The “secret third thing” about strattland is that they invented a form of pet play dynamic that’s completely platonic
“he’s her friend.”
“he’s her lover.”
WRONG
he’s her dog.
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The “secret third thing” about strattland is that they invented a form of pet play dynamic that’s completely platonic
“he’s her friend.”
“he’s her lover.”
WRONG
he’s her dog.
i can’t even put to words how important grace’s and stratt’s WEIRD and FUCKED UP and STRANGE and UNUSUAL relationship means to me
i like the idea of Eva having all the astronauts non-vital organs removed before they leave and listen my au olesya would be CELEBRATING cause she tried to get a hysterectomy in her 20s and NO ONE LET HER and now this woman comes and says ill send you to space to die but you get your uterus removed and olesya goes YES THANK YOU GOD
i wasn't supposed to die alone.
olesya adrian save stars (<more of this au!)
guess who!!!!!!
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Headcannon that the newspapers and media had a hard time of finding photos and info about Grace to put in their columns.
They search high and low for a sign of the mysterious man who was at Stratt's side for so long. They didn't focus on him back then, the paparazzi somehow failed to capture him properly whenever they got close enough to badger Stratt. Just another lackey, they all assumed.
He was never one for photos, he'd bat away Ilyukhina when she called him for a group shot. He'd make some joke about how he always looked awful in them, that his smile wasn't quite right, and she eventually gave up trying to convince him. Only a few shots remain, ones she snagged when he wasn't looking. Sleeping at his desk with a stack of coffee cups piled beside him, eating a packet of sour skittles with a look of pure bliss, working on a report with his tongue stuck out and a pen behind his ear, hair rumpled. Half forgotten memories.
The media is tearing itself apart looking for a sign. They find his disproved scientific paper, but after that he seems to drop off the map. No family, no known friends. Who was this man?
Then people come forward, finally. Not scientists, not relations, but parents. People who sat across the table from him at parents evenings, people who trusted him with their children, perhaps the highest form of trust. They have photos from sports days and school plays and barbecues, and more importantly, they have stories. He was an amazing teacher, a good colleague, a kind man. He was patient and clever and inquisitive.
The world knows Ryland Grace as a saviour first, but a teacher second.
So, what are you gonna do for the next 20 years?
i don't ship strattland, but as someone who is simultaneously in awe of, in love with, and deeply attracted to eva stratt, the woman of all time, i really can't blame anyone who chooses to use phm's POV character as a way to imagine getting to kiss her. (or anything. literally anything. even just watch her with hearteyes from afar as she saves the world. god. im so normal im so normal im fine)
thinking about ryland finding his ways to explain colors to rocky. talking about how they make him feel, what the shades are like to him, what he thinks about each one. painting the whole universe for him. rocky can't see color but he's the first eridian to see color.
Look at my scientists dawg I’m gonna die on mars…
The thing about Project Hail Mary is that Stratt and Grace are ‘there was love. It didn’t change anything’ and Grace and Rocky are ‘There was love. It changed everything.’
stratt: quit slacking off, you know the devil makes work for idle hands
grace: stratt stop referring to yourself in the third person
one day, after the engineers and scientists and whoever else they’ve got on the vat have been pissed off and been given more work then they know how to complete in the timeframe, grace asks:
“are you ever sorry?”
“sometimes.” stratt replies.
she is sorry she needed him for the project,
she is sorry he tested positive for the coma gene,
she is sorry she has to force him onto the mary,
she is sorry he woke up alone,
she is sorry he was the closest person to her in a long time, and she had to send him away,
but she is not sorry for sending him, because it was the only right decision, for all humankind.
I bet the moment they all get off the vat back onto dry land and Carl comes back into the picture Grace's face just LIGHTS up so much at seeing his friend again and before he can even greet him Carl just pulls out a packet of sour skittles from his pocket with a knowing smile and waves them at him like he's enticing a puppy towards him with a treat.
project hail mary and the martian are perfect foils of each other.
the martian is the story of one man stranded on mars with barely enough food and supplies to last him a calendar month, let alone the 14 that it inevitably takes to bring him home.
mark watney's rescue means millions of dollars in unplanned expenditures, cooperation between multiple nations that frankly have no stake in the life of one american astronaut, and risking the lives of 5 of his crew members. it is a story that makes you tackle the fundamental question of: "how much is one human life worth?"
the answer, the book (and its equally well-executed movie adaptation) offers, is everything.
they could have simply called it a day and told him that it was untenable, that they cannot possibly be asked to risk the lives of the rest of the ares iii crew. but they did not. they did not, because they deemed that no cost was too high if it meant that there was even a snowball's chance in hell that they could bring that one man home.
project hail mary, on the other hand, is a complete 180.
here, the fate of an entire planet's survival rests upon the shoulders of one rather unremarkable man. ryland grace is a middle school science teacher, whose only claim to fame is a controversial research paper. it is a story that forces you to confront the question: "how much do you personally owe humanity when its fate hangs in the balance?"
once again, the answer is everything.
ryland is not the brightest person on the planet, nor is he the bravest. he doesn't choose to be involved in saving earth, and he certainly doesn't choose to be sent on a suicide mission away from it. in project hail mary, one man has no choice but to shoulder this burden for the sake of humanity. and, it turns out, he's not the only one carrying this responsibility.
somehow, both books provide the same answer and message, only in somewhat different ways. they both serve to convey that life, no matter the scale, is worth preserving.
that when it comes to one man stranded 140 million miles away, no cost is too high, no risk too big, because his life matters. he matters. and he matters not just because he volunteered to go up there, or because it wasn't his fault, or because they know he's out there. he matters because he exists, and that is more than enough to do everything possible to bring him back.
or that no personal cost is too high to pay if you are the one person that can actually save humanity. the people may be faceless, nameless crowds to you, but their lives are worth saving simply because they exist. they exist, and that is plenty reason to doom yourself to certain death if it means that there is even a single chance in hell that you will save them. you don't have to be talented, or remarkable, or necessary to matter.
you exist, and that is enough for you to matter.
I love the idea that Mark of "Rocky hates Mark" fame is Mark Watney because Mark Watney would be distraught to learn that there is intelligent alien life out there... but the first one we made contact with hates him, specifically.