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Man i love being in charge sometimes
When its the end of the shift and ive just completed a real big task. And i turn to the guy im the boss of and say. "Yknow, i think were just gonna do nothing for the rest of the shift."
And then we both sit around and do the bare minimum.
Quite a time
i can never help but laugh whenever I see aesthetic videos of people going “oh to be loved by a writer” and then show these aesthetic pictures of poets bending over their papers with ink spilled over their fingers with notes filled with beautiful flowing letters that are all full of love for the person watching it.
Meanwhile I am a writer and I know a couple of writers who look more like the conspiracy board meme whenever we’re writing, love poem or not. And when I mean conspiracy board meme I mean it, eye bags under our eyes, coffee cups in the corner bc we have enough caffeine in our system to kill a horse, notes covered in chicken scratch writing, 50 documents are opened in our computers and none of us know where our thesis paper is, let alone where your love poem I spent all night writing is while looping a song that reminds me of you.
what I’m saying is- this is very expectation versus reality.
always so fun when dick comes home
^bet:
Fics with Dick there too:
emotional breakthroughs are afoot (series) by iselsis
—Jason breaks his foot on patrol and doesn’t tell Bruce. Dick in second & third parts.
Fujiwhara Effect by byrambles
—Dick and Jason(the og replacement child) air everything out and it only takes the destruction of one white couch.
what’s in a name by envysparkler
—Dick angsting over Jason being adopted when he wasn’t. And then all three of them get kidnapped.
Bruce is actually a good parent:
Safe Space by Cerusee
—Jason Todd’s premature parentification issues.
Our World is Topsy-Turvey by Cerusee
—Jaybaby and Bruce deal with the class jump via The Scarlet Pimpernel.
Illusion of Choice by GalaxyOwl13
—Jason thinks everything is a test
Crack:
Sold to Wonder Woman (by my evil adoptive father Batman) by Jeanjacketcarf
—Jaybin vents via fanfiction. It’s so funny. Wheeze inducing. (Locked fic—need an account to read)
Jason and Bruce’s relationship shatters:
and i don’t know you, i used to like to pretend to by SixMiscellaneousNebulae
—Jason’s an emotional/angry crier. Deals with The Diplomat’s Son.
Why We Fall by scandalsavage
—We get the convo between Jason and Felipe on that balcony. Fragile crystal.
BOTTOM OF THE BARREL. by lazarus (zabiume)
—Jaybin as the cracks appear. Despair! Conflicting truths! Lobsters!
Love Yourself (So No One Has To) by orphanaccount
—Ahhhhh the cracks in Jason and Bruce’s relationship before death in the family are allowed to shatter because he doesn’t die!! (Bruce tries to fire Jason…does not work…)
Already Dead by GalaxyOwl13
—Jason and Bruce and vampires—what does it mean to be alive? How alive do you have to be to be able to die? Jaybin asks a lot of questions in this one—I love a Jaybin that challenged the conventional ways of doing things. Bruce essentially just says ‘because I said so’ in this one and it’s so fascinating.
Outsider pov:
stain the morning sun by valkyriered
Midnighter meets Jaybin on the battlefield during an alien invasion. I looooove this one. Sharp.
Jason is not Robin aus:
born fighter by stupidandsad
—-Sharp and acerbic, Jason stops a mugging and the Bat tries to talk to him.
this kind of weather by r_astra
—Jason gets adopted at like 16 instead of like 12. Bruce is his bio dad. Fucking amazing dialogue. (Locked work—need an account to read)
something in the static (series) by BoneRot19
—Catherine dies later in the timeline so he meets Batman late. Jason is so fucking coooooool. His life is falling apart.
making the best of it by the_grande_dame
—Omega!Jason gets kidnapped (adopted) and thinks that he’s been bride-napped as a gift for Dick. Bruce doesn’t make him Robin or even tell him he’s Batman. But I love this version of baby Jay. A/b/o. (Locked fic—need an account to read)
Bonus!:
dead boy walking by hellsreluctantheir
—Under the Hood Jason gets transformed by a spell into his Jaybin era body.
(Locked work—need an account to read)
Wing Beats in Reverse by firefright
—reverse robins au starring Jaybin and Red Hood Tim Drake. (Locked fic—need an account to read)
The Lost Undead (series) by Wisetypewriter
—Jason time travels (mysterious/not explained) back to the day he leaves to meet Sheila. He makes a different choice! Dick is important in later parts.
The We in I by forestgreen
—this is pretty off prompt but it has such a cool interpretation of Jason’s Jaybin era that I wanted to include it. Also the narrator kind of is young Jason even though he’s living as the Red Hood. Dissociative Identity Disorder is complicated.
