Why the hell am I here?

Welcome folks to that piece of internet I call my blog. I hope your stay is pleasant. I write fanfic for half a dozen fandoms (or more I haven't counted in a bit) usually f/f or poly pairings, whatever has the most *sauce* for the brain. As such what ends up on here is usually chaotic and has no rhyme or reason. You know. The usual tumblr experience. Enjoy.

[leggywormy]

It's end of May, yall know what that means

[avoid-avoidance]

Imagine a newly-arrived-to-Erid Grace, sealed in a small oxygenated observation room, lying asleep on a cushioned platform. So far, Rocky has been the only Eridian bold enough to put on a xenonite suit and join Grace in the room; other Eridian scientists are gathered just outside, listening to the alien shifting about -- in its sleep!!! -- and occasionally mumbling.

A particularly pessimistic and irritating Eridian is pontificating to the others, insisting on the highest degree of caution when interacting with the alien in any way, even if that comes at the sacrifice of speed in treating the alien's ailments. Rocky is furious at the implication of "even if that comes at the sacrifice of the alien, period", but silent, unwilling to express his counterargument at full volume and risk waking Grace. Still, he is almost vibrating with anger where he sits on the makeshift 'human-style' bed beside his friend.

"This creature moves about even when supposedly at rest! It's unnatural! Perhaps Rocky-hero only survived the journey here at all because he was safely on the other side of a barrier of xenonite and ammonia, out of this creature's reach. Who knows what violent urges and instincts are contained within that bizarre body?"

The collective attention of the gathered Eridians shifts to focus in on Grace's slumbering form.

As if on cue, Grace rolls onto his side, still snoozing away, and cuddles his whole body in a curve around Rocky's, in a shockingly-close mimicry of a parent [Eridian-cat-equivalent] curling around its [Eridian-kitten-equivalent].

Rocky is quite annoyed when the resulting chorus of [Eridian-"awww"-equivalent] IS enough to finally wake his human friend from his much-needed rest.

[diaryofadigitalloser]

DONT YOU DARE HIDE THIS IN THE TAGS

[avoid-avoidance]

I also like to imagine a small subset of Eridians — maybe not bad people necessarily, but freaked out by a rapidly-and-suddenly-changing world and grasping for anything they can do to try and exert control over their circumstances? — jumping down Rocky’s figurative throat about him choosing to share so much potentially-sensitive information about Eridian anatomy and Erid’s culture, government, etc. with the first random sapient alien Rocky found floating out in space.

And then Rocky has to roll his figurative eyes and patiently (or not. Actually, definitely NOT patiently, that’s funnier) point out to those Eridians trying to scold him — the ‘random sapient alien’ freely chose to give ROCKY a massive data dump of information about the alien’s own race, including the precise location of the alien’s planet and instructions for how to build horrific weapons that could wipe out all life on that planet.

[drumlincountry]

Murderbot is doing such a great job communicating its wants and needs 🥰 such as "can I borrow your gun please?" And "Gun now please." And "If its that dangerous, you could give me a gun."

[depsidase]

[samreich]

sometimes you have to read your dad's texts and just move on with your day

[breakstar91]

This man’s Jewish father is gonna guilt trip *ME* into calling *MY* parents.

[sighinastorm]

[blue-sunshine-mauve-morning]

One detail from the book that didn't make it into the movie that I think is neat is that Eva Stratt did not just stumble across Ryland Grace. He was not the 'potentially disposable' option. She went to the top microbiologists in some of the best research labs in the world and was told multiple times "you know what? I think Dr. Grace might be your guy." When discussing the Petrova Problem. And this several years after his ejection from academia.

[cozy-stardust]

Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.

Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.

And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.

[animentality]

[animentality]

[fluentisonus]

it feels so evil that you can't still access your university online library after you graduate *remembers my principles* it feels so evil that everyone can't access that stuff all the time

[verenakauer]

I know there's a popular headcanon that Grace's crew died because of feeding tubes malfunction (based on the paperwork Grace was doing right before the explosion), but — in the book he specifically says that even after the accident he kept dealing with that same paperwork on minor Hail Mary issues, so I doubt that feeding tube problem was left unaddressed. May I offer instead:

Grace was put into coma by the people who cared about him. They (especially Yáo being Yáo) probably double-triple-quadruple checked everything. They watched him sleep for those first few days — I doubt they went into coma immediately after leaving Earth's orbit. They probably talked to him, assuring him that he'll be okay.

