#fic in script format

[blueplanet22]

TED LASSO - SEASON 4, EPISODE 1 (Script fic) 🎬⚽️

A season that started with high hopes is already falling apart.

Three managers. Zero wins. A locker room that won’t hold together.

Rebecca Welton has made a lot of bold choices in her time. But this one?

This one might be the riskiest yet.

Because when the flight lands at Heathrow, it’s not just about who’s coming back.

It’s about who’s arriving for the first time.

And Richmond? Richmond isn’t ready.

It all starts here.

FADE IN: INT. HEATHROW AIRPORT - TERMINAL 5 - DAY The usual business traveler chaos. SUITS and BRIEFCASES move in practiced patterns through the arrivals hall. Suddenly, the ordered flow breaks— QUICK CUTS of travelers stepping aside, briefcases jerking away, coffee cups teetering. LOW ANGLE on a pair of UNTIED RED CONVERSE, moving with controlled chaos through the crowd. They stop, start, weave—a dance all their own. TRACK WITH the shoes to reveal an oversized BACKPACK bouncing above them. Patches and pins flutter: a small ARGENTINE FLAG, a worn MARADONA sticker, a plush FOOTBALL dangling from the zipper. The bag's too big for its unseen owner. TILT DOWN to the Converse again as they pick up speed— BAM! They screech to a halt in front of polished SECURITY BOOTS. ANGLE ON the SECURITY GUARD (50s), looking down at someone we still can't see. SECURITY GUARD No running in the terminal. (beat) Where are your parents? The sound of CLICKING HEELS approaches rapidly. KEELEY JONES hurries into frame, slightly out of breath but perfectly put together. KEELEY So sorry! Bloody London traffic. (to the guard) It's alright, I'm from Richmond AFC. We've got it sorted. She looks down at our mystery arrival, her face softening. KEELEY (CONT'D) How was your flight, love?

Richmond AFC has seen its share of surprises.

This one’s just getting started.

📖 Read the full script here

🔹 No spoilers. Let’s see who figures it out first.

[cowboylikeyouu]

sometimes i have the urge to write an avengers actors AU that i don't take seriously at all, and just make a series of crack oneshots out of it where every installment is just one of those funny interview formats, like:

wanda & pietro maximoff answer the web's most searched questions

natasha romanoff & clint barton take the lie detector test

tony stark | chicken shop date

natasha romanoff | chicken shop date

steve rogers reads thirst tweets

steve rogers & bucky barnes test their friendship

cast of [movie they're all in together] test how well they know each other

bucky barnes & clint barton | actors on actors

tony stark & clint barton argue over the internet's biggest debates

wanda maximoff & natasha romanoff compare their imdb pages

bucky barney, sam wilson, & steve rogers play 'never have i ever'

bruce banner & natasha romanoff | actors on actors

tony stark & steve rogers | actors on actors

bucky barnes & clint barton: the puppy interview

etc.

etc.

and bc i'm annoying it would obviously evolve into a winterhawk fic somehow, but just like... sprinkled across different interviews. just imagine them being paired up for actors on actors and it's SO obvious that clint hasn't seen bucky's recent movie and bucky isn't offended but he finds it way too funny and then just starts getting everything wrong about clint & his movies on purpose to fuck with him, and everyone in the comments (bc obviously i would be writing out youtube comment sections) is arguing about whether they have chemistry or not (bucky & steve are besties and a part of the internet has been shipping them for years, so these people obv are winterhawk antis). and then (after a bunch of random interviews with some of the characters who already knew each other & worked on a movie together) all the avengers get casted in a movie together and THEN the press tour madness starts and they get to do all these fun group interviews & shit. tony & steve start hooking up and the internet somehow finds out so the road's clear for all the winterhawk girlies😼 idk a lot of flirting in interviews, a lot of side remarks from the rest of the cast, and bc i'm VERY annoying and it's all i need in life, it all would end with the clint & bucky puppy interview (they're already dating at that point and they kinda confirm it in that interview) and one of the puppies is lucky & clint obviously tries (& succeeds) to adopt him :3

[lunar-wandering]

