Michele

•she/they•books •f1•taylor&harry•mentally unstable•🎗• я тебя люблю 🫶

[micheleontrack333]

Introduction :)

Hi! My name is Michele and my blog is a little corner full of my many random thoughts. I hope you find the thoughts a little entertaining.

A few things about me:

I have a bird & a dog who are my absolute everything <3

I love books, writing, art, & music.

I am obsessed with an unhealthily large assortment of movies and TV shows as well as Lego, Minecraft, animals & Greek mythology.

I also absolutely adore Formula 1 🩷

[iskander-tm]

mission bag the baddie

[pineappical]

cuteness aggression

[hersurvival]

[pronouncingitwang]

at some point in your life you will be boiling fruit, water, sugar, and lemon juice in a pot to make a syrup or jam. the instructions will tell you to simmer for a certain amt of time. your timer will go off and you will look at the pot and go, "hm, this doesn't look thick enough. maybe i'll let it go for another 10 minutes." this is the devil speaking. it's only so liquid right now because it is at boiling point. it will thicken when it cools down. learn from the follies of my youth and do not let this happen to you

[yokowan]

at some point in your life you will be making a sauce or a stew in which you need to add cornstarch to thicken it. and you will prepare a slurry of starch in cold water and think "this looks like way too little starch to thicken this amount of liquid." this is the devil speaking. cornstarch instantly polymerizes at 95°C and if you add too much it will turn into an impossibly thick goop.

[le-jardin-inculte]

at some point in your life you will be making some sort of cream based dessert that requires gelatin to thicken it. and you will soak some gelatin sheets in water and think "this is too few gelatin sheets for this amount of cream." this is the devil speaking. it will thicken in the fridge and if you add too much you will end up with milk jelly

[shithowdy]

at some point in your life you will be baking cookies. you will take the sheet out after twelve minutes as the recipe instructs and the cookies will still be glistening and soft. "these don't seem cooked enough," you will think to yourself, "i should place them back into the oven until their edges are nice and golden." this is the devil talking. this is how you get dry, overdone cookies. the cookies will continue to bake on the warm sheet for several more minutes and then harden up after sitting on a rack for a while. trust the process. trust the process.

[whitachi]

at some point in your life you will be adding a small pasta to a soup and you will think "that is not enough small pasta." this is the devil talking. the pasta will absorb the stock and expand. this is how you end up with a soup that is a solid mass of soggy ditalini.

[araceil]

At some point in your life you will be adding garlic to a dish and you will think "that is not enough garlic." These are angels speaking. They are correct. Add more garlic.

[crooked-mile]

[amessofstarsense]

Imagine Ryland with someone who is his total opposite. I mean you're LOUD, you're energetic, you're EXCITED to be in space on a death trip just because it's cool (let's say you had nothing left on Earth or you're like really brave or smth). You're so like enthusiastic and bubbly and just EAGER. For EVERYTHING.

Imagine the whole scene with Rocky sending out those cannisters. The ship asks "Would you like to go on a space walk, Dr. Grace?" And he hesitates, because of course he does. He's not an astronaut. He doesn't want to be here. But he knows how to use the EVA suits. He's super reluctant. Then there's you. All smiles from ear to ear. "Grace. Grace I can. I can DEFINITELY go on that space walk if you don't want to."

But then he doesn't want you getting hurt and ends up going anyway with you. He pokes his head out of the airlock and, "Nope." He ducks his head right back in. You lean out, secured to the Hail Mary by your tether, and start to free float, knowing the tether will hold you. "GRACE WE'RE IN SPACE OMGOMG"

Imagine when Rocky comes aboard. The insurmountable chaos.

"WHERE MY BEDROOM, question?!"

"Bedroom?!"

And before he can say anything else, aghast at the alien's audacity, you're taking off after Rocky. "I'LL HELP YOU GET SET UP ROCKY!!!" :D

It's chaotic. It's hectic. But at long as he has someone so full of life and wonder even in this most dire of situations, he feels like he can do anything.