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This is really making me realize that I don’t think I’ve ever read a simple Jaybin case fic before…maybe one day!
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Kpop Ghost Hunters pt 1
since im thinking abt project hail mary i am also thinking abt the martian and i would love to see ryland grace and mark watney switch roles
grace on mars. he's nasa's specialist guy. takes all of their suggestions and pieces of advice. checks the water reclaimer every hour just bc they asked him to. instead of saying fuck every ten minutes the worst curse he says is shit, and immediately apologizes despite being alone. everytime he gets bad news from nasa he just sends back 'thanks for trying :)'. probably okay with all the disco music
mark on the hail mary sends back .1 tb of info on how to deal w the astrophage and and 4.9 tb of rick rolls
I had to make these more visible 😭💀
drawing practice featuring an assortment of batman characters
Started reading The Martian. Immediately unhinged. Absolutely incredible. "my asshole is doing as much to keep me alive as my brain."
How is no one else insane about mark watney. That mf lives rent free in my head.
Imagine you go on a super cool space mission to a different planet and you're supposed to be there for 30 sols with your crew who are also your friends and family only to get fucking stranded 6 sols in. The crew is gone, you have no way of communicating with anyone, no way of telling anyone you're alive, and there's almost no way you'll live. Even if you do live right now, you will die on mars. If it's not an important piece of equipment breaking that's gonna kill you, it's gonna be the lack of food that gets you eventually.
Then the potatoes! Pathfinder! Stuff is looking up!
But at every turn, everything just keeps going wrong. Humans cannot live on this planet, and everything keeps trying to kill you.
Neither the book nor the movie really focus on the mental health aspect of the loneliness, but Jesus fucking Christ can you imagine how fucked up mark must have been after this whole thing?
He lived in a state of constant stress and anxiety, his whole fucking stay on Mars was basically a near death experience that lasted for a year and a half, the only contact he got was information passed back and forth with NASA that took several minutes to fucking reach the other planet. Then even that lackluster human contact he had was cut off when the Pathfinder broke- like I cannot imagine just how much something like this would fuck someone up.
How is no one insane about this guy I'm losing my MIND any time I think about him.
Part 4 of my 'Mark is one of Grace's students AU': Hailing Earth Edition
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
“Mayday mayday, all hailing frequencies, I don't care if the Hermes, the ISS or Houston picks up the phone, I just need someone to respond. This is Dr. Cpt. Ryland Grace aboard the Hail Mary, currently orbiting Mars. Does anybody read me?”
Grace looked over at Rocky at the other end of the command centre, who had crafted the antenna that allowed this boosted radio-signal to get send out into the universe. Another hail mary in a long string of hail mary's.
“I repeat, Ryland Grace aboard the Hail Mary, does anybody read me, over?”
Grace turns around to face Mark. “Any specific frequencies you were using down there? I’m afraid my phonebook might be horrendously outdated by now.”
“No radio connection for me, unfortunately. I didn't have a functioning system. We managed to send written messages. 6 minutes to get to earth, 6 more minutes for their reply to get back to me.”
Mr. Grace shakes his head in disbelief. “The more I learn about the conditions you survived in, the more impressed I get.”
Suddenly, the radio crackled to life.
“…lease repeat identity of craft? …eems impossible. Please repeat identity, over?”
Grace swirled the pilot chair back around to face the radio system again.
“I repeat, this is Dr. Cpt. Ryland Grace aboard the Hail Mary. I seem to be in the habit of doing impossible things. The Hail Mary is currently orbiting Mars, where I happened to pick up a stray passenger. Say, do you guys make a habit out of losing people up in space?”
Mr. Grace added that last line with a wink in Marks direction. “We missed the start of your first message. Who am I speaking to? ISS? Houston?”
Grace stopped talking. Mark whispered; “over.” Grace quickly fumbled with the microphone button. “Over!”
Mark grinned. Some moments starkly reminded him that Mr. Grace - savior of the solar system - was still just a middle school teacher with zero astronaut training.
The next message came through almost immediately. Messy and cacophonous, because multiple people seemed to be shouting in the background.
“Welcome home Dr. Grace. You are currently talking to NASA command centre in-”
“-OH MY GOD HE’S GOT WATNEY!”
“-impossible. Fucking impossible!”
“-went back for that alien, right? How is he here?”
“-omeone contact Mr. Kapoor.”
“-va Stratt.”
“-MEONE CONTACT THE HERMES!”
“-should have run out of fuel… he should have run out of FOOD!”
“Oh my god, do you think he brought the aliens?”
The first voice came back over the radio. “SHUT UP BACK THERE!”
a beat of silence.
