phm is decently popular in japan and i mostly see this when i check twitter and see accounts posting pictures of handmade rocky plushies that are so fucking round looking it brings a tear to my eye
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phm is decently popular in japan and i mostly see this when i check twitter and see accounts posting pictures of handmade rocky plushies that are so fucking round looking it brings a tear to my eye
he keeps me sane
bring out the rotating tiger
so youre telling me that some asshole can just throw together meaningless shit and get notes and attention yet when i put actual thought into the things i say nothing happens i am so fucking done with this bullshit god damn fuck
"Stratt didn't care about Grace, she only kept him around because he was the tertiary science officer!"
writing a canon divergent fix-it fic while also shaking my head to show that i actually really like the canon's tragic narrative and am not trying to say i think it would be better if canon was like this
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SimonSays take me with you (continuation of grace finding out Simon is married)
Grace didn’t mean to snoop. He wanted to know why he gets this familiar feeling in his chest whenever he sees or talks to Simon. It’s this nagging feeling in the back of his mind he can’t unlock no matter how many keys he tries, the lock won’t turn.
Rocky is watching Simon sleep and Grace should be working on the labs. He opens the bag that has Simon’s name on it as quietly as he can. He knows rocky will hear him and either say “Grace, you’re doing something you’re not supposed to! Bad bad bad!” It makes Grace huff a laugh because he can’t unlock see it so clearly but he needs to do this. Simon wont tell him anything and it feels like Simon has the key but is hiding it from him for whatever reason. Did they hate each other? Is that why Simon wont tell him anything? How could he hate Simon? If that’s the case, past him is a fudging idiot! Simon is sweet, caring, loving and- Grace shakes his head, shouldn’t get distracted! He is a man on a mission!
Grace searches through the clothes and other personal belongings, the smell of Simon’s shirt brings a memory forward. It’s distant and still fuzzy around the edges but Simon is there with an adoring smile on his face as he looks at Grace. They’re slow dancing together and Simon is so close to him that Grace can smell the cologne he uses. Huh. Maybe they were friends? Dance partners at a dance competition? Grace thinks that can’t be the case. He has two left feet! He adds that to the mental whiteboard in his mind, adding to the list of things he has gathered from his relationship to Simon. Grace feels like a mole digging in the ground as he digs through Simon’s bag. More shirts, trousers and underwear- the typical things that Grace has in his own bag. He finds a Polaroid of Simon in a gorgeous looking suit, face bright as he looks mid laugh, with a blonde man whose face is hidden but you can see the bright smile on the mystery man’s face. The writing at the bottom of the Polaroid has writing. “The happiest day of my life. I’d marry you again in a heartbeat, my sunlight.”
He smiles at the photo before placing it back next to what looks like a ring box. Oh. This must be the box Simon keeps his ring in when he’s not wearing it. Grace has always wanted to get a proper look at it. He’s sure Simon won’t mind.
Grace opens the box and sees a gold version of Simon’s ring staring back at him. This isn’t Simon’s ring. Grace gently picks it up from the box to examine it like it’s a sample from his lab. On the inside is an engraving. “My sunlight” huh. Same thing that was written on the Polaroid- OH MY GOD! This is Simon’s husband’s ring! They have matching rings. Simon’s husband must be waiting for him back on earth, wondering where the hell his ring has gone. It’s gone amongst the stars with his moonlight- wait a minute. Moonlight? How did Grace know that?! Did Grace know Simon’s husband before?!
The ring looks like it would fit on his finger with ease and he feels the sudden fleeting thought to put it on his finger. No. He shouldn’t- he just did. It fits him perfectly and it feels like it belongs there on his finger. It feels like he’s found the missing piece of a puzzle that he’s been trying to find for years and it was just under the rug-
“What are you doing?”
“CHEESE AND CRACKERS!” Grace jumps from where he’s sat crossed legged on the floor and looks up to see Simon staring down at him. “You scared me-“
“Sorry.” Simon mumbled softly.
“It’s ok. I thought you were still asleep?”