[MK's phone rings] MK, answering: hello? Wukong: hey kid!! uh, you're not gonna like this, but I need you to come uh… pick me up? MK: oh, sure! i'm on break right now anyways, where are you? Wukong: …uh. MK, suddenly suspicious: …Monkey King. where are you. Wukong: so um. I'm kinda… in the underworld? MK: the W H A T. Wukong: now i know that sounds bad- MK: what are you doing in the underworld????!!!?? Wukong: …impromptu vacation? MK: Monkey King. Macaque, from offscreen: he was rescuing me MK: huh?? Macaque, now on the phone screen: this idiot- Wukong: hey! Macaque: saw me getting kidnapped, and went, "oh, wow, perfect chance for me to be a hero agai-" MK, unprompted: the hero and the war- Macaque, panicked: SHH SHHHH SHH SHHH. We don't talk about that. MK: …ah. Macaque: ahem. anyways, heh, I could've gotten free myself- Wukong: you were crying when i found you- Macaque: a- SHH!!! WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT EITHER!!! jeez, can i not say a single sentence around here??? Wukong: nope MK: absolutely not Macaque: Macaque: when the dragon kid and the pig guy find out i killed you both i'll make sure they know it was for perfectly good reaso- Wukong: OH SHIT THE GUARDS- [Phone hangs up] MK: MK, calling Pigsy: hey, Dadsy? yeah, i'm gonna need a week long break again-

[drop-dead-dropout]

posting a kimharry oneshot here bc i'm too lazy to format it on ao3 rn but I'll reblog with the ao3 link later if I get around to it

so basically I was thinking about how kim is very my partner coded and I had this galaxy brain idea to write a fic where kim is asexual or uhhh. would grayace be the term? sorry idk but it's based on my partner I love him <3. also blink and you'll miss it trans harry but it's important to me that you know they're t4t in this lol. cw for suggestive (non-graphic discussions of sexuality and also it takes place Directly after them fucking), 1.3k words. (please be nice to me I've never posted fic on tumblr lol)

YOU — The air in your apartment is musty with the smell of sweat and sex. Your chest heaves with slightly strangled breaths, face burning with humiliation. You've always been a little (a lot) loose-lipped during orgasm—

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Especially an orgasm like that, holy shit, Kim—

YOU — But you've never, in living memory, said anything quite as ridiculously and unashamedly needy as the complete word-vomit that just exited your mouth a few seconds ago.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Failure] — Honestly, you were a little out of it and the exact phrasing is already slipping your mind, but it was something along the lines of... What was it again?

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] — Oh my fucking Dei don't stop, Kim please I need you so bad, god I'm so desperate, shit, you drive me fucking crazy, pleasepleaseplease—

SAVOIR FAIRE — Yeah, no, I'm cutting you off right there. He's already about to spontaneously combust, you don't need to embarrass him even more.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — He asked. Besides, I'm not the one who dropped the ball there.

COMPOSURE — Sorry for that, Harry.

KIM KITSURAGI — Kim's hands rest on your chest, tracing circles just below your twin scars with his nimble fingers. "Is that... Really how it feels, to you?"

EMPATHY — It's a genuine question, and he's smiling with an infectious fondness. He's not upset, just curious. Your eagerness is fascinating to him. And cute.

HALF-LIGHT — What does he mean by that, though? Are we too needy? Is it not good for him? Does he hate us and want us to die forever—

VOLITION — No. Shut up. We already agreed you're not allowed to talk when Harry's alone with Kim, don't you remember?

HALF-LIGHT — But! Danger!

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] — It's Kim. There is no danger here.

YOU — At a loss for anything else to say, you just nod, a bit dumbly. "I mean... Yeah. Is it, uh, not like that for you?"

COMPOSURE [Formidable: Failure] — You try to play the question off as a nonchalant, but you're not even close to being a good enough liar to hide the mild undercurrent of fear in your voice. Especially not from him. (Khm. Sorry again.)

KIM KITSURAGI — "No, not really. It's not you," he quickly adds, seeing the obvious and barely-held back self-loathing in your expression. "It's just the way I am, I suppose. I'm too old to question it now."

DRAMA [Heroic: Success] — He's not lying to spare your feelings, sire. This is truly just a facet of himself that's always been there.

