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[katestewartt]

PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026)

[daily-daydream]

One thing that has stayed on my mind about Project Hail Mary since I watched it is that Eridians watching each other while they sleep for survival implies that there are natural predators to them on Erid. Yet, we never hear Rocky mention any other species on the planet which also implies the Eridians may have gotten rid of said predators.

I don't know what idea is more terrifying

[metazanni]

Plants and fungi eat rocks. Just saying. It might be extremely scary to them because they don't know when they will wake up and don't know how the plant gets there. But then Rocky makes friends with Grace and they find out... he... eats those things???

[daily-daydream]

Waittt...that's a good point! What about other things that tend to grow on rocks, such as barnacles? I love this theory

[webheadmenace]

@justcakethanks

[thereigning-lorelai]

Rocky has built predator collector. Rocky chain spooled and ready. Grace pilot training not as good.

Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller

[oddballwriter]

Digging up a Hole

A blurb in which Grace and Rocky fall into the innate masculine desire of digging a gigantic hole in the sand while you and Adrian watch.

“Is digging large hole in ground part of human mating ritual?” Adrian asks as you both sit on the artificial beach watching Grace and Rocky hard at work on said giant hole in the sand. You think about that question for a bit before answering “I don’t know.”.

Adrian turns towards you, “So what is the purpose of Grace informing (name) on progress of hole if it is not some sort of display of worth?” they ask. “Your guess is as good as mine.” you shrug, “It’s just an innate desire that all human men have in them for some reason.” you remark as you watch said man and his rock companion continue with their meaningless task.

“Is digging a hole a mating thing on Erid?” you ask.

“Creating gifts and simulated nest making to show that eridian can provide for mate, yes. Creating large hole in ground, no.” Adrian answers as they turn back to look at Rocky coming up from the hole and using his two front legs to dig and his back leg to push the sand out of the way at the new spot. “Do not know why Rocky is doing this and also updating Adrian on progress.” they claim.

As if on cue, Grace looks up to both of you a little ways away and calls out “We’re making it wider!” with a big smile on his face. “Cool!” you call back in approval and watch them go back to their labor.

“Men are such fascinating creatures. You can spend years with them and never know what’s going on inside their brains and why they do half the things they do.” you remark, focusing on the way his muscles move and flex as he does his work. You stare for a while, admiring the show for a while only to hear Adrian letting out a long rumbling hum. A sound that you have learned is the hum of an Eridian basically checking someone out.

“Grace and Rocky look good digging hole.” their translator relays.

“They sure do.” you nod, they sure do.

[hauntedadeline]

I see so many Ryland Grace x Reader fanfics (specifically x f!reader) and obviously we love that BUT I do feel the need to point out one major detail they seem to overlook when writing these.

No, it’s just not that Rocky would never say “why face red, question?” because he can’t see color.

It’s the absolute HORROR and TERROR that would follow if any woman woke up with no memory, trapped in a confined space with a man she doesn’t know.

Oh, they stayed close since the beginning since they had no one else?? WRONG!!!! f!reader locked and barricaded herself in one of the rooms and Grace cried for days because he felt so guilty. He finally has another person and she’s too scared to be in the same room as him.

He brings her food, tried his best to gently explain the situation through the door, and does everything he can to patiently reassure her that he’s not going to hurt her in any way.

It takes days, maybe weeks before he can walk into the room without her tensing up and basically going into fight or flight.

Trust is earned, and reader has no idea she woke up in a cutesy strangers to friends to lovers story, and not a psychological horror.

AT LEAST give them some time to learn how to trust each other before you jump straight to “they cuddle because she sleeps better when he’s there” bc as much as I LOVE that trope, it’s gotta feel earned.

His space shirts are cute and endearing, but can she really trust that? What if the goofy, sweet, awkwardness is just an act to get her to lower her guard?

And the ANGST of him being scared to make the first move physically because he’s so worried about scaring her again? He’d wait forever just trying not to freak her out or become what she was afraid of from the start.

Meanwhile, she’s finally accepted that it’s safe to have feelings for him, and she works up the courage to flirt and he’s NOT TAKING THE HINT

It’s the recipe for a perfect slow burn and I need someone to write this immediately.

(I may end up doing it myself tbh.)

[unicafavorita]

Ryland Grace makes me cry so so much. What's so poetically brave about Grace is that he accepted he had to die twice.

The first time was when he was tackled onto the Hail Mary. His fate was decided for him.

The second time was when he realized that turning back for Rocky and saving him from the taumoeba eating through his ship was a suicide mission. He knew that even if the Eridians repaired the Hail Mary in time, he wouldn't have enough food to make it from Erid back to Earth.

He knew he was choosing death. And he turned the ship around ANYWAY.

