#gray man

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Coltland Gentry AU my beloved (bonus Rocky & Stratt)

[emptyingthespiral]

coltlandgentry brother bullshit

uhh obligatory minor spoiler warning for

Starting this off… the names is funny courtland and ryland both have ‘land’ in it and court and colt are similar.., they’re brother your honor

court is the oldest (by 3-5 years), while colt and ryland are twins (whose older, up to you)

their father. Highest grade dick. One of the most bastardized bastards to ever fucking exist on the plain of earth

(According to the movie) court was 15 when he shot his father, and 8 years later (when he was 23) he got recruited into the sierra program

think it would be funny if court was slighter smaller than colt and ryland (bc in the book he is 5’11” while gosling is 6’)

(This is if the brothers ever united…) courtland has grown detached from his name that he can forget to respond to it when the twins use it, he’s not used to being addressed like that, its always been just a number

Court witnessed a lot of things (ryland graduating college, colts stunt works and even watching movies he stunted for, etc etc) from afar bc he was afraid of them being used as leverage

after Ryland got fired, Colt was right there to support him, lots of movie marathons and myb ice cream as well

Colt has prescriptions contacts instead of glasses, he says he doesnt wanna look nerdy

colt name is colton 🤷

Ryland found out abt Colt’s accident while he was teaching in class, Court found out while he was out of the country on a job

Colt also has chronic pain from the accident

Ryland annoyed (cared for) colt and checked in on him a lot, took at least 3 month off to help him and was couch surfing (which means he was doing sub plans for 3 weeks)

Colt, fucking hated that, he hated the vulnerability and he hated feeling like a burden and taking his brother away from his (shit) paying job

Ryland throws most of his money into his classroom, his students

If colt visits ryland, they always stop at the diner that ryland is a regular at

all of them, chronic coffee drinkers, Ryland is sweet asf, Colt does black (when its brewed, he drinks, heat be damned), Court just drinks whatever’s available, sweet, black, doesnt matter

Ryland at least knows Latin, Colt knows French and probably spanish… Court probably lost count of the languages he knows, picked up a lot working

they are all on the spectrum, one way or another (fucking courland ‘im talked out, lets go gentry’ gentry and those mf with their thumbs up)

colt would prob be bi or smth, aroace ryland (tried at least one relationship) and court forgot that those were a thing (as stated, he got incarcerated when he was 15)… so probably aroace as well

This is all i got for now… :)))))

lemme know if i should post doodles of these fuckos

[artartery]

im not immune to this agenda

[bitchboythepyro]

First Impressions | BloodyMary

Inspired by this post by @glowbeam:

Grace was worried about the stranger. Finding anyone just drifting through space was bad enough, but finding them drifting through space in a shoddily welded, blood soaked submarine with one of their arms detached from their body and hanging from a pipe inside? Yeah, 'bad' was an understatement.

Even just thinking about the amount of blood inside the sub made Grace feel like vomiting. ... Again.

Grace didn't even know how this man was even alive. All he knew is that he wanted the man to stay that way.

He loved Rocky, really, he did. But the chance to have another human to talk to? That was just something he couldn't risk losing.

He approached the bed where the man was laying with various machines hooked up to him.

"You can't just show up at the doorstep of my ship and then die." He murmured, a soft smile on his lips. "That would just be mean."

He reached out to tuck a strand of dark hair behind the man's ear, when suddenly a hand was wrapped around his wrist in a crushing grip.

He jolted in shock and looked down.

The man was awake.

"Uh... H-hey there," Grace said nervously. "Glad to see you're-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence as the man let out an angry yell before launching himself up and off the bed, tackling Grace to the floor.

He wrapped his right, and only, hand around Grace's neck and used it to hold himself up while his lower body pressed itself between his legs, with Grace's calves hooked over his thighs.

"I WON'T GO BACK!" The man screamed, voice raw and gravelly. "I WON'T LET YOU SEND ME BACK DOWN THERE!"

Grace felt his lungs constrict from the sudden lack of air.

This situation felt familiar. Not the dangerous "I'm going to choke to death" part, but the position of their bodies.

He'd been in this position before, but not here. Not on the Hail Mary. No, it had been back on Earth, with someone he trusted and loved very dearly, and who cared about him just as much.

"Come on, Ryland, just like we practiced. First, the cross grip-"

Grace brought his right arm up and grabbed the strangers forearm.

"...step two, lean across the neck-"

He brought his left hand up and over the man's arm, gripping his left shoulder tightly.

"...you know what to do next right?"

Grace did.

He planted his left foot on the man's hip, pivoted his body to the right, and swung his right leg up and across the man's shoulder blades before swinging his left leg up and over the stranger's head, locking his ankles together.