[emgrth]

I had this idea,

Imagine a reader who was on the Hail Mary with Ryland Grace. They love their life on Erid, listening to the waves of the artificial beach as they fall asleep. Getting to teach the class of little pebbles with Grace every day. Spending time with Rocky and Adrian.

But the Reader is someone who misses the rain on Earth. The beach is lovely, and it’s amazing the Eridians managed to build the biodome at all! But they crave the way the rain smells after it falls, the sounds of it on the roof of their house, watching the ripples it creates in the water.

Ryland notices how they miss it. The longing for everything on Earth is real, but the rain was something that comforted them. So, he goes to Rocky and the biodome engineering team and explains to them the concept of Earth precipitation (assuming it’s different on Erid or they didn’t know before).

The reader is walking around their little house, brushing their teeth and getting ready for bed. Ryland offhandedly says “forecast says rain tomorrow,” with a smile. The reader rolls their eyes, thinking it’s a lame little joke he made.

But as they gently wake from their sleep to the sound of a pitter-patter on their roof. Their eyes slowly flutter open and they yawn, nose scrunched. They turn in bed and look out the window. Grace is already up, looking out of the window with a smile on his face. He turns to them as they walk over and watches their reaction expectantly.

They’re OVERJOYED to see it pouring from the artificial sky somehow, the sound of the raindrops on the ocean and the sand is music to their ears. The biodome team made rain, all for them.

They are loved and wanted so much by Grace, Rocky, all of the Eridians, that they’d make the sky fall to see them smile.

[kingshezza]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN JUNE STARTS IN 2 DAYS IT WAS DECEMBER 2 HOURS AGO

[pure-sstarlight]

I just binged your Project Hail Mary fics til 4 am and it has given me a funny idea.

You know how some humans are attracted to monsters and inhuman creatures? Do you think there’d be like one weird Eridian who meets the bizarre aliens (reader or Ryland) Rocky brings back to Erid and just thinks “I’m gonna woo this creature.”? Like I think it would be hilarious for them to try all the courting stuff Eridians might do to either Ryland or reader, while the other partner is just sitting there wondering if they should be jealous of a rock flirting.

Love your work!

"Your Density Inverts My Gravity"

Ryland Grace x reader

summary: read the request above!

yaps!: I CANT STOP GIGGLING WHOLE WRITING THIS..I also made the Eridian woo both reader AND ry eheuheuehehe... Listened to "My Body's A Zombie For You!" by Dead Man's Bones, and "Lovefool" by The Cardigans!

You sat cross-legged on a bench made of some impossibly dense, Xenonite composite material, watching Ryland fiddle with a laptop. His hair was a bird's nest of stress, a pencil was jammed behind his ear, and he was muttering under his breath about Astrophage cross-contamination metrics.

"Ryland," you said, leaning your head back against the wall. "I think your boyfriend is back."

"Rocky is not my boyfriend, we are science-allies," Ryland corrected automatically, not looking up from his screen. "And he said he was going to fetch a specialist in structural engineering to look at the fuel line blueprints. He should have been back twenty minutes ago."

A heavy, rhythmic thud-thud-thud echoed down the corridor. It was the distinct sound of Eridian motion—five-legged, heavy, and metallic. But as the door hissed open, it wasn't just Rocky’s familiar, bright carapace that stepped into the airlock. Behind him came another Eridian.

This one was… massive. Even by Eridian standards, where everyone looked like a sentient, five-sided boulder made of iron and basalt, this individual was imposing. Their carapace had a polished, almost glossy sheen to it, gleaming with deep, obsidian undertones.

Rocky practically bounced on his five legs, his vocoder chirping to life with a happy, musical series of notes. "Grace! [Name]! This is Oryx. Oryx is very good at big pipes. Best pipe-maker in Erid. Look, look!"

"Hi, Rocky," you waved, offering a tired smile. "Nice to meet you, Oryx."

