help the bears got me

Currently choking to death on Spamtenna brain-worms. I make original posts very infrequently, but I do reblog a lot of fandom things, art, mushrooms, D&D stuffs, poetry, information about plants, and things I just find pretty neat :) (Enjoyer of: Undertale, Deltarune, The Quarry, Be More Chill, Dimension 20, Supernatural)

[headspace-hotel]

bumbled be thy bees

[autism-stims]

i was at a book launch for a book on local native bees the other day and it took all my concentration not to vocal stim this post the whole time

[hauntedhowlett]

so the project hail mary ground team probably had communication with the ship for a little bit before it traveled out of range, right?

i’m talking video feed, microphone, and remote access to the care robot.

stratt watched the ISS crew assist yao and ilyukhina and a sedated grace prepare for their induced coma. she heard ilyukhina make a joke about waking up the most well rested she’s ever been in her life. she watched yao shake hands with the crew captain and thank them for their help. she watched the fate of humanity drift off to sleep, watched as the ISS crew wrote “good luck!” on the sleep pods, watched the hail mary detach from the ISS.

stratt checked the feeds almost obsessively. she would pull up the cameras and tap into the microphone, even though she saw no movement and heard no sound. she scrolled through health reports that she couldn’t understand. it became part of her routine. despite all her bravado, all her efforts to remain distant and detached, these people had become her friends.

and she had betrayed them all, in some way. grace most of all, yes, she had forced him on a mission he didn’t want to go on, had signed his life away to the stars for the sake of a dying star and a suffering planet, but she had also betrayed yao and ilyukhina, sending them on a mission without knowing that grace had said no. a lie of omission, but a lie nonetheless.

once the ship had cleared the requisite distance from the ISS and any satellites, the astrophage engines kicked on. the speed increased and with it the distance, which eventually led to delays in communication with the ship. the reports began to slow, delayed by a few hours, then days, then weeks. the video feed became glitchy before going dark. the mic feedback was nothing but static.

the hail mary became a ghost — something that was there but could not be seen or reached.

but perhaps most haunting of all was the last report ground control was able to receive:

STATUS

YAO - DECEASED

ILYUKHINA - DECEASED

GRACE - ALIVE; Vitals: WNL

[datura-45]

[thatsbelievable]

[thatsbelievable]

[autumngracy]

Saw this twitter post and instantly started looking for pictures of Stratt to use it with

[6mayhem]

mr. substance abuser has a suggestion for how we should spend the afternoon

[quinnactually]

that's MS. substance abuser to you

[6mayhem]

sorry women sorry sorry sorry you can kick me really hard in the head

[cosmichorrorbarbie]

everyone be niceys to him or she’ll blow this whole antarctica up

[headspace-hotel]

buckyology

[headspace-hotel]

the newest emerging field is buckyology and brother im getting my phd

[ambrystoma]

Hitting the Jeremy during ur bosses important meetings

[gobelindoll]

im rereading project hail mary already dont judge

[mymidwestheart]

Well, that made me happy. 😌🎠❄️

[rainbowbarnacle]

[ludmithjacques]

@azariussummers

[thetangledsheet]

Anyway I think more video game quests should make you uncomfortable and guilty and mislead you and corner you between a rock and a hard place and offer hollow victories. There's nothing more annoying than quest writing that scrambles to assure you that you're niceys and good and nothing you put your hand on can ever have negative consequences. "You cannot save everyone" and I cheer and whoop etc.

[injuries-in-dust]

So the longer I look at Tumblr the more I realise: 

I could make a fortune if I got into the women’s fashion industry and just made clothes with pockets.  

[annoyedbritishperson]

I’m sorry but how long did it take you to realise this? And when will you start selling?

[injuries-in-dust]

Took me longer than I’m proud of. And maybe I should start a kickstarter or something.

I think I’d call the shop “it has pockets!”

[oscarmikelimayankeetango]

Why not simply call it “pockets”

[injuries-in-dust]

Additional: I could make a shop which just alters current clothing.

You bring me your current wardrobe, and we alter it to have actual pockets added to it.

“Give me your Trousers, your Jackets, your Dresses”

Bespoke clothing for women only.

Giving them what they actually want.

The name “It Has Pockets” will surely be a big success.

[obeliskthetormentorsfeetpics]

[duckinpink]

Somebody on the medical team put him on his bunk in a wrong way...

I refuse to draw him in pants btw

(there is pt 2 now)

[duckinpink]

Scolioses Grace pt 2(pt 1)

I do not envy him.

[quixoticanarchy]

i do not want to live in the fucking panopticon fuck the camera that blinks above me at work, the tv watching me at the store, the "smile you're on camera" signs, the ring cameras, the flock cameras, the apps to track your child or partner, the activist friends telling me "just assume everything you do in public is being recorded somewhere", the government building protester databases, the teslas recording every move all around them, the knowledge that everything i type or search or save is being tracked and logged, the ads and search suggestions that mysteriously know what i was just talking about, the way biometrics keep creeping into more places, the way my car spies on me, the way my phone spies on me, the way there is nowhere to go to get away from it!!! no wonder the internet is full of vindictive little stalkers and witchhunts when it's the water and the air of society from the culture to the infrastructure

[sprucebluw]

Should i be doing my finals… yes, but here we are