when you are making and reading posts about dire predictions for quality of life, do not forget about reservations.
we already have issues accessing clean water. we already experience devastation from climate change. we are already going missing for our race. we are already being murdered for our culture.
it will only get worse.
it’s possible to live through. every single person indigenous to north america has a chance to live through this. i’m not trying to fear monger; i’m trying to remind you.
please do not forget about us when you assure people that “everything will be okay; people are living under far worse circumstances in other countries”.
people are living under far worse circumstances here. and it can get worse. and it will get worse. and we need you to remember that we’re here when it happens.
they don’t warn you about it but if you love your own company enough to be content by yourself and you’ve got some standards for who you’d date, you’ll spend a lot of time single and nobody will really get why you’re doing that because surely you want to come home and hang out with craig, right? right????? don’t you want to hang out with craig?
Stratt genuinely deserves so much more recognition than she gets. She's a scapegoat, she's a villain, she's a hero in all definitions of the word and I'm giving her all my money. Lets ignore how funky the Hail Mary looks. It's my first time drawing it..
Debated calling this piece An Unwilling Patron Saint but idkk......
I love that Stratt's line about Grace having no immediate family has now inspired the Ryan Gosling Cinematic Universe (rgcu). It started with Colt as Ry's twin, then added Six as their older brother, and then Driver was thrown in as another brother, and then Holland March as the uncle, Lars as a cousin. The family just keeps growing. And the funny thing is even if this was all canon, even if Ryland had this entire big family, Eva still would send him up in the Hail Mary.
Reader who sang to Simon while he was comatose after being rescued because they didn’t know what else to do while they made sure all his doing okay. Only for Simon to mention later on after waking up that he swore he was dead while in his coma because he heard “angels singing”
I would like to issue a formal apology to all the Ryan Gosling fans for saying “Idk I didn’t used to find him hot before Ryland Grace and his slutty little glasses happened.”
I just watched The Fall Guy and The Grey Man and yeah nvm he’s been hot I just wasn’t tuned in. Thank you Coltland twins AU for making me realize this grave mistake
I do think, for the Eridians monitoring the biodome, that Grace is the equivalent to the Devil's Hole Pupfish. This life form is constantly trying to die, it lives in an absurdly specific set of temps, pressures, and radiation conditons that are so inhospitable to life as you know it, as to to be comical.
It takes up an abusrd amount of land to keep healthy, to the point that you have to cordon off acres of land around the habitat to make sure nothing goes wrong.
As far as you know this could be only living specimen left alive, it is critically endangered. It lives for such a short amount of time too.
But like, come on, hes just a little guy.
Anytime a single eridian suggests that maybe the human doesnt need that many resources allocated towards its survival, those scientists thrum to create another facility that costs 12 billion dollars to build so that they can manufacture vanilla flavor for his nutrient shakes.
He's their little guy. Their weird, wet, unique, biologically inefficient guy.
Grace asp telling Rocky that he used to sleep under/stay up all night watching the stars.
Rocky losing decades of stress and tension when he realizes Grace has been watching over his sleep the whole time, that all of earth has.
Humans have been watching the stars since the dawn of their species, it’s a part of who we are. Not a single Eridian has ever slept without a human, somewhere far away, keeping watch.
I will never forgive Project Hail Mary for indoctrinating me into the cult of finding Ryan Gosling attractive. All my life I heard the word of how hot and desirable Ryan Gosling is. All my life I didn’t see it, denied it. All my life I had the assurance I was not prey to mass delusion. There just, wasn’t anything remarkable there. And then they just fucking throw some glasses and cardigans on this man and make him sad and cowardly and I fold. All I think about now is Ryan Gosling bouncing and crying on it. It being? Whatever have you. A rock dildo. Markiplier. Any penile like object this pathetic little man is in the vicinity of. I should be killed.
hi!! I just read all of your Ryland Grace fics (guess who rewatched project hail mary tonight lmao) and to put it simply I am fucking INSANE for him being all smart and technical during sex 😭
so if you're interested and have time, I'd love to see some more writing of Ryland being a smartass during sex 🤧 ty!!
I am not a scientist so most of this was from google (WITHOUT ai, thank you very much lmao). Ryland Grace x gn!reader. 18+. Dom!Ryland, teasing, he's a smartass who likes to show off.
"How fast do you think we're going?"
It's purred into your ear, and you know you can't fight back because he's so deep inside you and it's so good. You're just going to have to lie here and suffer through this.
"Grace..." you say, trying to make your voice a low warning. It doesn't really come out that way though, because he moves his hips in just such a way that his tip hits the perfect spot. Ryland pulls back a little so that he's able to grin down at you, sweat-slicked and pleasure-hooked, and you know you're trapped as his goddamn student for as long as he's thrusting into you.
"No, go on. How fast?"
He pulls out until only his cockhead is still inside you. You wriggle a bit, attempting to chase the rest of his length, but the man is made of muscle and doesn't move. He raises his eyebrow and tilts his head, waiting for you to play along.
"I don't know! If the speed of light is... oh god..." he slides another inch in to show you that you're doing well, "three hundred million metres a second..."
"Not quite. It's two hundred and ninety-nine million, seven hundred and ninety-two thousand, four hundred and fifty eight metres per second..." with every corrected digit he thrusts forwards a little further into you, making his cock feel fucking miles long and driving you crazy, "... but who's counting?"
You shoot him with an unimpressed look, but then he pushes all the way inside and you can feel his sac slap you, and all you can do is moan.
"So now you know that number, how fast are we going? I'll give you a clue, we're travelling ninety-nine pointy five percent the speed of light."
It's not fair how he doesn't even look bothered as he's lecturing you, as if the way he's making your body feel on fire is barely of interest to him. You squirm beneath him as he makes tiny little movements of his hips, teasing you where you need him most.
"Oh god... okay n-niiii-iii-ehhh...." -- fuck, he's so deep -- "ninety-nine...point five... oh fuck... Ry, I can't do it...!"
"No?" it's a little condescending. You can feel tears of need burn in your eyes as he teases you.
"It feels too good... can't do maths while you're in me..."
"If you need help, raise your hand."
Any other day, you'd slap him for being such a smartass. But you're so close to coming that you do it anyway, your trembling hand reaching above your head.
"Please, Doctor Grace, can you help me?" you manage, and that does it for him. The use of his title as your body is totally beneath his control has his head falling forwards against your shoulder and fucking into you so hard that the two of you scoot up the Mary's bunk. Your walls contract around him as you release, beckoning his own soon after, and the two of you take a moment to breathe in tandem as the world comes back to you.
You tap on Ryland's back. He pulls back to look at you, glasses foggy and hair sex-messed, only to find your brow furrowed as your mouth moves.
"Two-hundred and eighty-four million, eight hundred and two thousand, eight hundred thirty-five metres a second. Rounded down. That's how fast we're going, I think."
It takes him a fraction of a second to check your working once he's realised you're using his back as an abacus, and he grins.
"A-plus," he hums, and kisses you.
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