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Hello my rootlings I have not abandoned my works, I am just gravely ill with the public transit / university combo virus (and I have two exams this week)
I WILL COME BACK TO LIFE!! hopefully by the end of this week.. I have many things to finish writing
abt to see project hail mary for the first time … no im not a larper, I’ve just been writing book Ryland 😭😭😭😭😭
is this going to change my life
Movie theatre was evacuated because of a fire before it even started LMAOOO
But I did see it and my only complaint is that there were no me-burgers, and the weird coma gene thing was essentially non existent BUT BESIDES THAT
abt to see project hail mary for the first time … no im not a larper, I’ve just been writing book Ryland 😭😭😭😭😭
is this going to change my life
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Hi!
You can call me Roots (she/her/hers)
I am 21 years young and a college student
I fucking love monkeys and all things primate-related
I have been on tumblr since I was 10 years old! Help!
I love to chat!!! feel free to send asks or msgs if you want to be mutuals
My interests fluctuate RAPIDLY so while I may write for one fandom one month, the next month I am moving on to greener pastures
I do return to fandoms frequently ^ I am a jack of all trades
My big big big fav fandoms are:
transformers!!!!! prime and IDW
any and everything Ryan Gosling
jojo's bizarre adventure
star wars
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I've been trying to finish drafting part two of Baby Blue and for the sake of it not being INCREDIBLY LONG I think it's going to be put into 2 parts.
navigating the actual side effects and symptoms of pregnancy on Erid (the different weeks: the weird accommodations they make for you)
and
2. post-birth, the milestones of your child (things like babbling, sitting up, walking, smiling etc.)
If any of you would rather it all be one big 2nd part so you don't have to wait up for the 3rd, feel free to comment/msg
ALSO! if anyone has any ideas for baby names??? lmk... I haven't decided the gender yet. I feel like the name Mary is too on the nose...
why am I 10k words into this oneshot and somehow only half done with it.
writing a lars lindstrom oneshot rn instead of studying for my quiz tomorrow morning #imaboss

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Da mi basia mille (Give me a thousand kisses)
Chapter 2 - Cannonball
Pairing: Ryland Grace x Reader 4.8k words
The first week of your new job! Things are still a little...new, but life is starting to look up. You share a socially awkward lunch with the science teacher across the hall, and meet a few particularly interesting students.
A/N: when I said slow burn I meant it. These two are going to be so damn awkward before it gets good. BUT IT WILL GET GOOD! as always, any errors in accenting is due to my beef with google docs. not beta read, so I may go over errors later. Love ya!
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I have four google docs open and they are all separate ryan gosling characters #newmuse
Ryland Grace Domestic Headcanons.
I'm just going to uncermoniously dump these on you and vanish back to my hole.
Ryland attempts organization. He really, really tries. There are labeled containers, a whiteboard schedule ( that sometimes goes weeks without being updated ), even color-coded markers for it and somehow, everything still devolves into mild chaos. *⁀➷The only difference now is that you’re a part of the ecosystem he’s created, and he’ll find himself calling out, “Hey, do you remember where I put the---” And you’re already there, holding the pair of scissors he was searching for because you’ve learned how his brain works.
Definitely has a habit of narrating what he’s doing under his breath, and it isn’t even purpose. It was interesting to notice when you first moved in together, but it became a part of the usual routine. *⁀➷You’ll be sitting in the same room, just listening to him, occasionally chiming in like you’re the co-host of a very important science podcast he started. “So, if I move this here, no that looks dumb and messes with the aesthetics of the living room.” “Put it on the table next to the TV.” Ryland blinks, looking down at the potted plant in his hands before looking over at you, draped on the couch and reading a book. He narrows his eyes on the plant for a second before placing it down where you suggested. “Yeah, that’s good. Good, looks good.” “You’re welcome.”
He’s a thief and will steal your clothes. Not in a dramatic way, or to be intentional but it’s more absentmindedly. Your oversized hoodie? It’s suddenly his and he’s left it at work one too many days that it’s officially become his ‘work hoodie’. *⁀➷Your socks? They’re ‘functionally identical’ to his own so why not just share on the mornings he can’t find a matching pair of his own? Despite yours being ankle and his being mid-crew to crew. You do point it out in a playful way and he’ll freeze digging around in your dresser drawer like he’s been caught committing a serious crime. “You moved in with me, thus, by powers of proxy, what’s yours is now mine.” “Put the socks back, I’ll find you a pair of your own---" “I… HI-YA!” He is throwing a pair of balled socks at you and running out of the bedroom in hopes you don’t catch him. *⁀➷Has used your bag one or twice when he ‘mis-placed’ his own. ( He just likes the extra pockets yours has, but won’t admit it. )
Ryland loves it when you play with his hair. It’s a sure-fire way to get him to stop overthinking and to just relax. You’ll be playing with it, with his head in your lap while watching a late night movie on Friday. The movie isn’t even important anymore, his eyes are falling shut as you tuck your fingers along his scalp to the tips of his blonde hair. *⁀➷Will fall asleep like that, no hesitation. He’s missed out on many movie endings as a result. But, that’s okay. Ryland will still listen to you chat about it in bed afterwards and nod along and pretend that he knew how it ended just because it was cute to listen and watch you figure out the ‘hidden plot details’ you were convinced existed. Once you’re asleep next to him, he is 100% Googling the plot to see what happened.
