The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

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[ID: pictures of a red clay sculpture of two horse heads embracing. Sculpture shows their heads up till their shoulders and the start of their back. They are resting their heads on the back of the other. Both have their eyes closed. Each picture shows a different angle. End ID]

youd think youd run out of things to say about a tv show

many posts about grace dying in the lab explosion, but consider: stratt dies, and grace has to navigate an entirely different kind of betrayal when it’s revealed she named him as contingency director. she knew what it means to carry that weight, and was still willing to lay it on his shoulders without so much as asking - but it’s also the most pronounced act of trust anyone could possibly give him. so he’s angry, and honoured, and grieving, and the person he most needs to talk to about it all isn’t there to hear it

Hey hey Grace's yellow rain jacket foreshadowing his eventual role. His yellow jacket blending in with the astronauts before he even knows he's one of the crew. Facing Stratt telling her he can't be an astronaut and he's already wearing their colours.