The thing with Trinity is that sheâs a great example of how being a nice person and being a good person are not the same. Iâd much rather have a good person.
to me, the cruelest thing that eva stratt does is not the kidnappig itself. it's that she tells grace that he does not even have a dog. dr ryland grace, a man who dedicated his life to the greater good, first to science and then to teaching, does indeed not have a dog. and because of this, he has to spend his last precious moments on his home planet with the full knowledge that while he might be smart enough to save the world, he is not loved enough by anyone on it to be worth saving
another phm book thing it would've been so funny to see in the film is stratt trying to brute-force her way into a new zealand max-security prison and getting pissed that she has to have a pat-down first bc that's slowing down her world-saving mission, making grace have a very teachery moment of "uh uh! you can't always use 'i'm saving the world' as an excuse to be a jerk!" to which functional world dictator stratt actually admits "yeah ok you might have a point" (and then recruits an embezzler convicted of manslaughter to pave the sahara desert into an astrophage breeder farm bc this book is fucking wild) i can't stress enough that NOBODY is doing it like these two. dynamic of all time
do you guys think that when Stratt was going through the vlogs she got to the âso I met an alienâ part and was like âshit he went crazyâ only to see Rocky roll on screen like 3 videos later
Eva Stratt who is the most powerful woman in the world and has a powerpoint ready the second she needs to explain project hail mary. and the title page is "what is project hail mary". exactly like you would do for a classroom presentation. no one is doing it like her
and Ryland Grace. a middle school teacher. is taking notes like this is a classroom.
imagine that carl and grace publish their paper on how to breed astrophages, of course grace put carl's name as first, of course they had a quick party to celebrate, and bc of this, of course there are pics of grace and carl being stupid together. now imagine carl looking back on these pictures, reminising on what was, how much stupid fun they had together, and how innocent they both had been. now imagine carl sitting alone in his room looking at these pictures after he just dragged a crying and screaming grace off the field and sent him on a suicide mission. omg i love this movie/book it makes me sick
[Video description: Gritty is turning the crank on a flagpole to raise the Progress Pride Flag. He gesticulates angrily that the flag is not blowing in the wind, then gestures offscreen. The flag begins blowing. As Gritty begins raising the flag more, the camera pans out to show a man in a suit and sunglasses, looking like a stern Secret Service agent, is holding a leafblower that points at the flag. End description.]
does anyone ever think about the scene where Grace and Rocky are celebrating and Rocky has that "savior of the universe" hat while Grace just has a regular birthday hat. he's out there casually giving away credit for his role in saving 2 planets in a probably unconscious way in a setting where nobody can even see it. maybe i'm reading too much into it but that guy needs to get put in the Eridian equivalent of therapy asap
To the person who pointed out the different lighting throughout Grace explaining the taumoeba to Rockyâs comatose body implying heâd done it over and over and over count your fucking days because that shit HAUNTED me during this rewatch
"The sex tells the story, so it never felt gratuitous to me. The sex is character development. The sex is what is moving this relationship forward, and watching it change over time."
ⶠyou make garrett believe he forgot about date night.
002. WARNINGS !
ⶠgarrett calls you âhoneyâ. another old tiktok trend.
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Garrett was staying at your dorm after a long day of hockey practice.
It was one of your favourite routines. Heâd show up exhausted, his hair still slightly damp from a post-practice shower, and immediately collapse onto your bed beside you. The two of you would curl up together, pick a movie, and inevitably end up falling asleep halfway through it. Between your classes and his practices, you were usually both too tired to make it to the credits.
But today, you had a different idea.
Today, you had let boredom take the reins and found yourself influenced by a viral trend.
Your boyfriend was one of the most attentive men on the planet. In fact, youâd go as far as to say he was the most attentive. Which meant him forgetting about date night was simply impossible.
If Garrett made a commitment to you, he followed through. Every single time.
Sometimes, it was honestly a little annoying how attentive he could be, because he remembered everything.
The day you first kissed. The first time you said âI love youâ. Even the exact moment you stole one of his hoodies and never gave it back.
You werenât sure if he kept some secret list hidden somewhere or if an entire section of his brain had simply been taken over by thoughts of you, but one thing was certain: if there was a date night planned, Garrett Graham would remember it.
Which was exactly why it would be so funny to convince him heâd forgotten one.
You could already picture the confusion and disbelief on his face. The way heâd rack his brain trying to figure out how he could have possibly let something like that slip his mind.
A few minutes later, a knock sounded at your door.
You quickly adjusted the black dress you were wearingâfar too formal for the quiet movie night youâd originally planned with Garrettâand crossed the room to answer it.
The second you opened the door, a smile tugged at your lips.
Your boyfriend stood there, bag slung over one shoulder, looking unfairly handsome for someone who had just spent hours getting checked into boards by grown men.
Almost immediately, his brows drew together as his gaze swept over your dress. But before he could ask any questions, you rose onto your toes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
The effect was immediate.
His bag slipped from his shoulder and hit the floor with a dull thud as one hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer. He kissed you back without hesitation, already melting into the familiar greeting.
When you finally pulled away, you tilted your head.
âIs that what youâre wearing?â
Garrett blinked, then he looked down at himself. Gray sweatpants and a black hoodie. Standard post-practice attire.
âUh... yeah?â He said slowly. âWhy?â
You arranged your features into the best combination of confusion and disappointment you could manage. âDid you forget?â
His frown deepened as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him and shrugging off his hoodie. Beneath it was the black compression shirt he always wore after practice.
A criminal piece of clothing, in your humble opinion.
The fabric stretched across his shoulders and arms far too well, making it significantly harder to stay focused on your prank. For a brief moment, you considered abandoning the whole thing altogether in favour of admiring your boyfriend.
