One of my favorite things about Andrew is how focused on recovering from his trauma he is. And how he doesn’t give a fuck if no one else notices or cares. By the end of the series, he’s taken a lot of steps forward to try to reclaim his life yet the team, other than Neil, still views him as dangerous and unhinged. But he doesn’t care because his recovery has nothing to do with them. It’s not about making them feel more comfortable or being a better person. It’s about having control of his life again. And even if everyone can’t see how far he’s come, it doesn’t mean he hasn’t made any progress.

ok I know everyone’s considered Ryland grace wearing an “I put the ace in space” t shirt but. have we considered the infinitely funnier option of putting this shirt on eva stratt

Grace showing up to Erid starving, discombobulated, and with every disease known to man is hilarious in a morbid way because I’m just imagine Rocky shows up like “this is my alien friend! He saved my life and we bring back the cure to saving our star! Also, he’s dying and we know little to nothing about his biology to fix it. He saved you all so you better lock in and save his life. Good luck Eridian doctors!”

it’s been talked about a million times but way too many books now have a problem with telling and not showing. a character in the book i’m reading rn said “my therapist says my anorexia and drug use is my way of gaining control” girl i don’t want to hear that i want to see you starving yourself and snorting coke every time something goes wrong

i am banned from eating my herring inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there. but it was raining today which was preventing my breakfast, so i was feeling sad and hungry and then i realized that there was a large cardboard box in the dumpster from a previous delivery. like a fridge sized box. so i fished it out of the dumpster, then tipped it on its side and had a nice little cardboard cave to watch the rain and eat my fish in. which was a great experience. very soothing. very zen. at least until the security guard from the day before stepped outside to smoke. then i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work. instead he saw a sort of damp sniveling pale hairless creature eating fish in a box, and delivered the verbal killshot of "good morning, mr. smeagol." which is how my day was ruined before 8 am.

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guy whos incompatible with life itself