Ilyukhina's coma procedure was probably supervised by Yáo. He made sure that everything was in order, but — he is just one man and he is not a doctor. There was much more room for mistakes.

When Yáo went to sleep, he was alone. He had to rely on the technology completely.

We know that he died first.

[a-sunset-outside-my-window]

[elexecution]

there are too many things happening this summer that i'm thinking we are going to need an extra 6-12 months of june and possibly another 3-4 months of july. probably no extra august as the problem should hopefully sort itself out by then. we are also looking into extending the day night cycle to 55 hours and extending the human lifespan to 10000 years.

[katyusha454]

I was thinking about Project Hail Mary and I thought of this conversation that definitely happened on the way to Erid:

Grace: "It feels weird to call your planet by a name humans gave it. I know I can't pronounce the real name but can you tell me what it means?" Rocky: "Rocky will tell Grace, but first Grace must tell Rocky meaning of 'Earth'." Grace: "Well, uh, it sort of means 'ground'." Rocky: "Boring!" Grace: "Okay smart guy, what's your planet's name mean then?" Rocky: "..." Grace: "..." Rocky: "..." Rocky: "Ground."

[intosnarkness]

Here’s the thing: authors know when they get a rec on an older story. There’s a telltale uptick of kudos (with a 10-15% comment rate if you’re lucky) in your digest email.

The thing is, there’s no way to know where these people are coming from. In the before, when fandom was more in the corners we all knew about, you could search LJ or a message board or whatever social bookmarking site we were using. You could join the community and participate.

You could get a little dopamine hit by seeing someone tell their friends why they loved your story.

Anymore, those recs are hidden in discords, or in tiktoks or instagram slideshows that you can’t search for. They’re inaccessible, not discoverable unless you’re already there. You may never know why 27 people left kudos on an old story of yours, what they liked and found in your writing. You just get the thumbs up and a kinda lonely feeling, cause these could be your people. You could like them, maybe. You could be friends.

But you’ll never find out why they stopped by, or what people are saying about you behind your back, and that’s sad.

So thank you to the people who still do public rec lists on this webbed site. You are my sunshine, and I’m appreciative of all of you.

[saathi1013]

If you are recced a fic and enjoyed it, leave a comment telling the author where you came from! We like to know!

[magicratfingers]

went to throw dog poop away in a rando trash can and

[floralasshat]

Plz tell me you took him home and have a new per gengar.

[magicratfingers]

i'm not qualified to provide adequate enrichment for a trash gengar also I know for a fact he was recently hit in the face with a bag of dog poop

[magicratfingers]

it just started raining this is really doing a number on my object personification

໒( ●ܫฺ ●)ʋ

[magicratfingers]

Jesus fucking Christ

[magicratfingers]

jesus fucking christ

[osvaldvvanstein]

Update please I am begging you

[magicratfingers]

ok but you’re not gonna like it

[magicratfingers]

mid spa break to drain in the sink

[magicratfingers]

sir

please

[magicratfingers]

the family requests that trash gengar's privacy be respected during this difficult time

drying in the sun

[magicratfingers]

[daecus]

Thank you for giving him a home! :) (Sorry if this has already been done, already. I couldn't just leave this post alone.)

[magicratfingers]

Omgggggggg

[mshfar2a]

I don't like to admit it, but sometimes I actually miss John Green.

[sizzlingsandwichperfection-blog]

Sometimes I can almost hear him.

[assiraphales]

“you don’t even have a dog” is probably the most haunting line to me because a lot of times society determines worth by romantic relationships and kids (and by extension, a dog). it doesn’t matter how smart and talented you are, or how much of an impact on the community you have, or how much you love the fog and the sand and the forests and the cliffs. you don’t even have a dog, so what would you be leaving behind? asking who is going to miss you? instead of what are you going to miss?

vs rocky who cared for and trusted the man’s intelligence enough to risk his own planet to go outside his enclosure to save grace. who loved him enough to give him a home full of things he didn’t always understand and colors he could never see and an ocean the human missed with real, working waves, and a classroom of kids so grace could do one of his favorite things every day. who knocked on grace’s door early in the mornings so they’d have time to sit on the beach