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Ryland looked down at his clipboard, where he had written a reasonable script, supplied earlier that day by Adrian. Unfortunately, the moment his eyes landed on the words, his brain supplied only terrible ways to say them.
He chose the worst one.
“I need flowers with prominent reproductive structures.”
The man went completely still.
Ryland could feel his soul attempting to leave his body.
“For a plant anatomy lab,” he added quickly. “For my students. Middle school students. Not–” He cut himself off, because there was simply no end to that sentence that would improve his situation. Instead, he just weakly smiled, and added “Science.”
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Ryland Grace is brilliant with biology, awkward with adults, and far too invested in giving his students the lessons they deserve. Simon Fleischer is a guarded florist who trusts plants more than people and has no interest in being needed by anyone again. But when a forgotten school lab brings Ryland into Root & Thorn, their lives begin to tangle in quiet, unexpected ways – through flowers, roots, and the terrifying possibility of being cared for properly.
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18 Aug 2026
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you have to try (monkey dances in anansi’s new suit) by sunflower_J
Fandoms: Project Hail Mary (2026), Project Hail Mary - Andy Weir, Iron Lung (2026), Iron Lung (Video Game)
23 Jul 2026
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In 1949, we sent the first primate to space.
A little rhesus monkey. The scientists forced him into the rocket.
He died upon impact with the ground. But, first, far from home, a monkey touched the stars.
Far from home, a child of Earth was spat out. Here, he is resurrected, emerged into a new world.
Monkey... something has followed you.
(Three years in to the journey to Erid, there is something so bright and big in the Hail Mary’s path that it triggers an automatic shutdown of their engines.
When they stop, there is nothing bright there. In the center of where this anomaly would have been, there is a submarine. An improbable submarine, and the even more improbable person inside of it. He is far from home, praying for safety in his dreams, where he floats in the water of kind oceans and hears his mother spin bedtime stories. He wants, with all his being, to be saved.
Someone is listening. Someone is re-writing his story.
Someone gives him Grace.)