He slid his left hand down from the man's shoulder until he was gripping his forearm with both hands. Then, with a strangled grunt, he used his legs and hips to throw the stranger off of him and onto the ground, trapping his head under the back of his knee and locking the man's only arm between his legs.

With both of his hands gripping the stranger's wrist, and the position he had his arm in in between his legs, Grace could easily snap the man's elbow with a sharp lift of his hips.

Wait. How did he know that?

"You did good, Ryland."

"Thanks, Court. Although, I doubt I'm gonna get strangled at a middle school of all places."

"It's better to know how to do it and never use it, then not know when you need to use it. 'Sides, what kind of big brother would I be if I didn't teach you how to protect yourself?"

"Well, between you teaching me how to throw off an attacker, and Colt teaching me how to fall from tall heights without breaking any bones, I'd say I'm gonna be pretty indestructible."

"Someone has to look out for you, cause it sure isn't going to be yourself."

"Hey!"

Oh, God. Grace had brothers. He remembered now. An older one named Court, and a twin named Colt. How could he have forgotten about them?

The stranger let out a feral growl and it snapped Grace back to the present. He pulled down on the man's arm, pulling it farther back than it was ever supposed to bend. The man made no sound of pain, but he did stop moving.

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but I am prepared to defend myself." Grace said, voice serious. "Now, we can either talk this out like adults, or I can make it so both arms are out of commission."

The man was silent for a few seconds. Then:

"Get. Off. Me."

Grace pulled down on his arm a bit more. The man didn't wince, but he did stiffen.

"Promise that you won't attack me again."

He could practically see the man bristle at his words.

"...Fine."

Slowly, Grace released his hold on the man's arm, and he immediately twisted himself out of Grace's leg-lock and scrambled backward, spine hitting the wall with a painful-sounding thud.

"I'm not going back." The man growled, head tilted down as he glared up at Grace through his messy black hair. "You can't make me!"

"I'm not going to make you do anything." Grace said, standing up and brushing himself off dramatically. "But I am going to ask that you please get back on the bed so I can treat the wound you gave yourself when your IV got ripped out. I'd really prefer it if you didn't bleed out on the floor."

The man looked down to see that his arm was, in fact, bleeding profusely from where the IV used to be inserted.

He looked back up to continue glaring at Grace.

"What the fuck do you care if I bleed out?" He growled.

"I didn't pull you out of a submarine filled to the brim with blood just to watch you die from losing your own!" Grace snapped. "Now, would you please get back on the bed?"

"If this is some kind of fucking trick to get me back in that goddamn sub-"

Grace physically recoiled. "WHAT?! What are you-?! Why on God's green Earth would I ever put you back in that?!"

The man flinched at Grace's outburst.

"I don't know! To get more samples?! More pictures of that- that thing!?"

"What 'thing'?!"

The man stared at him in confusion. Then his confusion gradually shifted to one of understanding.

"You're not with the COI." It's not a question.

"Should I be?!" Grace shrieks.

The stranger stared at him in silence, as if weighing the pros and cons of the answer to that question.

Then, he slowly stood up and shuffled over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

Grace stared in stunned silence, which the man quickly lost his patience for.

"You said you were gonna fix this shit, so do it." He growled, waving his right arm in demonstration.

"Right, yes, sorry!" Grace sputtered, rushing to his side and beginning to wrap his arm with bandages provided by Armando.

"My name is Dr. Ryland Grace, by the way." He said, not looking up from the stranger's arm. "But everyone just calls me Grace."

The man grunted.

"What's your name?"

"You talk too much."

Grace laughed nervously. "I get that a lot."

The two fell into an awkward silence.

Once he finished wrapping the man's arm, Grace re-inserted the IV and stepped back, giving the man some space.

The two stared at each other.

Grace tapped his fingers together nervously.

"Well-"

"You fight good."

"Huh?"

The man looked away, shoulders tense. "I said you fight good. Not many people can beat me in a fight."

It took Grace a few seconds to process the compliment, but when he did, he smiled nervously. "Uh, thanks. I think. You know, to be honest, I didn't even know I was capable of that. But then I remembered how my older brother used to make me spar with him and oh mY GOD I HAVE BROTHERS."

In all the commotion he had completely forgotten (again) about the fact that he had two brothers. God, this amnesia thing sucked.

"Holy moly, I have brothers!" He whispered, fingers beginning to pull at his short blond hair nervously. "Gosh, I hope they weren't too upset that I didn't say goodbye. Well, not like I really had a choice..."

"What are you mumbling about?" The one-armed man asked, his voice filled with caution.