“Couldn’t sleep. Find it hard to when I don’t have anyone laying beside me. I’m used to waking up to someone clinging to me.” Simon shrugs softly before sitting down beside Grace.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” Grace softly. Grace forgets he’s wearing the ring until Simon stares down at his hand. “You know, the Ancient Greeks believed humans had four arms, four legs and a single head made of two faces. That we were happy. Complete.”
“Yeah?” Simon looks at Grace’s face like he has his full undivided attention and Grace feels his chest flutter at that.
“Yeah. So complete that the gods, feeling our wholeness would quell our need for worship and split us into two people.” This story feels familiar. Grace being ripped away from someone to be on this mission but all he sees is a fuzzy face that slowly gets clearer by the day. He can feel Simon tense beside him a little.
Grace continues. “It left our split selves to wander the earth in misery. Forever longing. Longing and longing for the other half of our soul. It is said when one half finds its other, there’s an unspoken understanding. A unity and each other would know no greater joy…..Is that how you felt when you met your husband?”
“Yes…..but now I feel like the first part of the story. He feels so close yet so far away.” Simon mumbles and Grace turns to look at him and notices the tears in Simon’s eyes.
“Fudge- I’m sorry-“ Grace reached out to touch Simon’s face to wipe his tears like that’s what he’s supposed to do. He wants to comfort Simon in ways that feels familiar but also not. Like someone has taken and ripped everything apart into pieces like you would rip a piece of paper into tiny confetti. They’re too tiny for grace to read or put the picture back together and he hates this despair feeling that wraps around his body like a weighted blanket.
Simon shakes his head but slightly leans into the hand Grace has placed on his cheeks, using his thumb to wipe the tears away. “Don’t be sorry. I uh, needed this.” Simon can feel the all too familiar metal of the ring against his cheek and he leans into the touch more and closes his eyes. “It’s like he’s here with me. He will always be a part of me.”
“He’s your soulmate.” Grace softly whispers as he shuffles a little closer, using his other hand to move some hair out of Simon’s face.
“Yeah. I knew from the moment I saw him that he’d be in my life no matter how or what we ended up being. I’m just so glad he felt the same way.” Simon mumbles against the palm of Grace’s hand slightly and Grace can’t help but feel his heart pounding at that. He feels as if he’s jiggling the handle of the locked door and looking through the keyhole. He can see a blurry image behind it but nothing. He knows he shouldn’t force it but he can see the hurt in Simon’s eyes when he doesn’t remember little or big things about their relationship before they got sent to space.
“What Simon and Grace doing. Question?” They jump apart as they see Rocky in his tunnel to the right of them.
“Jesus Rocky! Don’t scare us like that!” Grace scolds.
“Apologies apologies! Saw Simon and Grace close together. Is this human thing?” Rocky stomps his foot gently against the glass. Before Grace could answer, Simon speaks up in a soft mumble.
“Not usually but uh, Grace was comforting me.”
“Ah! Is it because Simon misses mate, question?”
“Wait- you’ve told Rocky about your husband?”
“No. Rocky hear everything, remember? Grace stupid. When was last sleep?”
“I slept ok?!” Grace argues. Both Simon and Rocky look at him. If Rocky was human they’d probably wear the same expression, eyebrow raised in a ‘you really want to lie to me right now?’
“Dr Ryland Grace last slept 24 hours ago-“ Mary speaks up.
“You’re such a snitch, Mary. I thought we were friends!”
“You’re going to bed.” Simon tells him.
“Yes yes! Rocky watch Simon and Grace sleep!”
“Yeah- wait no. I don’t need more sleep-“
“Yes. You do. Always cranky and grumbly. Statement.” Rocky stomps his foot again against the glass and it makes Grace giggle softly.
They both stand up and Rocky follows them to the med bay where the beds are set up. Grace almost doesn’t notice that they’re holding hands, Simon leading him to his bed. Once Grace is sat on the edge of the bed, Simon lets go of his hand and moves towards his own bed.
“Wait- Simon-“
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to but would you prefer it if we slept together?”
Simon chokes on his spit. “I uh- really?!”
“Yeah. You said you can’t sleep well if you’re in bed alone.” Grace tells him.
“Ah! Yeah….are you sure?”
“Yes I’m sure.” Grace lays down and pulls the covers back for Simon to slip under. Once Simon is laying in the same bed as Grace, Rocky lets out a satisfied noise.