Definitely the type of guy who gets way too invested in the small domestic victories. Fixing a squeaky cabinet without the use of WD-40? He expects a kiss from you, and usually gets one. Adjusting the leaky faucet? He’s showing you what was wrong, holding up the worn O-ring that needed to be replaced before going into intense detail of how he fixed it. *⁀➷Successfully folding a fitted sheet after you showed him over and over again how to get it done? He calls you over to witness it like it’s the most historic event to ever happen. “Look, LOOK!!!! I did it!” He’s holding the folded sheet in his hands and almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. “This is peak Human achievement.” You giggle as you take the sheet from him to place in the closet. “Good job, baby.” Ryland follows you to the closet and almost gets you cornered, his mouth on yours before you even have a chance to put the sheet away and it’s dropped on the ground.
Certified clinger, but the funny part is that Ryland’s not even aware of it. You’ll be doing something and suddenly. He’s just. There. Leaning on you, or standing way too close. Or your personal favorite. Resting his chin on your shoulder without saying anything. *⁀➷Usually prime time for that is when you’re making dinner. The small speaker is playing a soft tune that you’re humming along to, stirring the pasta sauce that had been reducing for the last hour. You’re zoning out until you feel the pair of long arms snake their way around your waist, and within moments, he’s got himself almost flush against you, his chin on your shoulder as he’s looking down at what you’re making. Nothing said for a few minutes, his hot breath against your neck as he tilted his head to place a small kiss on your jugular. “Hm… there a reason you’re clinging to me?” You feel a minor shift in him as he tightens his hold. “I’m not… clingy. I’m just… nearby.” A small smile hits your lips as you turn your head enough to look at him. “You’re holding me like I owe you money.” “Doesn’t mean I’m clingy.” His blue eyes glance at your hands, “Just… Observing your very… accurate stirring pattern.”
Ryland does try to cook. Specifically if you’re not feeling great or if you’re just too tired and suggest takeout instead. He does have a tendency to overcomplicate things and the simplest of recipes from Pinterest become a bit of an experiment in the kitchen. *⁀➷Measurements become approximations, just feelings of how you would like the food as opposed to how the recipe goes. The end result is… Hit or miss. But the effort as he sets down the bowl of chicken noodle soup for you is always ridiculously sincere. Ryland even garnishes the top with a bit of green. Just to make it ‘next-level’. *⁀➷Burnt cookies. The recipe says 15 minutes, but every oven is different and the variable of the heating element calls for it to be baked for approximately 3 minutes longer. They come out as hockey pucks. You still eat them anyway and Ryland is watching with intense sympathy, “You don’t have to, you know. They’re pretty uh---” You smile slightly at him, crunching the cookie in your mouth. “They’re still good.” “No, they’re not.” You look down at it in your hand, and nod. “Yeah, they’re pretty awful.” “Darn, I was hoping to start up my own bakery. I thought Grace’s Baked Goods had a good ring to it.” He raised his eyebrows and grabbed one of the pucks. “There goes my pipedream.”
Ryland realizes somewhere along the way that he loves learning your habits. And not the big ones that people outside would notice over time, but the smaller and more intimate ones. *⁀➷The way you make your coffee, how much sugar and cream you use ( always seems to be different, he can’t figure it out ), the order of how you do things in the morning that he himself starts following just to spend the extra few minutes with you brushing your teeth, combing your hair, getting dressed sometimes with small talk thrown in, sometimes in silence but that’s okay but he’s doing these things with you. *⁀➷He’ll get to the point where he starts to mimic them without putting too much thought into it. You notice but don’t say anything about it because you’ve taken habits from him too.
