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grace quietly typing “brave” into rocky’s computer while not being able to say it about himself because rocky deserves access to the language he needs to express his feelings is everything to me. he knows he wasn’t brave enough to choose this, but he’s learning how to be, and rocky sees it in him without even trying.
*Slaps the aroace flag on the (wip) Keychain design like how corporates slap a rainbow on their logo*
- Who gives a shit about a curved screen? - (...) I think a curved screen sounds cool!
Carl and Stratt packing Grace’s bag so he can go save the stars🚀💫😭
today's progress on attempting to dig up the cold storage bts has resulted in nothing but a 67 gig copy of just the movie and truly im just bewildered as to why this single file could Possibly be that big
happy june to everyone, especially my fellow aroaces
based off this by @saltwater-goldfishy hiiii
On earth most animals aim to be symmetrical and so have an even amount of limbs. Reading that Rocky had five left me puzzled, obviously he's an alien, but was there precedent in nature for such a phenomenon? What was the point of five rather than 4 or 6? ...Then, I looked at my own hands and felt silly. Still, that connection made me happy.
“"This way." He led her down the hall at a run, around the first corner, and they reached the locked stairwell. Teacake zipped his key off the ring(still loved that sound, no matter what else was going on), unlocked the door, and they pushed through, They bounded up two flights of stairs, reached the ground level, and he used his key to open the door there. They stepped out into the all-white hallway, never so grateful to be aboveground in their lives. He took her by the hand(Damn, she's got some soft skin, soft but strong hands, you can feel it, I wonder if that's from carrying her child around? nah, that'd make your arms strong but not necessarily your hands, how come she's got such strong hands? wait, focus, man, we gotta get out of here) and led her down the hallway, headed for the lobby. (...) THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPENED AT THE FAR END OF THE GROUND-FLOOR level of Atchison Storage and Teacake and Naomi both screamed. They had taken the stairs specifically to avoid the disfigured, resourceful deer that seemed to know how to operate an elevator, and now that deer was standing right in front of them. "How the FUCK?!" Teacake shouted at the deer, which took three shaky steps toward them, making a phlegmy hacking sound at the back of its throat.”
- COLD STORAGE(2019) by David Koepp, Chapter 19
“"This way." He led her down the hall at a run, around the first corner, and they reached the locked stairwell. Teacake zipped his key off the ring(still loved that sound, no matter what else was going on), unlocked the door, and they pushed through, They bounded up two flights of stairs, reached the ground level, and he used his key to open the door there. They stepped out into the all-white hallway, never so grateful to be aboveground in their lives. He took her by the hand(Damn, she's got some soft skin, soft but strong hands, you can feel it, I wonder if that's from carrying her child around? nah, that'd make your arms strong but not necessarily your hands, how come she's got such strong hands? wait, focus, man, we gotta get out of here) and led her down the hallway, headed for the lobby. (...) THE ELEVATOR DOORS OPENED AT THE FAR END OF THE GROUND-FLOOR level of Atchison Storage and Teacake and Naomi both screamed. They had taken the stairs specifically to avoid the disfigured, resourceful deer that seemed to know how to operate an elevator, and now that deer was standing right in front of them. "How the FUCK?!" Teacake shouted at the deer, which took three shaky steps toward them, making a phlegmy hacking sound at the back of its throat.”
- COLD STORAGE(2019) by David Koepp, Chapter 19
“The metal disk came up with a slight whoosh of decompression as the fetid air from below swapped places with the clean air above. Teacake wedged the bar in farther, pushed down on it as hard as he could, and got the hand end almost all the way down to the floor. "Stand on it!" he told her. She did, one foot at a time, pinning the bar to the ground once all her weight was on it. Teacake wiggled his fingers into the three-inch gap between the cover and the ground. "Don't put your fingers in there," she said, but he didn't answer because they were this far, and there was no other obvious easy way. Plus, she hadn't said it with much conviction, and he knew what she really meant was "Put your fingers in there!" But that was okay, because they were on the same page at this point, in it together all the way. He strained like hell, wishing he'd stayed with the chest and upper-body work he'd done for a year and half at Ellsworth. (...) Teacake dug in, snapped back into the moment. bent his knees, and got the cover up past the tipping point. He leveraged it onto the edge and had planned to lay it down the same way he picked it up, but his muscles were screaming at him now: Why didn't you do this when we were built for it, asshole?! As soon as he got it all the way on its edge, he gave the manhole cover a shove and it rolled away, toward the wall. It settled like a spinning quarter on a tabletop, making a grinding cast-iron racket until it finally came to a rest, upside down, just in front of them. When the echo faded, Teacake spoke. "You know, like, looking back? Maybe I could have just slid it to the side a little bit." "Well, sure, we know that now." If he didn't love her already, he loved her for not telling him he was a fucking idiot the way his old man would have. She didn't say much, but when she did talk it wasn't to give anybody shit, not even as a joke. Naomi picked up the flashlight, the one he'd grabbed upstairs. She clicked it on. They walked to the edge of the hole, got down on all fours, and shined the light down into it. The light was bright, the batteries fresh, but there isn't much any flashlight can do to illuminate a vertical cylindrical shaft that runs three hundred feet straight down into the earth. The metal ladder ran along one side of it. A ton of newly raised dust floated in the stale air, stirred by a removal of the lid, but other than that there was only the dark. They looked at each other. Neither one of them wanted to back down, and neither wanted to go first. "Climb fifty feet down and then we talk again?" she proposed. "How many rungs is that on the ladder?" She shined the light down at the corrugated metal rungs and estimated. "Fifty, probably. Why?" "I don't know, I was hoping it would help."”
- COLD STORAGE(2019) by David Koepp, Chapter 13
“From around the corner, they heard the elevator doors open again, and the sound of footsteps on the hard cement floor. What now? Naomi pulled back from Teacake, and they looked at each other in confusion and alarm. Still hidden around the corner, they stayed silent, gesturing to each other. Her furrowed brow and cocked head asked, Who the hell is that? and his upturned palms and quick shake of his head answered, Like I know? The footsteps drew closer and louder. They were definitely human, but there were no other workers in the place at this hour, and neither one of them had buzzed anyone in. Teacake called out from around the corner. “Hello?” He tried to sound authoritative, but stayed where he was, hidden from view. The footsteps paused, then started walking again. They heard a soft gush as the feet must have hit the edge of the wet carpet of fungus in the middle of the hall and kept coming toward them. Naomi’s turn, louder: “Who is that?” The footsteps stopped again, but only for a second before they resumed, faster, splatting through the fungus. They were just around the corner now. Teacake and Naomi backed up a few feet into the middle of the hallway, a safe enough distance away to still turn and run if they had to. A man came around the corner and stopped, staring at them. It took Naomi a moment to comprehend the weirdness of what she was seeing. "Mike?" Mike pulled back his lips and showed his teeth, which was not at all the same thing as a smile, but it was the best he could do. “Hi, honey.” Teacake looked back and forth between them, three legitimate questions in his mind. He elected to skip two of the more mundane ones—You guys know each other? and “Honey”?—and move immediately to the more mysterious issue. “You were in the elevator with that thing?” he said to Mike. Mike turned his head, as if noticing Teacake for the first time. “I was in the elevator with that thing.” Teacake looked at Mike, then at Naomi. He’s your weirdo. But he pressed on, turning back to Mike. “So, you pushed the buttons?” Mike blinked. “I pushed the buttons. A deer can’t push buttons.”
- COLD STORAGE(2019) by David Koepp, Chapter 19