The first sacrifice was forced on him. The second one was entirely his own T-T. Somewhere between those two moments, he rlly became the kind of person who would willingly trade his life for one friend.

Oh my Lord, Ryland Grace. You are so so brave. Ily to the moon and back :<

[thefriendlypigeon]

❤️💙💛GRACEFUL💛💙❤️

⭐[my social media links]

[avocado-writing]

sequel blurb to this.

The knock at the door is incessant and annoying, as Rocky’s knocks always are… today, though, the two of you can probably forgive him. It’s a special morning after all.

Ryland opens the door and leans against it, though more out of exhaustion than his usually coolness. From where you sit on the bed, you can see Rocky eagerly bobbing around, affecting the human mannerism of trying to see behind someone. It’s cute, the way those two copy each other.

“We come in, question?” Rocky asks immediately. Your Eridian isn’t word-perfect - pitch-perfect, you suppose, actually - but you can make out about ninety percent of words without needing a translator.

“Not even a ‘hello’? Nice one, bud,” Ryland chuckles.

“Rocky not care about Grace, Rocky and Adrian want to see Grace mate and new human.”

“You don’t care about me! Hon, he says he doesn’t care about me, can you believe that? In our own microclimate dome.”

You roll your eyes at them both, fondly. Your new daughter stirs in your arms. When you speak, your voice is soft, so as not to wake her.

“You guys can come in, it’s okay. She’s sleeping right now.”

Adrian walks into your home calmly, using their large body to force Rocky to slow down. Even then you can hear him mutter “excite excite excite!” to himself as he bounces. Adrian holds back at the entrance to the bedroom and gives the Eridian equivalent of a best friend’s excited gasp.

“Human pebble so small! She is meant to be this small, question? She is okay, question?” Adrian asks, trotting up to your side and plonking down.

“She was a little early, but your scientists were amazing. I’m sure Earth births are far worse, honestly.”

It wasn’t easy, but you had a whole team of biologists assigned specially to you to make sure you gave birth as safely as possible. Even your “doula” was pretty great. Now your new daughter just needs to adjust to her new life in this strange world, as all babies do. Though, admittedly, her world is a little stranger than most.

Ryland sits down next to you on the bed, putting his arm around your shoulders for comfort without realising. Rocky shifts his carapace this way and that as he takes in the baby from all angles.

“Can Rocky touch, question?”

“Rocky…” warns Adrian, but you laugh gently.

“Sure, but just be gentle. She’s not as robust as me and Grace.”

“Grace not robust. Grace leak constantly. Grace leaking right now.”

You look up to see tears in Ryland’s eyes. He laughs self-consciously and wipes them away with a sleeve.

“Sorry. Just can’t get over how perfect you two look.”

He gives you a brief but tender kiss as Rocky approaches. Slowly one of his little hands comes out to run across your baby’s hair, playing with the soft patch of it she was born with. In her sleep she shifts and reaches out… grabbing onto one of Rocky’s fingers with her tight newborn grip.

“Wow, she likes you, Rock,” Ryland says.  

“Amaze amaze amaze,” Rocky whispers. “Rocky never move again, not so long as pebble holding on.”

Later, you’ll ask them to be the godparents of your daughter, after a lengthy conversation about what that means. For now, though, you let her be surrounded by four people who already love her. 

[avocado-writing]

you're expecting and Grace confides in Rocky and Adrian and it goes something like this:

"Why Grace not happy with pebble, question?"

"I am! I am happy, it's just- I've never done this before, and Erid's magnified gravity is probably going to make their life even harder than it would be during a regular pregnancy, and we have no conventional hospitals or doctors around-"

"Grace mate need hospital?! Grace mate die?!"

"No, they're not- well, they- they might. Pregnancy is... it can be dangerous. That's what sca-"

"GRACE NOT MENTION THIS, QUESTION? GRACE STUPID, QUESTION?"

cue Erid's top biologists frantically researching "how make human birth safe safe safe" with a 9 month deadline

they are SO on it. the two of you fill in Eridians the best you can about all the biological possibilities that could happen during the pregnancy, grace and any other willing humans who came to Erid store/give blood as often as they can in the lead up to the birth just in case you need any donors during the delivery. the Eridians create machines which will help them act as midwives, mechanical hands which they can control from within their safety suits. one of them is even trained to be your doula and they are SO excited, even though they do always ask “I am doing a good job of making you feel relaxed, question?”

also, I guess due to them using hearing as a primary sense, every Eridian is able to keep track of how your baby is growing even when they’re still gestating, sense the kiddo’s little heartbeat and let you know how they’re doing in there 🩷

