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Imagining Grace gatekeeping swear-words from Rocky, so Rocky has countered by using random words AS swears. Like it’s clear by the placement and tone he absolutely intends these to drop with the same severity as fuck. So by the time they reach Erid you have conversations like this:

Rocky: What the cactus is that, question

Grace: Dangit, what’d I say about using the word cactus?

Rocky: Would not use cactus if Grace wasn’t being little burger. Give Rocky real swears, statement.

nicothespy

do people still gaf about phm or am i late to the party

loracke

various phm doodles from the past few weeks

i love them with the caps ok? :(

</3

book and movie script quotes. the little chair dance is everything to me. also the post-it was eva's doing i know it in my heart

smiles

🐧

#(shaky exhale) the way you draw eva is so fucking cute #i love her so much #my babygirl #squishing her little face

daredevil-vagabond

I won't forget how you looked at me then

#Imprinting thisnon the inside of my. skull

cheeseanonioncrisps

At some point on the journey back to Erid, Rocky gets around to asking Grace exactly why he was so mesmerised by seeing the astrophage in the Petrova line.

Grace describes it as best he can, but all he can really manage to get across to Rocky is that he was surrounded by small floating lights.

Later on, Grace is talking about the stars and how important they've been to human cultures for millennia. “What do the stars look like, question?” Rocky wants to know.

Oh, y'know, they're a bunch of small floating lights.

There's a disco ball on the Hail Mary. Grace says it's there because it “makes me happy”. “How does it make Grace happy, question?” Rocky wants to know.

Oh, it creates the illusion that he's surrounded by small floating lights.

Rocky begins to do some research.

Glitter: a substance invented by humans to make things look like they're covered in small lights.

Human jewellery: mostly involves gemstones or polished metals, designed to reflect small lights.

Christmas lights. Candles. Lanterns. Fireworks. Glowsticks. Glow in the dark paint. Rocky is beginning to notice a pattern here, statement.

It takes Grace a fucking while after getting to Erid to notice that a lot of the gifts he's receiving from grateful Eridians are either a) sparkly, b) incredibly shiny, or c) fitted with lights.

While the last one is obviously a concession for his human light sense, he's confused about the former two. Are Eridian materials usually this shiny? Is there some quality about sparkly or highly polished surfaces that makes them sound better? Or is there something about Eridian geology/metallurgy that makes their materials like this?

He asks Rocky about it.

“Simple. I tell people humans like lots of small lights. Humans are easy to make happy.”

Grace kind of wants to protest that humans are much more complicated than that.

But honestly… it fucking works. Like yeah the polished gemstones, shiny metals and glittery rocks are beautiful. Yes those Christmas lights you put up around the house did markedly improve my mental health, Rocky. Thank you, I hate it.

Grace spends a lot of time trying not to think about whether his species' urge to explore the cosmos (that saved their planet and nearly killed him several times) is tied to the same instinct that made his students like glitter gel pens.

lostonmyroad

stratt packs all of grace’s prized possessions with him, like offerings for the dead. like the treasures of a pharaoh, to be used in the afterlife. of course she doesn’t do it herself with her own hands — carl, whose title had devolved somewhat into “grace’s babysitter” over the course of the building of hail mary, stands watch as the techs go through grace’s room and fold away his collection of soft stupid science pun t-shirts, woolen cardigans. he makes sure the posters clearly drawn by children’s unsteady hands make it into the bag. whatever looked well-loved and not the standard miscellany of the base’s spartan rooms is packed away, never to return home.

the only thing stratt places in grace’s luggage herself is the little hackey-sack earth. nobody questions her. nobody notices. she holds it tight in her palm before she lets it go, feeling the textured surface. belief has never felt so much like grief.

