Too many thoughts, head still empty

my hands hurt

I know Grace probably had some organization system to all the data he sent back to Stratt, like at the bare minimum a folder labeled "HOW TO SAVE EARTH" or something, but it's funny to imagine that the rest of his data—all the fucking around he did and unsuccessful experiments and a bunch of stuff about Eridians—is just dumped in a large list of files with keysmash names and the scientists back on Earth have to dig through it and uncover the story of Ryland Grace making second AND third contact like the world's most complicated epistolary narrative.

Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

if i have one more person say sparkles on this post im gonna blow i swear to god

what the fuck. comics are magic

anything u think about YOUR life after 10pm is bs to be ignored. anything u think about a character’s life after 10pm should be posted about online and expanded on for paragraphs. :)

dude, this is really scary, and liminal as well. It's like the bathrooms