#tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny

I just heard Project Hail Mary's genre coined as "Cosmic Hope" instead of cosmic horror, and I'm getting emotional all over again. I need to sit down. God do I love this story to bits.

my friend's discord server has a "proof of touch grass" channel where they post pics of them doing regular activities outdoors/in public. i think many online spaces could benefit from such a thing

the scene where Rocky runs off to get a clock, and Grace kinda just stands there waiting and apologizing for talking so much while Rocky bops back into the screen, just chirping away--and we know those aren't idle sounds. it's language. it's Rocky talking, just as much as Grace is talking. Rocky has been so, so alone for so, so long and meets this creature who makes so much noise all the time, and even though they're sort of talking over each other it must be such a comfort to just have something to talk at, to have something talk at him. imagine if Rocky had known that Grace was apologizing for being the sole beacon of sound and life Rocky has come into contact with in five decades.

You make first contact with an alien and they’re so strange. Tall and thin, with too few limbs. Porous. Frail. So cold. They can only see/hear things that are right in front of them and they get disoriented when you’re even a little to the side of them. You have no idea how these things even survive, but once you learn how to decipher the alien’s strangely harsh chirping language you discover that they’ve been exploring space much longer than you have. Apparently it’s because they can sense signals that you only recently discovered, and they rely on those signals for every part of life. You are Rocky the Eridian and you have just met a human.