Functioning Disaster Gay

Thank you to @fancycake for their hilarious idea that I had to draw

“You weren’t even together.”

Marissa being legitimately heartbroken and everyone seeing her grieving and unless they happen to know both her and Ryland the FIRST thing they ask is almost always “Were the two of you an item?”

And when she says no then it becomes “did you want to be?” “did you see him as a brother instead?”

Marissa feeling hurt and frustrated because isn’t it enough that they were friends? Is twenty years of late night conversations, inside jokes, tears, laughter, Thursday dinners like clockwork—is that not enough to say she loved him, plain and simple? Is she not allowed to grieve this way, like a piece of her was torn out without anyone even telling her?

bruh who brought the eel to erid

kept seeing stuff where Ellie gets brought to erid and I thought it was silly so here’s some shitposts

agoraphobia /ăg″ər-ə-fō′bē-ə, ə-gôr″ə-/

Love the soft, curious moments of them sharing about their own cultures, biology, etc. I do think Rocky would have a field day when Grace explains skin as a very sensitive and permeable organ with lots of stuff packed tight on the surface. Since goosebumps are very tactile, I thought Rocky would enjoy hearing those.

Also, bonus.

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Okay fine I'll Boostle post. GOD! Just kidding they are my horrible gooblies and I love them. HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

Chapters: 1/7 Fandom: Project Hail Mary (2026), Iron Lung (2026) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung)/Ryland Grace, Ryland Grace/Rocky Characters: Ryland Grace, The Convict | Simon (Iron Lung) Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Ryland Grace and Rocky are Soulmates, Adrian is to Rocky as Simon is to Grace (eventually), Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Touch-Starved, everyone is touch-starved even rocky, this bad boy is packed with yearning and longing and grief and hope, Buckle up, Eventual Smut

Summary:

“If you’re lying to me- I'l hurt you. I’ll do it.”

“No problem. I’m not lying, so. No need for that.”

“I’m serious.”

Grace can’t help himself.

“Nice to meet you, Serious. I’m Dr. Ryland Grace. Um- but everyone around here calls me Grace.“

Silence.

“That’s your cue to tell me your name,” he notes.

The continued silence is deafening. Wide shoulders heave with heavy breath, that dark gaze tightening at Grace’s further insistence. Greasy, inky hair falls around his face, unruly tendrils shielding scarred skin from the outside.

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