Ryland finally looked up, his inner teacher instantly switching on. "Ah, Oryx! Welcome. We’ve been having some trouble with the pressure differentials in the main manifold. If you look at the—"

Ryland stopped.

Oryx hadn't moved toward the blueprints. Instead, the giant Eridian had slowly, deliberately rotated on their carapace was pointed directly at you. Then, with a slow, heavy tilt, they shifted their focus over to Ryland. Back to you. Back to Ryland.

A low, resonant hum began to vibrate through Oryx’s body. It wasn't the usual sharp, conversational clicking. It sounded like a massive pipe organ being played in a deep cave—a rich, rhythmic chord that literally rattled the fillings in your teeth.

You blinked, looking over at Ryland. "Is… is the structural engineer humming at us?"

"Maybe it's a greeting?" Ryland muttered, looking intrigued. He held up a hand. "Uh, hello, Oryx. We are humans. Meat-space-aliens. A-mi-gos."

Oryx didn't answer. Instead, they took three deliberate steps forward, crowding into your personal space. The sheer heat radiating from their iron-based biology felt like opening a preheated oven. You instinctively leaned back as a massive, clawed appendage reached out. But it didn't grab you. Instead, Oryx gently, incredibly gently, tapped the tip of one claw against your shoulder, and then duplicated the gesture on Ryland’s knee.

The organ-hum got louder, shifting into a jaunty, syncopated rhythm.

Rocky suddenly let out a sharp, panicked whistle. "Oryx! No! Bad! They are guests! They are friends! Do not do the rhythm!"

"They are magnificent," Oryx’s vocoder translated, though the tone came out in that flat, synthesized computer voice that contrast horribly with the absolute drama of their body language. "Look at their lack of carapace. So soft. So aerodynamic. Their skin moves when they breathe. Is highly erotic."

You froze. Ryland froze.

"I'm sorry," you said slowly, staring up at the giant, amorous space-rock. "Did the translator just say erotic?"

"Oryx is embarrassing!" Rocky clicked furiously, his legs clapping against the floorboards. "Oryx has strange mind! Oryx likes weird shapes! I told Oryx we are doing science, but Oryx said 'I want to see the squishy aliens from the cold star.' Oryx is pervert!"

Ryland’s mouth opened and closed like a landed carp. "I—we—we aren't… we're humans! We're made of water and carbon! We die if you drop us!"

"Water is beautiful solvent," Oryx hummed back smoothly. The giant Eridian then reached behind their back, where they had been holding a heavy, metallic container. With a flourish that felt remarkably like a suitor presenting a bouquet of roses, Oryx set the container down on the table right in front of you and Ryland.

They popped the latch. Inside was a pile of glowing, pulsing, radioactive-looking sludge. It smelled faintly of ammonia and burning rubber.

"I have brought you a gift of high-grade heavy metal isotopes," Oryx announced, their body tilting into what you could only assume was a seductive? stance. "Is was harvested from the deepest vents. Is very dense. Eat it and become strong for laying eggs."

You stared at the sludge. Then you looked at Ryland.

"Are you going to eat the courtship sludge, Ryland?" you asked, your voice trembling as you tried desperately to suppress a massive wave of hysterical laughter. "They think you need to get strong for egg-laying."

"I am not eating the radioactive heavy metals!" Ryland hissed, his face turning a brilliant shade of crimson. "And for the record, I don't lay eggs! Neither of us lay eggs!" He turned back to Oryx, waving his hands frantically. "Look, Oryx, thank you, really, it's very thoughtful. Very generous. But we can't digest this. It will literally liquefy our internal organs."

Oryx seemed to ponder this. The low hum changed keys, dropping into a sorrowful, minor chord. "A tragedy. So beautiful, yet so easily melted."

But Oryx was not a rock to give up easily.

For the next two hours, the "science meeting" turned into a bizarre, cross-species masterclass in courting. Oryx completely ignored the fuel line blueprints. Instead, they spent the entire time trying to impress the two bipeds.