“Like I said, you are currently talking to NASA command centre in Houston. Nice to hear your voice, Dr. Grace. From what I know of the Hail Mary, she cannot handle re-entry into the atmosphere. Your best bet is docking with the ISS, since that is where the Mary was assembled. We will contact the ISS and calculate an intercept course. Any information on the Hail Mary and her passengers would be welcome. Think structural integrity, think medical status, things like that. Over.”
“That’s a lot of questions. Yes, I am Ryland Grace. No, I am not dead. I have Mark Watney aboard and I have Rocky the Eridian on board. I have plenty of fuel, courtesy of Rocky, but food is indeed an issue. I’ve been able to sustain myslef with a combination of farmed Taumeba and food synthesised by the Eridians, but neither are nutritionally sufficient. I’m alive, I have just enough calories, but you dont want to know how many vitamin deficiancies I currenlty have. Add to that my brand new severly malnourished passenger, and nutritionally balanced, calorie-dense rations are our biggest priority. For now, I have enough calories for Watney to recover from the worst deficit. I never lost a student on a field-trip before, and I don’t intend to start now.”
Grace smiled at Mark.
“As for the Hail Mary, shes an old lady, but Rocky is a wonderful engineer with access to stronger materials that we have ever been able to make on Earth, so any malfunctions have been no problem for him to fix. The original airlock has had some… modifications, but I don't think docking with the original lock on the ISS will be a problem. Over.”
“Copy, Dr. Grace. We will get that intercept course to both you and the ISS. We will stay in close contact now that we have found you again.”
Edit: Masterpost
EDIT2: Part 5 (Crush)
More of my 'Grace saves Mark AU', but this time looking at the ground crew:
Part 1 | Part 2
Venkat Kapoor stared at his ringing phone.
Unknown number.
Only the important people of the Ares project (specifically, the save-watney-from-Mars-project) should be able to reach this number. And none of those people had unknown numbers.
Slighly weary, he picked up, preparing for the worst. As if he didn’t have enough eyes on him already. It would just be his luck if he got called by the president. Or the Queen of England.
Or - oh god - Watney’s parents.
“Hello?”
“Is this Venkat Kapoor?” The slightly accented, feminine voice on the other end of the line used his given name. Not the Americanized version he used at work, and - more importantly - in any public appearances.
“Who is this?” he demanded.
“This is Eva Stratt, former head of Project Hail Mary. Are all your sattelites aimed at Mars?”
… Worse than the Queen of England. Eva Stratt.
The most renowned and recognized person on the planet - for better or for worse - during the Astrophage crisis and the Winter of Sorrows. Her voice had gotten older, but other than that, it was unmistakenly *her*.
He awkwardly cleared his throat. “Ms. Stratt, do what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Are all your sattelites pointed at Mars?” she repeated. Always straight down to business, exactly like Venkat remembered seeing from her on her many tv-appearances.
“Yes, every single one I can spare. At least every one not essential for communication with any stations currently deployed. Like, aimed at the Hermes and the ISS.”
“Is there one more you can spare?”
Venkat frowned. What favour was this woman trying to curry? “To do what exactly, Ms. Stratt?”
“To point at Jupiter,” came the reply. “Or, just past Jupiter, to be exact. I need you to confirm a theory for me.”
“Ms. Stratt, I need all of our resources focused on Mark Watney. I don’t have time, money or equipment to spare for any pet theories.”
The woman might have been terrifying once, but she has also been stripped of all her titles when Project Hail Mary was over. Any leverage she thought she still had was long gone.
Nevertheless, she continued; “Mr. Kapoor, I assure you, if my theory is correct, you will have gained a great asset in your quest to save Watney. And if we are lucky, we are bringing not just one lost astronaut home, but two.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Take a moment to think, Mr. Kapoor.”
He decided to ignore her condescending tone, it seemed to be a stubborn character trait. Or maybe she was just German.
He focused on what exactly she said. Confirm something for her, a lost astronaut somewhere near Jupiter? They've sent a probe to Jupiter, sure, but no manned flights yet. And certainly no lost astronauts. No manned ship has ever gone further out than-
Oh.
Oh no.
Of course, there has been one ship in the history of humanity that has gone furter that the reaches of Earth’s own solar system. One where the crew wasn’t considered ‘lost’, because they we’re considered dead.
And of course Eva fucking Stratt manages to get herself involved.
“Mr. Kapoor, I’d like you to confirm my theory that the Hail Mary is returning to Earth.”
Edit: Part 4
Edit 2: Masterpost
More of my "Mark was one of Grace's students & gets saved by the Hail Mary" AU, because I need it more than air
(Part 1 here)
"WHAT THE FUCK!?"
"... Language."
"You're dead! You're telling me I got saved from that hell-hole by my dead school teacher who disappeared to SAVE THE SUN!?"