[effortlesslysweet]

from "i am a teacher at grover cleveland middle" to "this is doctor captain ryland grace reporting from the hail mary"

[oncasette]

hi hi finally sending some reqs in for ur celly!! can I get “you look like you want to kiss me.” “that’s how I always look then.” with ryland grace!! it’s so him

before the sun sets.

ryland grace x gn!reader

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“Wow. I’ve never seen you so pliant,” he laughs, and your tongue pokes out to blow a half-hearted raspberry at him. You lean into his hold regardless, letting him take on the brunt of your, now, dead weight. Your eyes are about to flutter shut when he blows a gentle stream of cold air against your cheeks. For a moment, you’re startled. Jumping a bit between his hands. But, then, it seems to settle you further into the gooey trance he’s managed to meld you into in just a few moments.

or the one where you come home from a long day to see your boyfriend making dinner.

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You walk through the door like you’d been through a hurricane. Hunched over, hair messy, bag and emotional support water bottle clutched up to your chest before they’re dropped off on the kitchen bar with your shoes. Your feet ache like you’d been standing on them for eight hours straight because, well, you had. You reach up to scratch your temple and…

Yep, that’s a migraine coming on. 

The sound of the fridge closing startles you so bad you’re sure you would’ve jumped a foot in the air if you weren’t so beat.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Ryland says in passing, moving back towards the stove with the milk he’d grabbed. The only thing he gets in reply as you pad off after him is a grunt. And your head falling into the center of his shoulderblades.

“Rough day?” he asks. You nod and grunt again, too tired to even wrap your arms around him the way you normally would. When he laughs, you pick your head up with a scrunched face. Ooh, is he making mac and cheese? Your stomach grumbles despite your miffed demeanor. “Go lay down for a little bit and then you can eat and shower. This’ll be ready in like ten minutes.”

“Wanna stay here,” you mumble into his sweater. Your cheek nuzzles a bit against it, like a cat searching for heat. “‘S that okay?”

“Of course that’s okay,” Ryland says before setting down the wooden spoon and turning to face you. You’re only the slightest bit annoyed that you have to move to accommodate him, but you’re instantly relieved with the gift of getting to see his face. Your lips purse in request of a kiss, one he immediately obliges. Both of his hands begin to run up and down your sides. 

“Wow. I’ve never seen you so pliant,” he laughs, and your tongue pokes out to blow a half-hearted raspberry at him. You lean into his hold regardless, letting him take on the brunt of your, now, dead weight. Your eyes are about to flutter shut when he blows a gentle stream of cold air against your cheeks. For a moment, you’re startled. Jumping a bit between his hands. But, then, it seems to settle you further into the gooey trance he’s managed to meld you into in just a few moments. 

You blink at him slowly, enjoying the way he looks in the low light of the setting sun through the window.

“What?” he asks, nose scrunching.

“You look like you wanna kiss me,” you say contentedly. 

“Well, then that’s how I always look,” he replies like he didn’t even have to think about it. Like wanting to kiss you was his first instinct, his second nature. He dips his head to the side to kiss your temple before muttering, “C’mon. I’ll get your food ready and then we can go take that shower.”

“I love you,” you sigh before finally freeing him to finish making dinner. 

“I love you, too,” he says with that dopey grin you’ve grown so accustomed to. 

[pinktoffee]

I yearn for the scenario of Ryland being your friend when you were a child but as you grow us you have some weird tension in high school because you both are to scared to say anything about the massive crushes you have on one another and it eventually causes a falling out. fast forward to when he’s in Denver and calls that person a staggering waste of carbon and gets removed from his field and he’s so devastated by it so he sits in his hotel room in Denver confused on what to do or who to tell. so he contemplates calling you with his thumb hovering over the call button and eventually gets the courage to do it, because your the only person he wants to run to when things get hard. you on the other hand are in a town an hour or two from Denver visiting family you haven’t seen in a while. you excuse yourself to pick up the phone and when you do your met with Rylands constant apologies saying he didn’t know who to call, and he eventually confesses he just wanted you. you let him explain what happened and you comfort him, tell him it’s gonna be fine. he’s stuck in Denver for the next 2 days because other meetings were happening those next two days but he can’t attend because he got fired. so you say something off handedly about coming to him, seeing him after such a long time to hopefully make those next 2 days a little less boring. he agrees obviously, eager to see you. well then the next day you drive the two hours to go see him and meet up with him at some coffee shop or something and everything clicks easily with him. there’s no awkward small talk, just constant talking back and forth about what’s happened since you guys have seen each other. Rylands over the moon happy because he finally gets to see the girl who he was once so hopelessly in love with (and still is..) he reverts back to his old shy high school self, everything he says is an attempt to make you laugh, and you obviously laugh at all of his stupid jokes.. and maybe you guys go back to the hotel 👀👀👀 maybe you guys sleep in the bed together 👀👀👀 cuddling???👀👀👀👀 kissing👀👀👀👀👀 

[arkofangels]

Imagine accidentally pavloving Ryland into paying attention…

( I need clicker trained Ryland in my life)

"Grace."