“Yes good! Rocky watch Simon and Grace sleep better now.” Rocky chirps. “Much better than two separate beds!”
Grace realises he’s still wearing the ring and he goes to say something.
“Keep it on. Please?” Simon whispers.
“Of course.” Grace softly answers as he relaxes back against the pillow and they’re facing each other. They soon fall asleep, holding hands and close together.
The next time Grace wakes up, Simon is clinging to him.
Getting used to drawing these two & testing brushes.
Im glad they made up romance for stories and music but can you imagine how scary it would be to deal with all that for real
this is a certified AROMANTIC POST!!!!!!!!!!! NO yearning on my shit..... GO ON . GET
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PART 3 of Kenjikoto / makokenji drabbles and general Kenji ramblings from the Kenji discord. Plus one about Kenji and Daisuke being half brothers to end it off!
This one focuses almost entirely on the AUs I've had thoughts on, because kenjikoto has none of the staples! That needs to be remedied!!
Wanna see me ramble about them in real time, bounce ideas, think way too hard about Kenji headcanons and generally just wanna talk about Kenji?? Join @ithinkrobotsarecool's Kenji Discord! Link in its' bio!!
Like the other two posts, you're free to be inspired by these ideas for this ship, flesh them out, fanart / fanfic whatever! I encourage it because I haven't written fic in years! Just tag me, link me, something, because people being inspired by my work is the biggest boost to my productivity ever.
Everything below the read more! This one is long and I mean LONG so be ready for that!
kenji as the fool and makoto as the tower is genuinely genius
"You should create for yourself" and "it's okay to feel discouraged when creating your own original projects if no one interacts with them" are two sentences that should be able to co-exist with each other
On the one hand, you should kill that capitalist in your head that tells you to make art only for the enjoyment of other people. On the other hand, it's totally fine to be disappointed that you spent hours or even days on something that only got 4 notes. You can feel both ways.
everyone who continues to make niche art please NEVER stop. there is an audience out there for you, I promise.
We know roughly how Grace's kids react to his face reveal, what about his coworkers? What about Colt's coworkers?
Omg Colt’s co-workers would get a kick out of it.
Tom Ryder is like “why didn’t you tell me that Ryland was married?!” Because he lowkey wanted to date Grace himself but Colt is like “it was none of your business?”
Imagine if one of his co-workers was like “so you’re Simon’s brother in law? What’s that like?”
the single parents of Grace's kids are absolutley devastated when they found out that their kid/s' hot and sexy teacher is in fact HAPPILY married (they mourn the loss as a group at some diner every Friday)
The teachers and school staff members who had the hots for him: Looks away in misery
Oh absolutely! 😭 I just know for a fact that some fell to their knees 🙂↕️
Some of the kids with no filter tells Grace that their parents are upset Grace is married and Grace thinks “oh shit they’re homophobic-“
Grace: Hey, Nico, your dad seemed a bit bummed when he came to drop you off this morning, do you happen to know why?
Nice: Yeah, he cried this morning when you found out that you were married to a guy, said something about being disappointed.
Grace, thinking: But I thought the man was gay???
Grace going home and Simon asking how his day was and he goes “it was good but something stranger happened. One of the kids, nico’s dad was looking disappointed this morning so I asked nico if his dad was ok but he said that apparently his dad cried that morning after finding out I was married to a guy……but I thought he was gay?”
Simon saying “oh my god…..” and trying not to laugh.
Your future self will guide you through this.
>Predominately Black led piece of media becomes popular.
>Among the characters there are one or two White characters with minor and/or distinctly antagonistic roles.
>White tumblr users focus entirely on said White characters.
>Tag of Black led piece of media is filled with posts about White character(s)
>Rinse. Repeat.
I think the most charitable interpretation of this is that people connect to characters that are like them, and that the experiences of Blackness is so alien to them that the White characters are the only ones that White people connect with. Combine that with the fact that Tumblr is so White as a platform, and you get this issue.
It’s still bad and racist, but it is understandable. People should still do better though. (I’m not trying to justify, I’m trying to come up with an explanation)
Please don’t make me say it.
We don't need you coming up with an charitable interpretation.
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