where I hoard my favourite nonsense

now that you mention it, it’s dawned on me suddenly and for no obvious reason that i can’t go on living as i am

grace pleading to have thunderstorms added to the weather system in the biodome like pleaseeee. i need this. i need this one little thing. and every eridian going past the biodome just starts hearing the wind going crazy, heavy rain, the occasional big ominous booms, and grace is just safe cozy in his home curled around rocky like Ouahhhhh. this is the stuff :]

having many trinkets and books is so cool and fun until you realize you have to dust them

i have to what

"leaky space blob" is the most millennial phrase and it deals me psychic damage every time i encounter it HOWEVER. ryland grace would call himself this. i cant escape that fact. and this is why writing smut about grace is so painful because i also have to call his dick a penis. or alternatively his gentlemans equipment. i could maintain sexual appeal or i could write his internal dialogue faithfully but not both

something so magical about the constant physical barriers between rocky and grace. they cant touch each other. and they want to. rocky delicately taking the beanbag from grace, grace squeezing his hand into a fist. the desire was echoed and physical. and the one time they did touch, it resulted in grievous physical injury to both of them. it drives me so crazy that i dont even like giving rocky the xenosuit during the trip to erid. real yearners hump the ball

My hope for whoever is reading this is that your life starts making sense and coming together. I hope the good days are right around the corner for you.

#Two months on‚ Rothney is in a co-working arrangement with the nest‚#which is now more than a metre tall and swallows an entire bookshelf of ring binders.#owns. of course they feel safe around her bc she is a queen