Mr. Grace frowned in confusion. "School teacher..?"
Mark threw up his hands, still in his bulky EVA suit. "THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT FROM ALL THIS?!!"
"no, wait - hold on."
"HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE!"
"What did you say your name was?"
And Mark stops panicking. Because suddenly, there was a hand on his shoulder. Grounding him in a way he hasn't felt from another human being since - oh fuck, since before launch probably. The hand squeezed his shoulder through the suit, and he looks up. Straight into those supposed-to-be-dead eyes of Mr. Fucking Grace.
"It's Mark. Mark Watney."
"...Watney..."
Mark feels his shoulders slump and tries not to look visibly disappointed. "It's fine if you don't remember me, you probably had a lot of students..."
Suddenly, Mr. Grace clasps in his hands, like he always did when he had an epiphany. Mr. Grace's lightbulb-moment, his classmates used to call it.
He points at Mark excitedly. "Watney! You did your science-fair project about how seedlings develop in low-light and darkness! You built your own experimental setups from shoe-boxes, control-groups and everything!"
"You remember?"
"Are you kidding? I fought so hard for you to win first prize that year."
"I think I remember getting second-place..."
Mr. Grace fumbled with his gloves. "Yeah, well, I said I fought for you, never said I won that fight. Mrs. Halloway had a music student who built her own guitar and played it. Very impressive, don't get me wrong, but i feel like entertainment won out over real science that year."
Mark laughed at the absurd situation. Stuck in space with his science teacher, who's wayyy more butthurt about Marks science-fair loss than Mark himself.
"Did you ever do anything with that biology interest?" Mr. Grace said, reaching to the airlock handle to let Mark into the main body of the ship.
"Yeah, became a botanist. Space botanist. It saved my life on that planet, i've been growing potatoes on Mars to survive."
Grace's eyes widened. "Did you bring any?"
Mark grinned as he stepped over the threshold to the main area of the (famous, legendary, mythical, don't think about it too much) Hail Mary. "However much I managed to stuff into my suit."
Mr. Grace followed him in, saying something that sounded a bit like; "amaze, amaze."
But before Mark could ask what he said, he got bowled over by something he could only describe as a giant spider in a hamster ball.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!"
"...oh, fudge, i forgot to tell you."
Edit: Part 3 (did the ground crew notice the Hail Mary approaching? Mayhaps. Did i have a great need to have Eva Stratt and Venkat/Vincent Kapoor interact? Absolutely)
EDIT2: Masterpost
Okay listen, i have a thought for a "Grace and Rocky return to Earth and save Mark Watney from Mars on the way back down"-fic
What if - hear me out - Mark is one of Grace's middle school students?
Imagine, you're getting saved from a Martian hellscape by a mysterious ship, but you're not picky because you're getting saved from aforementioned Martian Hellscape. And then the mystery-astronaut removes his helmet and you're staring at your long-lost, supposed-to-be-dead, slightly malnourished, younger than he should be because of time-dilation, middle school teacher who disappeared one day to save the world and single-handedly inspired you to become an astronaut.
And also, he has an alien best friend in his spaceship.
This day has been insane so far.
From getting a reply on my looping SOS message, to getting into contact with a craft that appearantly cant land, having to improvise my own little rocket to get me into the orbit of Mars, until some crazy fucking astronaut goes on a space walk (connected to his own ship with a tether that looks like he just knotted a bunch of spare wires together) to pull me physically into his airlock.
Man, i don't know who this guy thinks he is, but he is my new hero. We're standing in the airlock of his ship, and i have to focus on my breathing to make sure i dont do anything fucking stupid. Like passing out. Or crying.
"Sounds like the pressure has equalized." My savior says, while reaching up to remove his helmet.
"I... probably should have mentioned this earlier-" he starts, while clasps unbuckle and gaskets unseal. The bottom part of his helmet muffles his words as he starts lifting it up. "-but, you are not the first passenger i've picked up on the way ..."
He shakes his head when the helmet pops free. Messy blonde hair falls over his forehead. Wireframe glasses are sitting askew on his face. Bright, bright blue eyes are looking straight at me and for a second I expect him to throw a beanbag at me and ask me for the speed of light.
I suddenly realize why that voice sounded so familiar over the radio.
Oh God...
This is impossible. I'm dreaming. Hallucinating from malnutrition. Maybe I'm already dead and angels look like long-lost middle-school teachers or something.
"Mr. Grace?"
Edit: Part 2
EDIT2: Masterpost
im obsessed
oh, of course. because he died for our sins.
[DC] serling roquette my beloved
I doodled serling n kon just cuz and now I’m kinda obsessed with them😣 they were really cute and I wish the writing was better cuz i love serling she’s my oc now
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