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Fandoms: Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Project Hail Mary (2026)
16 Apr 2026
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Grace is put on cleaning duty and gets a mysterious fourth bag of vodka for his troubles.
Rocky begrudgingly takes on the role of Designated Driver slash Space Blob Supervisor, and receives a different kind of gift in return.
“Grace. What are you doing?”
Grace's mouth, still smushed against my xenonite, curves upward: Contentment, happiness, satisfaction. Interesting, that it should be prone to smiling when made stupid by ethanol, but not so much when it gets stupid because of a lack of sleep.
“‘s called a kiss, buddy. I‘m givin’ you. A kiss. ‘cause you're my best friend annnnd I like you. And y’nno what, you're actually pretty nice. When you’re not goin’ outta your way to be mean to me, that is.”
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14 Apr 2026
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Collection where I will post my kcd and hansry art (including explicit art)
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06 Apr 2026
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mormon missionary dennis whitaker is trying to convert married rabbot. I'm not good at summaries bro clearly that does not work out and they fuck him nasty instead.
(It’s temptation, it’s wrong, the way they touch him. On his back, on his shoulder, ruffling his hair. It’s so warm. Their hands are big, grounding, and it feels good, and it shouldn’t. It really, really, really shouldn’t. Tendrils of want curl through his ribcage, aching, filthy. Two men who mean nothing by it, two men who are always so pleasant, with their home-cooked meals and their warm hands. It’s Dennis making it sinful, with his swirling, dirty thoughts.)
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06 Apr 2026
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Robby remembered little from his PT rotation. He knew when to refer someone to PT—strained backs or necks, for instance—but he could never guide someone through that sort of stuff. Which is why when Whitaker approaches him on a slow Thursday afternoon, he is confused to say the least.
“You want me to do…what exactly?”
Whitaker taps his fingers against the counter of the hub. “I’ve been in physical therapy for a few months,” he reiterates. “They’ve given me a bunch of stretches to do. I've been doing them, but I don't know if it's working. I mean, I don't know if I'm doing them right.”
Whitaker asks Robby for help with his physical therapy stretches, and Robby struggles to have normal feelings about his subordinate.
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06 Apr 2026
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“Aren’t you gonna tell me all about the Mississippi river?” Eddie asks, his voice thick with warmth, almost tender.
Buck narrows his eyes. “Do you wanna hear facts about the river?”
“Buck, if you have things to say, I want to hear them.”
The sun doesn’t break through the clouds, but it’s like the sky brightens, for just a moment, burnishing highlights in Eddie’s hair and finding new flecks of color in his eyes. Buck feels heat travel down the back of his neck.
or: Two firefighters. Two thousand miles. One realization they probably should’ve had a long time ago.