RHETORIC [Challenging: Failure] — By the way, you distinctly recall hearing him talk about having had sex before. Quite a bit, in fact.

YOU — "But wait, I thought—"

KIM KITSURAGI — Already having anticipated this line of questioning, Kim laughs a bit under his breath. "It wasn't a lie; I never said I don't. Actually, sometimes that made it better— without all the messy urgency, I guess I seemed 'cool', to borrow your phrasing. And it's not like I didn't enjoy it, either." He shrugs. "It was just... Something to do. I never really understood the intensity."

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — A dozen miles and many years ago, two young men make out in a musty old apartment. "How are you always so— so unaffected," one says to the other with a breathy laugh. In a few months he will repeat these words with a much uglier tone, and they will be the last ones Kim ever hears from him.

EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — For the record, he was not, in fact, "unaffected" by that particular heartbreak. Don't ever hurt him like that.

YOU — Before you can think better of it, you find yourself saying, "Is that bad?"

KIM KITSURAGI — A twitch in the corner of his mouth interrupts his relaxed grin for a moment. You almost want to mourn the loss. "I don't know, Harry, is it? Why do you think it would be?"

PAIN THRESHOLD — You've hurt him, idiot. We just told you not to do that.

YOU — "I-I mean— it's just—" Your teeth click audibly with how quickly you shut your own mouth. You really, really don't want to fuck this up.

HALF-LIGHT — Too late.

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] — HEY. Back in the corner, you.

YOU — Guys, please help me. I don't know anything about… Well, anything, really, but especially not this. How do I fix it? What do I say to make him feel better?

INLAND EMPIRE — You could start by actually answering his question, instead of rushing to apologize. Why do you think it would be bad? What about the concept is uncomfortable to you?

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] — Kim feels safe with you, in the same way that you do with him. Be honest. He knows you didn't mean anything by it— the only way you could fuck this up is by not talking to him.

YOU — After a moment of pondering, you find the right words. Or maybe not the right words, but the ones that feel the most true: "I don't know. But I know I would be unhappy, if I was... Different to how I am now."

EMPATHY — Kim's eyes flash with a bit of surprise. But good surprise, like an old friend dropping by unexpectedly. The smile returns (yay!)— smaller, but softer, and almost giddy. It's not one you see on him often, a bit too unguarded and juvenile for his tastes. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

KIM KITSURAGI — "So would I," he says simply.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] — He means it.

YOU — "Oh." You blink two or three times. "Oh. Well that's good, then, right? That you're happy?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) — Something about the almost childish sincerity in your voice must be funny to him, because he keeps doing that thing where he chuckles under his breath, and coughs to try to cover it.

PAIN THRESHOLD [Formidable: Failure] — He's laughing at you.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Failure] — Exactly. He's mocking you, Harry, he thinks you're an idiot. Make him respect you—

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] — He's in love, you moron.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — As if on cue (or maybe your internal dialogue is just more easily observable from the outside than you thought), Kim leans forward and kisses you. For the first time, you notice how effective he is at responding to your reactions, like he's trying to find and wring out every last happy sigh and spark of oxytocin he could possibly give you.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] — Because he likes this. He likes pressing all your buttons and seeing what they do, which ones work the best. (Almost all of them work, when it's him. Maybe a little too well.)

ENDURANCE — Hey, don't look at me like that! It's not my fault he doesn't play fair.

SAVOIR FAIRE — Exactly. How are we supposed to be cool in front of Kim? He's like, the coolest.

KIM KITSURAGI — "I love you," Kim whispers, his lips tickling against your collarbone.

SAVOIR FAIRE — See?! He even makes THAT sound cool, a thousand times cooler than when we say it, which is, like, every five seconds!!

EMPATHY — It's true that you're usually the one to say it first. For a time, he hardly said it at all— you learned not to take it personally. You certainly have your own baggage. But lately, it's been nice to watch as he gets a bit more comfortable.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] — The cuddling usually seems to help, in moments like this.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Godly: Success] — After all, what is a hug but a way to hide your face?

YOU — You wind your arms tighter around him. "I love you, too, Kim." And you swear he must be able to feel the way your lungs glow.

EMPATHY — He does. Of course he does.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a moment, you think you can feel his, too.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — SLEEP WELL, MY DARLINGS.