Nothing.

You glanced down at your clipboard before looking back at the man who's currently attempting to see how far he could lean back in his chair before gravity eventually won.

"...Grace."

Still nothing.

His attention was somewhere beyond the conference room walls. Judging by the absentminded smile on his face, he was probably replanning a middle school science lesson in his head instead of listening to the briefing about humanity's impending extinction.

Around the table, scientists exchanged grim looks.

You sighed.

It had taken exactly four meetings to realize Dr. Ryland Grace wasn't ignoring people on purpose.

His brain simply... wandered.

Constantly.

Which was a problem when every meeting contained information that might save the world.

So you did what every exhausted government handler eventually does.

You adapted.

The first time, it had been accidental.

You noticed he'd finally answered a question after you'd slid a mug of coffee in front of him.

The second time, it happened again.

By the third meeting...

"...Grace."

You set a chocolate bar beside his notebook.

His head snapped up immediately.

"Yep."

Every eye in the room turned toward him.

"...Were you listening?"

"...Absolutely."

"You weren't."

"I wasn't."

But this was enough to help you refine the system.

Coffee.

Chocolate.

Occasionally those tiny cinnamon candies he insisted he didn't like because it's "old people candy" despite mysteriously eating every single one.

Never as a reward.

Always as a cue.

Whenever something important came up...

Tap.

A mug appeared beside him.

His attention shifted instantly.

Months later, you didn't even need the coffee anymore.

A click tap of your pen was enough to get his attention.

*Click.*

Ryland looked up automatically.

The sudden movement scaring one scientist.

—

Ryland didn't notice.

Or maybe he did.

Maybe he simply appreciated that someone had figured out how to cut through the tornado in his head without embarrassing him.

Because he'd started doing it himself.

Whenever he caught his thoughts drifting, he'd glance toward you.

You'd press the tip your pen once.

*Click.*

His focus settled back into place.

—

Months later, during one particularly heated strategy meeting, two physicists were arguing over equations while everyone else slowly lost the will to live.

Ryland had completely checked out.

His eyes were fixed on a bird outside the window.

You didn't even look up from your folder.

*Click.*

One press of your pen.

Ryland straightened instinctively.

"What'd I miss?"

Half the room stared.

He blinked.

"...Why's everyone looking at me?"

One of the engineers pointed between the two of you.

"Did..."

He frowned.

"...Did they just summon your attention?"

Ryland looked at you.

You looked back with perfect professionalism.

"No idea what you're talking about."

"...Huh."

He shrugged.

"Anyway, continue."

The meeting resumed.

Someone leaned over and whispered to you, "You're never beating the clicker-training allegations." (apparently everybody noticed Ryland's habit before this moment, much to your dismay)

"Ryland"

Without missing a beat, you reached into your bag and tossed a cinnamon candy across the table toward Ryland.

He caught it without looking.

"Thanks."

"...You brought him, treats?" the engineer whispered.

You smiled faintly.

"I'm a government agent, it's my job to keep his attention."

"As if that explains anything."

"It explains everything."

[kiffycreative]

ryland would be a morning person. he didn't used to be, but when he started teaching middle schoolers he forced himself to adjust out of pure necessity. now he's the type to wake up at 5:30am bright eyed and bushy tailed and it kind of drives you crazy. but every once in awhile, especially on a weekend, he'll stay in bed with you. you'll wake to his arms wrapped around you as he spoons you from behind, his breathing even on the back of your neck. you'll turn over as he starts to wake, mumbling a sleepy "good morning" into your lips as you kiss him. you always take a moment to admire him when he's like this - hair a mess, face relaxed, truly at ease. he'll cuddle closer, tucking his head into your shoulder and pulling you flush against him before falling back asleep, and as you brush the hair from his face all you can think is how in love with him you are.

[let-gavin-free]

did i just think of a fic where Grace finds his phone on the Mary during a rumage around looking for school supply stuff and after charging it to life he gets an onslaught of texts from his brothers (colt/court) and other family members (holland/holly, driver, ken, etc) and be gets so overwhelmed that he doesn’t open them until he’s surrounded by Adrian and Rocky and proceeds to sob at each message or voicemail begging for him to come home or their laments of his sacrifice?

no.

why would i do such a thing?

that shits sad :(

[puncertainty]

a leap of faith !

[uninterestedemby]

They make me physically ill