(years later, her fingers run over the grooves of an eridian-made figure of grace, as sunbeams fall dappled to the ground. her lips twitch upwards. a memento of grace, who none of them will ever see again, in her hands. a memento of earth, that he will never see again, in his hands.)

mx-princey

Fuck amatonormativity. Be your own dead wife

#eva @ the person she used to be before taking on the literal weight of thr world and doing Everything to hold it up just a little longer #she has flashbacks to playing board games with her aging parents and sleeping in her own bed #and having nice green tea and a crossiant for breakfast instead of sipping a meal replacement shake while reading emails

tequila-sunsett

she was a history major

#i reblogged this already but it takes my breath away literally every time i see it

kaomojiloser

drawing possibly one of the funniest moments in the book. chain… must chain……. quote below !!!!!

ananaander

okay I think we're all collectively ready to talk about how Carl got on the project now. personally I'm quite fond of the idea that Stratt requisitioned the entire american secret service to help her run PHM, because this would be funny and also mean Carl shows up with an existing network of relationships, but also what if he volunteered? or what if he and Stratt knew each other personally somehow and she requested him? UN hotel coffee bar during a conference? FBI agent she befriended? what kind of career and community did he leave behind to join up?

now logically I think he could have a lot of different backgrounds, but most of what we see him doing on screen is personnel and building security, or asset management, depending on how deliberate you think his supervision of Grace was to start with -- regardless tho, it definitely *becomes* that once Grace gets on the project more seriously, because Grace doesn't know he's the third science officer, but the people doing his security need to, in order to implement Stratt's rules

Which means at some point, not only do Stratt and Carl have a very juicy fic material conversation about Grace, but also he becomes the kind of person she can trust to keep this kind of secret. Not just as a professional credential, but someone that Stratt personally trusts, so, when and why does that happen? I think it makes the most sense if this is something that went down in their relationship before Grace was even in the picture - after all, she chooses Carl as one of the guys to accompany her to meet him, and then chooses him to leave behind as her eyes and ears. (also this kinda implies he was HER security first, which is part of why I think secret service is strongly implied, unless they know each other)

#carl is absolutely secret service to me #he likely has a ridiculously high clearance level given that he personally accompanies stratt and helps her manage difficult assets #and like i keep going over the fact that he exclusively identifies himself to grace with a first name. which really makes me think #that being personable and trustworthy was a secondary part of his job description #like eva makes it clear from the get go that she considers grace emotional and volatile which combined with the #whole “guinea pig but it would be preferable if you didn't die” has me near 100% certain that carl was hired for a very specific profile #which again implies that he was at the very least already part of the arc light part of the project since i don't know #how likely it would be for an administratorat ESA to be in contact with the american secret service

headspace-hotel

I have randomly started to love broccoli for some reason.

synthyk

trying to figure out realistic logistics for space elevator stuff on erid and jesus christ. a trip from the top (where the dock would be, past the rings, WAY into the exosphere) to the surface would like. realistically. take something like 5 earth days, if they went at a speed that would not kill grace. The logistics of feeding him, getting his oxygen to him, bathroom time, sleeping (!!!), all of it??? oh man. This is not a casual 3 hour trip. this is a fucking ENDEAVOR.

so! The limitations make constant trips up and down impossible. Let's work with the constraints.

This means Grace's ass is STAYING on the hail mary until they have his biodome ready, and they are scrapping as much of the Mary's internals on that same trip, because this is an undertaking they are doing as few times as possible.

This also means! That if rocky goes to the surface! He CANNOT come visit Grace on a whim!!!!!! Which has lots of potential story bits, trying to make their only meaningful contact be long distance radio call and making that work (poorly. the shenanigans... etc)

manyblinkinglights

also the gravity flips around from one way at the top, to zero, to the other way at the bottom. It’s a whole thing.

synthyk

there's just so much going on. Anyways I actually found a tool that does the math for you and my notepad and calculator attempts were pretty close.... it we imagine an elevator on earth.

