Fuck If I Know

Look. I have to draw my favorite scientists together. It's a canon event.

kinda late but wtv

how close can we get….

but, due to the fog of the amnesia, then the urgency of the mission plus Rocky's appearance, Grace doesn't fully look through every box until they're on their way to Erid. and that's when Rocky wakes up from sleep to see Grace sobbing over a bunch of letters. students telling him how much they enjoyed his class, actually made learning fun and interesting. got them through tough days. made them feel seen and appreciated. quite a few cite his class as being the spark that got them interested in science as a career. and even those that didn't still consider him the best teacher they ever had. fellow teachers admiring his classroom management and lesson planning, and even so his kindness to every student who walked into his room.

one letter is from the principal. when Dr. Grace's involvement in the Hail Mary Project became public knowledge, there was a push from the community to rename the school after him. after discussions with the school board, there had been a secret agreement to do so, even had a new sign made. they were just waiting for him to be released from the project and return to San Fransisco to surprise him. but, with the recent news of his "noble sacrifice", they'd gone ahead and done it. attached the press release with a picture of the new sign, a bunch of his former students standing around it, beaming. a local artist has been commissioned to add a mural to the front entrance over the summer break. and a final note: "Do your work knowing that it will allow the Dr. Ryland Grace Middle School to continue to educate and inspire students for generations."

Part 49 Masterpost

If he watches you sleep and I watch you sleep, then who's watching ME?

continuation of my bloodymary comic, kinda?

You wake up next morning to her gathering her clothes, looking for a way out of your apartment— but she can’t resist the way you look at her, asking her to stay. Breakfast. Okay, fine, just coffee. And something in her chest, maybe deeper, in her ribs, tells her this is dangerous. It’s real bad. She’s 2 months into training and she can’t afford to love someone right now. But she finds herself in your kitchen, talking to you and realizing she could do this all day. So she stays, and loves— until she really has to go. And you realize okay so maybe she wasn’t joking about the whole astronaut thing.

You recall the memory of running into some of her work friends— and they had stared at you so strangely when you joked about marrying her in a couple years, especially the blonde one with the dumb glasses— and everything starts dawning on you. Oh. You’re really never going to see her again.

And before she leaves, when you’re pressed up against her, skin to skin, listening to her humming a nameless song, and wondering if you should ask her to stay, if that’s too selfish of you, she says:

“You are like…”

She searches for the right words, creasing her brows.

“A rock in my shoe.”

You laugh.

“Wow. Okay.”

She shakes her head, smiling.

“You know what I mean.”

Her fingers drift through your hair as the last of the sunlight spills into the room.

“I can still keep walking. But it would hurt. Every single step.”

Ilyukhina traces absent circles against your arm while the sun hangs low above the horizon. It looks no different than it always has, spilling honey-colored light across the floor.

And the sun is so radiant that your eyes surrender before you can see it disappear under the line. Every dawn convinces you there’s just as much light as yesterday. That you will wake up tomorrow to the same pale glow stretching across the morning.

It’s so bright that you can’t ever see it diminishing.

But it is.

…

Yes i keep forgetting about Simon's arm...