Unfortunately for Garrett, you were committed to the bit.
âForget what, honey?â
His eyes drifted around your dorm room, taking in details automatically. From the makeup bag spread across your vanity, to the leather jacket draped over your desk chair that looked suspiciously similar to the one currently missing from his closet.
Then his attention returned to you.
âOur date?â You said, tilting your head as if he was the one being ridiculous. Which was especially unfair considering you had invented this entire situation purely for your own entertainment.
You watched him go completely still for a second.Â
Then, very slowly, he repeated, â...Our date?â
âYeah.â You smiled brightly. âIâm really excited. You picked a good spot.â
âI did?â
The uncertainty in his voice nearly made you break. He bent down to grab his phone from his bag before sitting on the edge of your bed.
âYeah,â you said casually, settling onto your desk chair in front of your makeshift vanity. âYou didnât really forget, did you?â
âNo. No...â He shook his head, already scrolling through his phone. âJust checking our reservation.â
You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.
âIâm so glad you picked that restaurant. We havenât been there in forever, and their food is amazing.â
Continuing your performance, you grabbed your mascara and began applying it as if this conversation were completely normal.
Across the room, Garrett was staring at his phone with the concentration of a man trying to defuse a bomb.
âWhat did youâŠâ He lowered the phone and cleared his throat. âWhat did you order last time?â
âWe ordered a bunch of things to share, remember?â
He hummed, the sound coming out noticeably higher-pitched than usual.
To be fair, it wasnât an incredibly descriptive answer. Garrettâs appetite was enormous thanks to hockey, and you could never decide what looked best on a menu. Most date nights ended with the two of you ordering half the restaurant and splitting everything between yourselves.
Still, you could practically see him filing the information away, desperately trying to determine whether this was a real memory heâd somehow lost or one you were creating in real time.Â
âYouâve been looking forward to this for a while, huh?â
âMhm.â
His eyes narrowed slightly.
âDo you remember the last time we went?â
âNot really, no.â You unscrewed your lip gloss and began applying it. âBut itâs been a while.â
âHuh.â A few seconds passed, then he asked, âAnd I canât wear what Iâm wearing right now?â
âGarrett, you planned this date.â You turned in your chair to look at him. âYou specifically told me to dress semi-formal.â
âYeah, obviously. I know.â The immediate response was reassuring, but the lingering frown wasnât. âJust checking,â he added quickly. âKeeping you on your toes and all that.â
You stared at him and he stared right back, attempting what was perhaps the worst act of confidence you'd ever seen.
âSureâŠâ you said slowly, fighting to keep a laugh from escaping.
Garrett nodded once, as if heâd successfully recovered the situation, immediately grabbing his phone again. Apparently, whatever fictional reservation he was searching for had yet to reveal itself.
âAre you excited?â You asked innocently. âBecause from where Iâm sitting, you donât exactly look excited for our date night.â
His head snapped up.Â
âWhat? Iâm so excited.â
Before you could respond, he pushed himself off the bed and crossed the room, coming to stand behind your chair.
âHoney,â he said, resting his hands on your shoulders, âThis is going to be the best date of your life.â
âReally?â
âYeah, really.â The answer came in the most âduhâ tone imaginable.
As if the very suggestion that he wouldn't be excited to take you on a date was completely absurd. As if he hadnât spent the last ten minutes conducting a full-scale investigation into a restaurant that didn't exist.
You bit the inside of your cheek.
At that point, you decided it was probably best to abandon the prank before things escalated any further. Because now Garrett Graham had something to prove.
And knowing your boyfriend, that was a dangerous thing.
Another five minutes and heâd probably be making dinner reservations, buying flowers, and somehow chartering a helicopter just to demonstrate that he was, in fact, capable of pulling off the best date night of your life on a moment's notice.
âIt's justâŠâ You rose from your chair and turned to face him, leaving only a few inches between you. Tilting your head back, you met his gaze. âHow can you be excited for a date that doesn't exist?â
For a second, Garrett simply stared at you, and then you watched the realization hit in real time. Confusion flashed across his face first, followed quickly by suspicion, before finally settling into understanding as all the pieces clicked into place and he realized exactly what youâd been doing.
His eyes narrowed at the burst of laughter that spilled from your lips.
âBaby, thereâs no date,â you admitted, burying your face against his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. Looking up at him, you were immediately met with the most offended expression youâd ever seen on your boyfriend.
His mouth opened, then closed again as he searched for a response. For a moment, it looked like he was about to launch into an argument, but instead he simply shook his head, pulled you closer, and wrapped his arms around you.
âThere can be, though.â
Another laugh escaped you.
âItâs okay. It was just a prank.â
âYeah, but youâre already dressed up for that fake date, soâŠâ
âSo?â You prompted.
âIâm taking you out.â
You blinked. âOh, really?â
âYup.âÂ
The answer came without a second of hesitation. Still holding onto you with one arm, he reached over and grabbed the leather jacket hanging from your chair, along with his bag.
âLetâs go,â he said matter-of-factly. âWeâll stop by my place so I can change, and then we can go to that place youâve been wanting to try.â
You huffed out a laugh.
âThere is no place, Garrett.â
âThen make one up.â He slung his bag over his shoulder and pointed at you. âYouâre the one who invented an entire date night. Surely you can invent a restaurant, too.â
You laughed again as he reached for your hand.
Somehow, despite being the one whoâd gotten pranked, your boyfriend had still found a way to turn it into an actual date.
Which, admittedly, was a very Garrett Graham thing to do.
NOTE : listened to âgirlsâ by kid laroi basically on loop while writing this. also, tell me if these tiktok trend pranks are something you guys like and want to see more of! (and tell me which pranks youâd like to readâŠ). letâs wake up the garrett graham is the boyfriendest boyfriend agenda.
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