First came the display of strength. Oryx casually picked up a three-ton piece of scrap machinery, hoisted it over their head with two limbs, and spun it around like a cheerleader’s baton, all while clicking a complex, rhythmic beat that Rocky informed you was an Eridian love ballad called "Your Density Inverts My Gravity."

You sat on the bench, chin in your hands, very entertained. "You know, Ryland, they’ve got great rhythm. And look at those metallic ridges. That’s a fine-looking specimen of a rock."

"Are you seriously checking out the alien?" Ryland snapped, though his eyes were bulging out wide as he watched Oryx effortlessly bend a steel bar into a neat, perfect heart shape. "They are a completely different phylum! They don't even have eyes!"

"I'm just saying, it's nice to be appreciated," you teased, leaning against his shoulder. "When was the last time you bought me high-grade isotopes or bent steel for me? I feel wooed."

"I built you a hydroponic salad bar!" Ryland protested, his voice cracking slightly.

Oryx suddenly dropped the steel heart on the floor with a loud CLANG. They scurried forward, stopping inches from the two of you. Before either of you could react, Oryx began to gently blow a stream of warm, highly filtered air from their exhalation vents directly over you both.

It felt like being stood in front of a giant, gentle hair dryer.

"Oh, wow," you mumbled, your hair blowing back. "That's actually kind of nice. Like a sauna."

"It is the scent of my home vent," Oryx explained softly. "It tells you that my territory is rich in sulfur and free of predatory molds. Come with me to my vent, squishy ones. I shall build you a nest of soft, fluffy blankets."

Ryland looked between you and the giant, vibrating alien. A deeply comical expression of sheer, unadulterated jealousy shadowed his face. He stood up, stepping squarely between you and Oryx, puffing out his chest in a display of human dominance that looked utterly ridiculous given that he was staring at an iron creature's midsection.

"Alright, look here, Oryx," Ryland said, putting his hands on his hips. "I appreciate the air-blowing and the lead blankets. Truly. But we are a package deal, and we are taken. We are partners. Comrades. Earth-mates. You can't just come in here with your high-density isotopes and try to steal us away to your sulfur vent!"

You bit your lip, trying so hard not to laugh that your ribs ached. Ryland Grace, savior of humanity, was currently picking a fight with an Eridian over who got to keep the humans.

Oryx tilted their body, processing Ryland's outburst. Then, the Eridian let out a sudden, high-pitched chirp.

"A joint territory defense!" Oryx gasped through the translator. "So fierce! So possessive! Your lack of a shell makes your anger look incredibly dramatic. I wish to be part of this collective. I shall be the third stone in your foundation."

Rocky groaned loudly, slapping his carapace with a claw. "Oryx, stop! You are making friends uncomfortable! They do not want to be a foundation! Go back to the pipe factory!"

"Wait," Ryland said, his brain stalling out. "Did they just propose a throuple?"

"I think they did," you laughed, finally breaking down into fistful of giggles. You stood up, walking around Ryland to pat Oryx’s warm, smooth carapace. "We're flattered, Oryx. Really. But human hearts are small, and we can only handle one disaster of a scientist at a time. We have to decline the nest."

Oryx stood perfectly still for a long moment. The organ-hum slowly faded into a quiet, disappointed click.

"The beautiful shapes have spoken," Oryx said mournfully. "I shall respect the boundaries of the fragile ones. But if your partnership crumbles like poor sandstone… think of the fluffy blankets."

With a dramatic, slow-motion turn, Oryx gathered up their radioactive sludge, gave one final, lingering hum in your direction, and shuffled out of the airlock, leaving a faint scent of sulfur and heartbreak in their wake.

The room fell silent. Rocky let out a long, exhausted whistle.

"I am sorry," Rocky said. "Oryx is very good engineer, but a very weird person."

"It's… fine, Rocky," Ryland breathed, rubbing his temples and sinking back into his chair. He looked over at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as you continued to chuckle. "You liked that a little too much."

