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Life is beach

Simon, due to his hallucinations and his fear of his now domestic reality is fake, Needs touch. He needs to make sure the plants are real, the stars are real, that Grace is real. Grace and Simon hold each other as Simon focuses everything on Grace, his breathing, where his arms wrap around, where his torso is, where his head rests. To feel, to hear, to be near Grace that makes him realize that everything is fine, Grace is real, plants are real, and the stars are alive.

Hey guys dont forget the tree eats people. The tree eats people guys. Eden tree eats people. Guys

choose your cartoon duo

Give me Grace subconsciously copying random noises Rocky makes (not the words, but his equivalents to "ooohhh"s and "ahhhh"s and "hmmmm"s) because if there's something I've noticed about humans, it's that if we spend long enough with someone, we start mimicking each other. Hell, even with animals it happens! You've ever noticed that cat owners have entire meow-ing conversations with their cats? With dogs it happens too. Or that when parrots do their bobbing dances, a lot of us start copying that? And their chirping too. I like that a lot. I'd like to see Grace doing that.

(insp.)

Every fanart i see of rocky and adrian is just this and i love it

Grace, watching the eridian children develop a whole astrology-esque personality typing system based around what colour they are: oh god what have I done