Earth's radius is 6371 km. Erid has a radius of 12835 km. That is a much bigger planet! With a bigger atmosphere! And just eyeballing from a screenshot of the movie, Erid's rings (which would be around the equator, that's how they always form with very few exceptions) extend over 13000 km up.

All of this means if we imagine the docking for the elevator is at the counterweight station, it would likely be even farther than the previously imagined 100000 km distance from the surface of Erid! That is!!! SO FAR. That is longer than circling the globe twice. Moving from the surface to the top would take anywhere from 2 to 5 days moving between 1800 and 720 km/h. that is ridiculous. this is a ridiculous structure.

Of course, all of this rests on the space elevator being an as imagined on earth space elevator with long cables and a huge counterweight to make it stable. Maybe their 'elevator' really does work like one in a building. Maybe it's an enormous set of cargo elevators in some stupid huge tower that only reaches to like, geosynchronous orbit? And this thing, though the power of 'fuck you it's xenonite I don't have to explain SHIT', could be built anywhere on the planet, and would be below the planet's rings? Why not. It might be. How would this work? No clue! but it would make things easier and faster, that's for sure. A trip on this would take only 20 hours to 2 days at the same speeds as above.

An hey. Maybe Eridians can make something that moves faster than 1800 km/h continuously for 3 days with magnets or something. Who's to say? It's fiction, after all.

ananaander

ngl I flinch every time I go to reblog a Carl post and it says something about how Grace is his best friend or so important to him or w/e - like I'm sorry he is literally at work, we get no hint of his personal life, and the fact that his customer service facade IS undeniably Grace's best friend is part of the tragedy. not even a dog, and not even a single friend who isn't being paid to be there. because Grace either can't tell or actively prefers it that way.

#no this it irks me so bad when people immediately assume that their favorite white boy is one of the most important people in carl's life #he's known grace for a week at absolute most and most likely remembers that time as “an easy job with few complications except #that we had to call backup when the amicable if childish client insisted i be his buddy instead of actually doing what I'm paid for“#and then- years latter - he's drafted again to watch that same guy be put down because he's - somehow- the closest human connection #he got on earth #i love carl because he's an incredibly fun outsider pov but i kind of. struggle with how he's often portrayed as just unquestioningly #adoring grace and quitting his actual job to act as his babysitter and nanny #it feels a bit like people are just using him as a vessel to coo and be sad over their fav manic pixie dream man child #without caring about anything else

testingcheats0n

I always think there's a period during the 5 year journey to Erid where Rocky had to learn how to touch Grace and I mean that in the most general, safety first, way possible. Even through the mesh, a wrong pinch of the claws could Shatter Grace's bones since Rocky comes from a double gravity and has no nerve-endings on his carapace to gauge pressure with.

I imagine him practicing his gentle touch on a doll or a puppet he had made from frail materials because he needs a lot of finesse and motor control if he wants to come in contact with his favorite space oddity without tearing his skin off like the foil off a sandwitch.

Grace constantly covered in deep angry bruises because Rocky bumped into him too hard or reached to hold his hand too excitedly. Grace never telling Rocky because he was trying so hard to be controlled already.

Rocky deciding to keep himself as still as possible when Grace hugs him because a single wrong move could end up with Grace's delicate limbs under +300 kgs of solid mineral.

Physical touch being hard earned and the result of a surgeon's precision.

ratbreadd

lyrics from venus - sleeping at last :)

teaboot

I love "gender bending" characters but HATE HATE HATE designs where canon buff dudes are wispy little fairy ladies and canon tiny women are beefy ass male linebackers. If you're not in it for JACKED WOMEN and TWINKS then what's what's FUCKING point

teaboot

you understand my vision

teaboot

I was gonna make a bunch of these to prove a point but realized halfway through that Lady Bane is my ultimate butch fantasy so now I have to go lay down

teaboot

Anyhow I've been thinking about this cpncept lately so I have some additional thoughts on Acceptable Male Characters Who Would Be Legendary Female Character Design

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