[pipebaby]

This will be something that turns into a fic at some point but-

Jee's obsession lately has been The Parent Trap. The one from the 90s with Lindsay Lohan. She has it on at nearly all hours of the day, so much so that she is constantly showing off her British accent (which honestly? Isn't terrible)

Then, Eddie leaves for El Paso. And as Buck watches Eddie drive away, the lump in his throat making it near impossible to breathe, he finds himself going to the only other place that's felt like home-the Buckley-Han household. And Maddie just looks at him with the look that says "I can't tell you what to do, but I really want to" and instead encourages him to go sit with Jee while she makes him a cup of hot chocolate.

And he sits down just in time to catch the end of The Parent Trap. And he tries not to cry as the twins say goodbye to each other as Annie and her mom leave for London, leaving her sister and dad behind in Napa. And it's been forever since he saw this movie, so he definitely doesn't remember that the ending scene is Annie and her mom arriving to London, only to discover that Hallie and her dad are in their home, deciding to follow them to London. And he can't stop the tears as he watches Nick Parker proclaim his love to Elizabeth James and kiss her. Because he decided that for a love like theirs, you have to follow them.

So as the credits roll his jumps off the couch, and sees that Eddie is only an hour and a half into a twelve hour drive (and that's if he drives straight through with no stops), and books the next available flight to El Paso.

[socksandbuttons]

Me staring at my bean comic in progress tho like

'Why arent u done faster'

this is turning into 6 pages of panels

[hide-in-imagination]

Indecision | Simbar oneshot

Ámbar and Simón sit in front of the camera in their living room, smiling. Ámbar is holding their 6-months-old baby in her arms while Simón has his arm around her.

Ámbar: We're both so happy. We love our little girl. I mean, look at her, she's absolutely perfect. But I think one is enough for me. I mean, the pregnancy was a lot, and just taking care of her is already very time consuming. So, yeah, we're leaving it at one.

-------------- 3 years later -------------

Ámbar sits in front of the camera with an 8-month baby bump in her belly. On the background, Simón is playing with their almost 4-year-old, lifting her over his head over and over so she can try to touch the ceiling. The little girl squeals with happiness.

Ámbar: Yeah, I know I said one was enough, but our little girl needed a sibling, I mean, we can't always be with her, what with our jobs and what not, and I didn't want her to grow up alone in the house like I did. Now she's going to have a little sister to play with! Oh, she loves her already, she's always touching my stomach and talking to the baby, it's adorable. Simón and I are very happy. It's gonna get a lot more hectic around here, but we managed with the first one just fine, so I'm sure we'll adapt well to two.

We're definitely not having a third though. I think two is the perfect number. It balances out; one for each one of us. Yeah, we're closing it at two.

-------------- 3 years later -------------

Ámbar sits in front of the camera with a newborn against her chest. The baby is covered by a blanket, so their face can't be seen, but some blond strands peek out from under the pink hat the baby is wearing. In the background, Simón is sitting on the couch behind their first daughter, braiding her hair, while his daughter braids her little sister's hair, forming a little human train.

Ámbar: Yeah, I wanted to try for a boy, but apparently my uterus is hard-wired for girls. We love her though; she's our little blessing. Since I'm getting older, my chances of getting pregnant weren't that high, and there could've been complications but, everything went very smoothly. It only took us 4 months to get pregnant and then the pregnancy was very peaceful— Well, as peaceful as a pregnancy can be, really. It helped that I had experience from the other two. So, yeah, now this little one has joined the family, and we couldn't be happier. It's completely wild for me to have a family this big, I never thought this would be my life growing up but, I really wouldn't change it for anything.

I know I said no more kids years ago, but this time I mean it, okay? Three is enough. Three is more than enough. We're running out of hands here, so, yeah, this is it. The last family update you guys will film probably. Definitely. Definitely, oh my god.

The shot changes and now is Simón standing in front of the camera. The rest of the family can't be seen in the background, but the sound of little voices and laughs coming from a different part of the house is unmistakable.

Cameraman: How does it feel to be the only man in the house? With three little girls now, you're completely surrounded.