Drives him crazy when you wear something of his. *⁀➷The soft patter of your bare feet on the cool floor was the only sound that broke the quiet hum of the television, something Ryland wasn’t even paying attention to as he held a stack of papers to be graded. He was comfortable, sunk into his side of the couch, a worn t-shirt clinging to his shoulders, grey sweatpants soft on his thighs and legs. His hair was deliciously mussed from his shower, his glasses sat slightly askew on his nose. But his eyes --- They were sharp and focused as you came into view, a true vision of domestic comfort in the dim light of the side table. Ryland tracked your movement, admiring your face, your still wet hair from the shower, down the curves of your body and then back up to the hem of your shirt. Clearing his throat, his lean body tilted forward and discarded the papers onto the coffee table. The shirt was clearly and undeniably his. One of his old UCSF that got used as a sleep shirt in its older age. Ryland’s eyebrows rose as he sat back on the couch and let his body weight conform to it cozily. “That’s uh--- I think that’s--- That’s my shirt.” You looked down at yourself, then back at him with a small, almost shy smile drifting along your face, “Yeah. All mine are in the laundry so I just plucked this from yours. Is that okay?” “O-Okay. Yeah uh… Oh. Yeah it’s okay. More than okay! It’s logistically sound. The laundry situation. I get it. The physics of clean clothes are… Fundmental…” The answer from your boyfriend was paired with your body tucking itself against his on the couch, curling into him like you were just made to fit there all along. Your head came to rest on his shoulder, your arm resting on his chest and eating up the frantic nature of his heartbeat. You smile softly at his rambling, rubbing his broad chest and glanced at the TV. “What are you watching?” A slow, warm blush crept up his neck as Ryland followed your eyes. He had absolutely no idea what was on. He hadn’t processed a single frame since you’d walked into the small living room. “Uh… I have no idea.” He admitted, “I think it might be a documentary… About sharks?” “Thrilling.” You raised your eyebrows. The light, sarcastic tone in your voice made him laugh, a soft self-deprecating chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest under your hand. Nothing else was said between the two of you as the TV droned on. Instead, you felt the shift of his weight next to you so he could turn his body more fully, captivating the bare skin of your legs against his body heat. His hands, which had been stiff and awkward, seemed to remember that you were his partner, he was allowed to touch you and gently, one slipped under his shirt and landed on the smooth curve of your waist. The other hand moved to gently cup your jaw, Ryland’s thumb stroking the soft skin of your cheek. The motion was tender and intimate, sending a small shiver down your spine. You could see his blue eyes flicker down for a moment, taking in the details of the worn cotton of his shirt against your skin, shifting with your breathing. “I uh… actually think the shirt looks a lot better on you, y’know.” "I know," You whispered, voice barely audible over the TV. "That's why I took it." The quiet vulnerability hung in the air between you. You leaned into the touch of his hand along your face, tilting your head to press a soft kiss into the palm of his hand. His eyes fluttered slightly at the contact, a soft, dreamy sigh escaping his lips. And there were no more words said, your head moving in and closing the small distance between you, meeting Ryland’s lips in a kiss that was full of softness reserved for moments like this.
If anyone else would like to be put on a taglist of any kind, let me know !! I have a couple asks for one right now and they’re going in my fic doc asap
I’m also thinking of writing for other geese…. I love Lars to death and have a few ideas surrounding him. I have yet to watch drive but I know Driver is exactly my cup of freaky off-putting tea
But ! my first priority is the next chapter of my series
Hi!!! Can you add me to your tag list for anything ryland grace?
Absolutely !! Thank you for asking ˶‘ ᵕ ‘˶
I’m new to publishing my writing on tumblr, and kinda new to the whole taglist thing - but im going to be starting one specifically for my grace x reader series “da mi basia mille”
+ I will certainly tag you (and anyone else interested) in all of my ryland writings teehee

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Rock, could you just give me a little chance to sleep?
Masochist ryland... save me masochist ryland...
He lets you bite his jaw ☝️ one time. And then never again because he realized he'd have to find some way to cover the bruise before class the next morning. Now its only bicep bites cause he can cover those...
Literally like. Imagine watching him fix something in the house and his biceps are literally just covered in bite marks. He catches you staring and gets SO flustered. Like stuttering over his words and averting his eyes but the SECOND you get over there and kneel in front of him to give him more he is harder than steel and literally manhandling you onto the nearest fuckable surface (the kitchen floor)
Also thinking about pulling his hair while he munches on you. Like hard enough for him to whimper and its like oh yeah this is what life is about.
Or pinching his side when he's not fucking you hard enough and it makes his hips buck because oh my god that hurt so good
I have too many thoughts they are falling out of my head actually. I feel like ive picked too many apples for my basket at the orchard
So.. "Or pinching his side when he's not fucking you hard enough and it makes his hips buck because oh my god that hurt so good"
DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DID TO ME??? WHAAAATTTTT THE FUUUUCKKKK!??
Pinching him..when hes sub and ontop...ohh wow..
Thinks about pinching him if you get your nails done, his little winces and "ow!" while then fucking you harder.
Ohmygod. DUDE.