"Oh, come on," you smiled, walking over and sliding onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Are you honestly jealous of a five-legged space rock?"

Ryland huffed, burying his face in your shoulder, his arms winding tightly around your waist as if to prove a point to the empty doorway. "They offered you a fluffy nest. I can't compete with that kind of real estate."

"You don't have to," you murmured, kissing his cheek. "You're the only squishy alien for me."

can some1 pls request eva stratt x reader x ryland grace plsplsplsplspls 🙏🤧😞

[micheleontrack333]

this is so incredibly entertaining and hilarious!!

[yawnzshit]

glasses are the sluttiest thing a man can wear.

[illbegottenfaith]

theodore nott + mattheo riddle incorrect quotes insp

[hollanov248108]

Hayden Pike, jerking awake at 3am, vividly remembering the time he read one of Lily’s nasty texts over Shane’s shoulder and loudly proclaimed “damn that’s hot bro” and realizing he was actually saying that about Ilya: oh fuck

Ilya, waking up from the best sleep he’s had in weeks: huh, weird

[galecstatic]

it's starting to get blurry here

[micheleontrack333]

my eyes are sweating

[kategivesup]

Ok, here’s something. Ilya coming out as bi to Cliff Marleau by accident, but also not.

So some of the teammates are in a bar or hotel or something and one of them starts being transphobic about seeing a trans person and like “careful who you take home, might get a nasty surprise” blah blah. At first Ilya lets it slide, but then he keeps going and Ilya’s self preservation instinct is overridden by his protective instinct so he starts pushing back. At first it’s a joking tone but then turns antagonistic. Ilya gets serious and explains most trans people would not try to “trick” anyone because they know that people like you would get violent. The guy’s like “people like me? What would you do if you reached into a girl’s pants and found a dick?” He yells “I’d suck it, I don’t give a fuck!” Everyone laughs, that’s Ilya being a troll, he’s a shit stirrer lolol.

Then later, when they’re alone Marleau says “hey, you weren’t really joking back there, were you?” Ilya’s like “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “It’s cool, I’m cool with it. I’d probably do the same thing.”

“Really?”

“Maybe, I dunno. But I’m guessing it’s not hypothetical to you.”

“You didn’t back me up.”

“You had it handled. But, maybe I should have spoken up, too.”

“Is not hypothetical. I love many different kinds of people.”

“Cool. If it ever comes up again, I won’t leave you hanging.”

*nods* *choked up*

[sololangs]

everyday i mourn that my parents did not make me study five languages during my critical window of language acquisition (2 to 7 years)

[mapetitefeedeslilas]

Shane who, before him and Ilya get outed, keeps hearing people, fellow players, his own friends, talk shit about the man he loves and it pains him, so one night he googles "Ilya Rozanov nice person" and ends up in a subreddit where people share stories of celebrities that are surprisingly nice people and the page dedicated if Ilya is full of wholesome stories

hospital personnel from where he used or still visited the paediatric department with the team, parents of patients, even former patients themselves seeing how great, attentive, funny and light-hearted he was

puck bunnies or women he had one night stands with during the years playing for Boston saying he was a phenomenal lover and a consent king, or women that approached him whilst inebriated and whom he gently turned down, bought a bottle of water for and paid for their cabs to get back home safely

neighbours saying he was very polite, people he was nice or helpful to through the years, a mom with a screaming child whose first class seat on a flight to Moscow he gave up so she could have more room for her herself and the baby, a classmate he defended in school, a former teacher saying how smart and talented he was in spite of not having much time to study because he was training a lot, Russian-speakers saying his interviews in his mother tongue are a thing of beauty and incredibly well-spoken, waiters and shop assistants stressing how polite his interactions were

Shane devours these stories with tears in his eyes and a heart about to explode, the tab perpetually open in his phone, incognito mode.

And when someone talks shit about Ilya or when, after their outing, hate starts to be thrown at him even more viciously from the media, he goes back to the tab, just to see that there actually many that agree with him: Ilya, the love of his life, is the most wonderful person