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another bloodmary hurt/comfort idea: simon experiencing phantom pain because of his amputated arm.

He wakes up, sweaty, scrambled, in the middle of the night, his arm cramping and shooting blasts of pain up his spine. Grace wakes up from Simon's pained screams and hurries to check on him, overwhelmed himself of what to do.

...hear me out?

#project hail mary #phm #phm movie #bloodymary #rocky and grace #simon iron lung #ryland x simon #simon the convict #fanfic #writing prompt #gay men #phantom pain

I've been practicing drawing for about three years now, and I don't like my drawings. I don't at all. Sometimes I even hate them.

And that's okay. And I'm trying to learn that that's okay.

#beginner artist #art #fanart #art improvement #motivation #vent

she's with mark now :) and she is me

another man written by andy weir that I drew lolololol I only know the martian cuz of my dad and saw it like about 50 times BECAUSE OF HIM

Look at my botanist dawg I'm gonna winnn🌱💗

#mark watney #the martian #andy weir #fanart #project hail mary #Shhhh im only tagging phm cuz alot of them fans like the martian tooo...#phm

claie171art

Tfw a beautiful stranger washes up on your shore covered in blood

#Hell yeah #Gay men #Bloodymary

I cropped it boo-yah! Amaze amaze amaze! This idea came to me randomly while thinking abt what to wear to school tomorrow (*・ｘ・)

#project hail mary #phm #phm movie #eva stratt #bloodymary #rocky and grace #rocky phm #rocky the eridian #grace rocky save stars #phm fanart #pmh #ryland grace #ryland phm #ryland x simon #Bloodymary #simon iron lung #iron lung #not fanservice i swear #beginner artist

made this instead of my french homework x

#project hail mary #phm #phm movie #bloodymary #rocky phm #rocky and grace #rocky the eridian #amaze amaze amaze #simon iron lung #phm fanart #fanart #ryan gosling #james ortiz #markiplier #Not fanservice i swear

I can't believe ppl are liking my posts!!! 33 LIKES?! I'm so happy and got a feeling I gotta introduce myself (I'm new to tumblr)

Hey! My name's Harvey (sometimes Lulu) I go by she/they— I'm an artist, writer, reader, editor, and sometimes an animator, crafter and tweener. Booyah.

I'm in more fandoms than I can count, but a few are: PHM, Portal 2, Sonic, Hazbin Hotel, Haikyuu, Tokyo Ghoul, FNaF, Gravity Falls, and lots and lots and LOTS more^^

You might know me from this murder drones animation I made two years ago (but you probably don't bc it only got 150 views on youtube but I gotta show y'all something right??)

very fun. very silly. thank you.

I'll probably post fanart, fanfics and random fanposts on this, so if you like my art and my fanfics and all the other silly stuff I do, feel free to follow! Tysm for reading :D

#intro post #phm #fnaf #Sonic #Portal 2 #Fandoms #amaze amaze amaze #animation #art #fanart

i love eva stratt

#project hail mary #phm #phm movie #eva stratt #sandra hüller #amaze amaze amaze

I was looking through my old arts from 2023/24 and found this...

oh boy

#portal 2 #wheatley #chell portal #wheatley portal 2 #portal fanart #bisexual #headcanon #chell #old art #I found this in the depths of my folders

avyene

Bloodymary on the rock Angsty Poster

Guys, guys, it all makes sense now!! Aka on my third rewatch of phm I noticed a shot that was strikingly similar to a poster... mmmmh...

harveyisrylandgrace

this is so fucking peak wth I wanna stick this to my wall

#project hail mary #bloodymary #iron lung #Oh my god #Sedate me

Look guys!! I drew eva stratt! (Kinda a practice for finding out my artstyle... been drawing for three yEARS and still don't know it 0_o)

#project hail mary #phm #phm movie #eva stratt #sandra hüller #drawing #phm fanart #I LOOVE this woman

guys quick I need this for a fanfic what movies would eva stratt like

#project hail mary #phm #eva stratt #sandra hüller #phm movie #movies #films #Please help

𝗲𝘃𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁/𝗿𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳/𝗺

𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘺𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘌𝘷𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 .

It's mid february. I'm sipping on a half-cold coffee, with my coat behind me on my chair, sitting in a pretty spacious coffee shop. I'm all alone this morning. I chose a seat away from people, but by a floor window with colorful frosted glass. The barista is not even visible from here— which is very nice. I can rot in my own company.

On mornings like these, it's still fairly chilly, enough to make the pavement and windows sparkle in the sunlight. I've always adored winter. Back when I was in college, I loved just staying in my dorm and researching the axis of different planets in our milkyway. Earth is actually tilted 23,44 degrees.

This coffee is absolutely amazing. Caramel milky, smooth as velvet on my tongue. I understand now why Ryland visited this shop often. He told me about it once, about how he found out first about the Petrova Line in this coffee shop on his laptop. I can only imagine how he reacted, probably like he reacts to anything about space or science.

He leaned forward, put his glasses on and fixed his eyes on the thing like a fox. Full interest, full intention and intensity. It shook me sometimes, how such an objectively immature man could fall into this: this curiousity, this hunger for knowledge. I know it all too well.

Hell, if I could, I'd know the whole world. Not that I'm calling him immature, I believe in everything he does. Other people view him that way much more than I do.

This coffee is only lukewarm because my thoughts drift off from time to time. I'm not hungry. Not really. I know the significance of nutrients and hydration and vitamins that foods bring, but I fear if I attempt to down anything else than this coffee right now, I might throw up. My stomach is churning from nothing.

What if I'm sitting in the exact seat Grace sat all this while ago? When none of us knew about one another, when he was just a school teacher at Grover Cleveland Middle and I was just an administrator at the Europian Space Agency.

None of this would've crossed my mind, if I had found somebody else. Somebody else to send to space like this.

I... mourn him. I mourn Yào and Ilyukhina all the same, but especially him, since I dragged him onto this mission and technically, very technically, murdered him. I've thought about the police, about court. They will get me. They will get me if they want to, because of my actions to save earth. Yes, perhaps I can get a lawyer, underline my decisions with the right color and walk out free.

But now, looking at the milk swirls in my coffee, remembering the pathways I drew, the decisions I made for this mission to launch— do I even deserve to run free? I'm murdering innocent people. I'm murdering an innocent man.

The seat across from me squeaks. I look up. He's wearing the fox cardigan, the blue button-up, his glasses around his neck. His hair is as messy as on the first day.

Was zur Hölle? What am I seeing?