cold metal sliding against all my exposed skin. My arm throbbed and sizzled, then I was being laid down onto soft and–

Darkness swallowed me.

[coolcabbagecat]

Me: Apparently people are shipping Ryland from PHM and Simon from Iron Lung now. That’s a crackship if I ever see one

Both of them: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SHIP IS CRACKED