Simón: (Laughs) It's beautiful. It's very beautiful. Tiring. It's a lot of work, I'll tell you that. But I love my little girls. They're all my little princesses. And Ámbar is the best mother I could've ever dreamed of for my kids. It's... (He sighs) It's like a dream come true, really. I grew up in a big family, and now my own family is growing, and I- I can't even explain everything that I'm feeling. I'm very happy. I'm tired, but I'm happy. And I don't care if they're all girls. All I cared about was that they were healthy, and happy, and they are. And who knows? Maybe one of them will like football (He laughs). In the meantime, I don't mind playing with dresses and dolls. I'd do it for the rest of my life with a smile on my face.

The shot changes again. Simón and Ámbar are saying goodbye to the production crew. Simón hangs back with the kids while Ámbar walks them to the door. Their newborn is still securely in one of her arms.

Cameraman: Thank you so much for receiving us, you have a beautiful family.

Ámbar: Thank you. It's almost sad that we won't see each other again.

Cameraman: We'll definitely miss you. But it's a good call for you two to keep it at three kids. Four would be too much for anybody. (He laughs)

On the background, Simón's eyes widen and he turns toward the camera, frantically making X signs with his arms to the cameraman and mouthing NONONONO

Meanwhile, front and center, the camera captures as Ámbar's expression changes. There's a certain glint in her eyes.

Ámbar: I mean, I could do it. It's just that three is enough for us, but I could totally handle four if I wanted to. Too bad for everyone else if they can't do it, but I could do it. I would be great at it, actually. You really think I can't do it? I— 

The camera flips abruptly as Simón takes it in his hand. The filming stops.

Production notes, last update:

They did not have four children. Simón put his foot down.

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I was playing with the idea in my head that, since Ámbar is indecisive when it comes to what she wants to eat, maybe she’d be like that with other stuff, like, saying she won’t do something and then doing it, and that’s how this little drabble came to be 😂 I wouldn't consider it a headcanon of mine, it's just a silly comedy sketch, but I decided to share it because it was funny.

Normally, I wouldn't post two things so close together, but I felt like we simbar shippers needed a little pick me up these days 🥹

Hope you like it. See you next time <3

[milolovesbmc]

I've pretty much never written anything like this before, but it was actually really fun and here's to hoping it's good because I can't really tell........ Anyways here's some art for it, fic under the cut!! :)

Twenty-eight: Storm

The kids are 28

Sometimes Doug has to sit on the roof.

He sits hunched over with his knees tucked tight between his arms. He covers his eyes with his hands and pressures until there's black spots blocking his vision. He presses on both of them, even though he doesn't have two eyes to feel the pressure on. Pressing his left one, the eye socket, feels especially nice, it makes him feel dizzy.

It's not like when he was eight and fantasized about climbing on the roof. He used to picture himself standing on the very edge, putting his faith in the hands of the statues, hoping the angels would push him off.

It doesn't give him a rush. Sometimes he just needs to breathe and the roof of his house is the only place where he actually can.

Mainly because it's not his house.

He's dating this girl, Elaine.

She moved in two (or was it three?) years ago. He remembers the day she did, it was Monday. Doug took the day off from whatever shitty job he had back then to help her move.

He kind of wishes he hadn't. She barged into his house, with the trunk of her car full of boxes and her hair tied up, claiming as much territory as she liked. He could only step back and watch. He had this feeling, deep in his gut, like something was wrong. Or missing. He wonders if that's how Corey felt.

It wasn't her assertiveness he minded. He liked that she knew what she wanted. He needed to be pushed around and roughed up. But watching her spread her belongings around his place just felt intrusive.

He feels a drop of water fall on his face, and then another. It's starting to rain.

In retrospect, he should've known, the sky had been grey all day. He's wearing a shirt and some sweatpants that will definitely get soaked in a matter of seconds. He still doesn't move from his spot on the roof.

It's times like these Doug wishes he had something to do with his hands, instead of just letting his mind wander. Maybe, Corey was onto something with the whole smoking thing. He used to say it calmed him down. Doug just liked the smell, the way it would cling into his clothes and stay there for what felt like forever.

