what it comes down to is that he really just loves that rock. that's his guy. seven billion people on earth and none of them were his guy and you know what??? he's in luck because he got shot into space and his guy just happened to be in space also. sometimes life is just beautiful

Still thinking about how Grace was always treated as disposable. Kicked out of his passion field for his honesty—underpaid as a (very good) teacher, to the point he can’t afford a car—left alone in a room full of argon with a sample that might kill him, while all the indispensable guys who put him there stood on the other side of the glass and watched. Shoved screaming into a mission that would kill him. And then, then this bonkers little alien who just met him gladly trades years off his life (via extended return mission) to save him. Runs burning through deadly air to keep him from dying. Chooses finally to weave their lives together forever and recreate Grace’s best dreams of Earth to make him happy. No wonder Grace told Rocky he doesn’t have to get him a gift, he’s given him everything. To one little spider guy, Grace is irreplaceable. That’s love.

imagine you have amnesia and cant remember your name. you remember your name. you cant remember who you are. you meet an alien. you introduce yourself with part of your name that is typically a woman name. no matter. give or take 4 years go by with various levels of mortal peril. you land on said aliens planet. you introduce yourself as that part of your name again. you will never go back to human society. this planet does not have gender. youre nonbinary now

logging onto woundblr and seeing all the pain on my gashboard

Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien

vampirism as a metaphor for queerness. hunger as a metaphor for repressed desire. immortality as an expression of profound loneliness.

pulling yourself up by your strap-on or whatever they say

Happy Pride