"Nothing. Sorry, just- Just realizing some things about myself is all. Like the fact that apparently I have two brothers."

"You forgot your own brothers?" The man asked, judgement in his tone.

"It's a long story." Grace said with a wave of his hand. "I'll tell you later. Right now, you should try and get some sleep. When you wake up again I'll get you something to eat. In the meantime-"

He opened a panel on the wall and pulled out a bag of water.

"-you can drink this if you're thirsty. Which I imagine you probably are given how long you were asleep."

He held it out to the man who looked between him and the bag like he wasn't sure what to do.

Grace shook the bag a bit, indicating for him to take it.

When the man realized it was for him, he snatched it from Grace's hand in the blink of an eye and clutched it to his chest.

Grace blinked in surprise. Okay. Not the reaction he was expecting, but that was fine.

"If you finish it and want some more, just ask Armando and he'll get you some." Grace said. "Try to get some sleep."

And then he turned and began walking towards the door. Just as he reached it, he heard the man on the bed speak.

"Simon."

"Huh?" The blond asked, dumbfounded, as he turned to face the one-armed man.

"My name. It's Simon."

Grace stared for a few seconds before smiling gently.

"It's nice to meet you, Simon. Get some rest. We'll talk more later."

Then he opened the door.

And found Rocky on the other side.

"New human awake now, question?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

I used this moment in this self-defense video as a reference when I was writing Grace fighting back.

@fallenraccoon-blog

[derangedpumpkinbubbles]

Ryland: “Y’know, it bothers me sometimes that Court will just go MIA for weeks at a time without telling us how he’s doing.”

Colt: “Yeah, man. C’mon Court! Give us a life update, what’s the scoop?”

Court: “I’m currently being hunted by the government.”

Ryland: “What”

Court: “And I have a child”

Colt: “WHAT”

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my Coltlandgentry headcannons

(Courtland is the oldest, Ryland and Colt are twins) (I haven’t watched the gray man, so my courtland will be extremely off I apologise in advance)

Colt hated when people realised he was a twin when he was young. It never really bothered Ryland but Colt always got ticked off because he was his own person, dammnit, and he hated people thinking he was Ryland because they pitied him.

Court would mix them up on purpose after particularly rough nights with their dad to get Colt annoyed, which would in turn make Ryland laugh.

Ryland was always the middle ground between the two even though he was the youngest. He was the most sensible one, and on more than one occasion had to stop Colt & Court from settling the stupidest arguments with wrestling matches. (Colt was always overconfident, Court knew he’d get an easy win) 

Colt finds that poem about the spider ('To be small' or something like that please tell me you know what I'm talking about) and sends it to Ryland, who proceeds to cry about it for days. He nearly throws up and has to step outside when his class dissects frogs for an assignment. (is that what happens in american schools i don't know I've seen it in movies)

Colt visits Court in jail a couple times, but Court refuses to see him every single time. Ryland is the one who manages to convince Colt to just give up. After Court ‘dies’ in jail, they have the nastiest argument about it, horrible to the point that neither of them speak to the other for months. Colt blames Ryland, Ryland blames himself. This is the only time they ever argue about it, and the last time they mention Court.

Court doesn't reach out until the Hail Mary launch. He only decides to do it because now that Ryland’s face was everywhere, what if someone put 2 and 2 together, and found Colt too? What if someone mistakened Colt for Sierra Six?

 He blames himself for not being in touch because maybe if he’d known, he could’ve stopped it. It’s too late now of course, but in his head, he somehow gets to the conclusion to thank Ryland. Because if it wasn’t for him being sent off to die, he would’ve never spoken to Colt again.

He waits outside Colts apartment and doesn’t say a word. Colt doesn’t recognize him at first, and when he does, he’s punching him square across the jaw. How could he not have reached out? After Colt’s accident, after Ryland had publicly lost it and been kicked out of academia? Colt is blurting it out before he realises it, 'You were better off dead'. (‘23’ by Noah Kahan does anyone see the vision?)

Matter of fact, all 3 of them are soo ‘Willing and Able’ by Noah Kahan. Immediately after the aforementioned punch to the face, Colt starts crying. Courtland pulls him into an awkward hug. This is the first time Ryland isn't around to fix their problems.

[human2106]

Consider this:

Court is the immovable object, Colt the unstoppable force, and Ryland bottles them up and lets them clash.

Engineer, Pilot and Scientist.

(Did you see Court fashioning that bomb out of shoelaces and gum in that well? Did you see Colt fly those cars? Did you see Ryland poking that first-ever-human-extraterrestrial-contact astrophage to death with a stick?)

Make of this what you will.