It's not like he had been enabling Corey's smoking. Doug would go quiet and stare whenever he'd take a cigarette between his fingers. Corey never seemed to care. Somehow it would always end with both of them sitting closer than they were before and Doug blowing smoke out of his mouth.

At some point he had started lighting his best friend's cigarettes for him. Their weird kind of ritual stayed mostly the same, except this time around he was needed. Corey would look at him, holding a cigarette, practically boring his eyes into him, waiting for him to notice. Doug would wait until he got impatient and subtly rolled his eyes before scurrying to give him what he wanted.

Right now he misses the warmth and the weak flame that would light up part of Corey's face. He felt warm to Doug.

His hands were always freshly scrubbed clean, to the point of the skin looking raw. He remembers when Corey first touched him and poked at his wound. The momentary sharp pain when he picked the gravel out of his palms. His hands pressing into Doug's, cold spreading from one's hands to the other's. It was the kind of freezing cold that when stuck to your skin for a while, it almost felt warm.

Every time Corey would touch him, touch his scars and wounds and cuts, it felt ice cold for a minute, and then it was warm. A warmth that would get into his veins and make him feel like everything inside him had been shaken up.

It's raining even more now, it doesn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon. He's soaked and the water's dripping down his face.

He wipes it off with the back of his hand.

The last time Doug saw him, Corey said he was dating some guy. Some asshole that wrecked his car and didn't even attend his father's funeral. Worst of all, he was living with the guy.

Who's freaked out by a dead body anyways? What a pussy.

It freaks him out, knowing he has settled down, left Doug behind. Corey used to need him. All those years ago.

This guy doesn't care about Corey like he does.

He would do anything he asked him to. He'd light his cigarettes even if it meant breathing the smoke in and feeling it scratch down his throat. He needs it.

Did Corey ever actually need him? Doug's not the only guy with a lighter in his pocket and the willingness to breath in.

He spins the shiny new ring on his finger until it's loose. Then he puts it back on again.

It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter because Doug is getting married, to his girlfriend. He has settled down. He has settled down even more than Corey had. Who cares about what's-his-name and his stupid fear of funerals. He's getting married.

He sent Corey an invitation. A neat white card with both their and Elaine's name on it. Sent the night before, at three in the morning, not before he had emptied two cans of beer and almost half a bottle of pain meds.

It was stupid, Doug doesn't want him to come. He was just bleary from the pills. The last time he saw him, Corey made it clear he didn't care. He didn't care that Doug was in pain and he didn't care to mend his wounds.

He wouldn't have needed to take the pills back then if only he would've helped. He wouldn't need them now. It's like he wants him to be in pain. Wants to watch him suffer and whine and beg, trying to make his way into his hands, or arms, or anything.

The sky rumbles, the rain is pouring down even harder now, and the clouds are a dark grey.

He wants Corey to come to his wedding. Maybe his mere presence will make the pain go away. Maybe if he could have him again, just once. Maybe if he could just feel the warmth reaching out to him. Softening the sharp edges of his aching.

It'd be nothing like the funeral. He'd be good. He just needed one more chance. He could fix everything so that Corey could fix him. If the pain went away he could think clearly for once. Choose the right words to make him stay this time.

Corey came back, he always did. Maybe it was divine intervention, or just plain pity, but he came when Doug called his name. Reluctantly that is, but he came.

Every time he got injured, Corey was just where he needed him to be. Like a guardian angel.

Five years ago Doug walked in to the hospital. He vaguely recalls a nurse rushing to him. Being wrapped around in bandages so tight he felt nice and clean again. Getting pushed into a room.

He knows he sat on the bed staring at nothing for a while, he doesn't know how long it was, for a while he felt nothing. As if he had been watching himself sit from outside his own body. He might've been muttering something.

Until Corey arrived. Suddenly he was pushed back into consciousness and he saw a light, a way out. It didn't matter that said light reeked of alcohol and the mud on his shoes reached up to his knees.

He's abruptly made aware of his surroundings. The roof underneath him and the rain falling aggressively from above him. For a moment he thinks he can hear the sky rumble.

The clouds and the sky are a matching shade of pitch black and he can't make anything out.

For a fraction of a second, staring ahead into the dark, he sees a light. A tiny little flicker in the distance.

This was his way out. Of course. It was obvious now. He just needed to sit in that hospital once more. Corey would come. Corey would find him. Just like he found him five years ago. Someone would call him. Maybe he would just know to look for Doug. It all made sense.

He takes a step towards the edge.

The tiles under his feet are wet and slippery from the rain.

He takes a second one.

There's no angels to push him off this time. They want him to do it. He has to do it. He watches a tree get struck by lightning.

He takes a third step.

Everything around him glows a strange shade of blue.

Another one.

His skin buzzes painfully. He wants to scratch the buzzing off. He doesn't. Both his hands stay on his sides

And he takes another step.

Sweat drips down from his palms. He wipes them off on his shirt to no avail.

And a last one.

Sometimes Doug has to sit on the roof. This time he stands on the very edge.

[menasors]

for the fic rec ask game, cause curious to hear your thoughts

#1-3, and 5 and 6?

oooo yay!!

A fic that made me smile:

There's quite a few, I think, but one that comes to mind is Bedtime by rakketyrivertam. It's only a sentence, but Soundwave having to parent the Stunticons in G1 is such a cute idea to me.

A fic that made me laugh:

Gosh, I can't think of any. There's definitely some out there, but I just can't think of one!! I read too many angsty fics. Sorry to dissapoint there.

A fic that made me tear up:

Toronto, Ontario by findinggodwithajuicebox (hiii @mainenorth). It's such an interesting look into grief and how Wildrider would react to something so drastic happening to him. I don't tend to cry or tear up often, but this one. So good.

I don't often see Wildrider having the main focus of a Stunticon fic, and having it be something so emotionally intense for him is so so nice to see. The fic itself is short but they managed to fit so much emotion and grief into it in such a captivating way. Agh. Easily in my top 3 of angsty fics to reread.

A fic that's sweet and fluffy:

Secret Santas Sneaking Stealthily in Stunticon Spaces by dinobotglitch. I'm not the biggest Christmas fan, but it's so cute and sweet. Stunticons always deserve so many gifts and happy moments.

A fic that kept me on the edge of my seat:

We All Fall Down by babyblueavenger, and Heavy Toll by Radio Rascal. I know you've read We All Fall Down but GOSH Heavy Toll. Ough,. It's so good, and had me worrying and so interested in it. I'm such a sucker for angsty Stunticon fics, especially when it's Breakdown. I've reread it a couple of times now, and even with me not liking the idea of mechpreg at all, it's so fascinating to see it in this tone and point of view. I don't want to spoil anything in case you read it, but it's very good in my opinion.

[perfectthewayyouare]

supernatural fic rec

I know I'm about four years late to this, but after much grieving and healing* I fINALLY got around to reading the spn fic The Goldenrod Revisions by @remythologise (previously thylaa)

This rewrite fic is everything I could have wanted and more for these beloved characters final journey. This is the ending they deserved, it is the ending WE deserved!

*so turns out I wasn't healed... and this fic broke me again, but it healed me also

I cannot recommend it enough, especially for anyone who still feels betrayed by a show so close to their heart

@remythologise held the characters so dearly in this rewrite fic, I honestly could see any one of the chapters, if not all, being on our screens. Perhaps they did... somewhere... in an alternate universe... good for them <3

[blueplanet22]

[cpericardium]

I want to read disco elysium fic but the problem is most of the ones I've seen do the in-game skill dialogue/checks thing and I don't want that... you can just describe the setting... no need to have Harry roll for perception every time he looks around

[lesbians4armand]

having fun and writing marius de romanus’ fake showverse wikipedia page. like a normal girl

[elapsed-spiral]

Randomly remembered during a rough work day that hey, Conventional (E) is one today!

I really like this fic! I think it's got a tight structure and hangs together well. Give it a read if you like fics about being a fan of something or even just being a fan of people who are fans of something.

[strixcattus]

*opens fic* *sees that there are no paragraph breaks* *immediately closes fic*

*opens another fic* *sees that the average paragraph length is <2 sentences* *immediately closes fic*

[loregoddess]

TWO YEARS

TWO YEARS, ALMOST THREE, AND ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX PAGES AND A LITTLE OVER 90k WORDS

and I've finally, finally finished the detailed outline for my fancomic