stuck in the narrative

Blueberry Pancakes (TKNP)

And so: Nolan is the revolting dead bird, only truly loved by the dog who gets hurt in one way or another, and shown off by the hunter who doesn’t care for it otherwise.

Kelly Green (McDavid)

His legs crumble, his stick is gone. He's falling and falling, and the searing hot pain feels like the sun scorching his body all over, for a moment. Then, he’s on the ice, cold and wet and snowed on. He can’t see the green– the goalie anymore, can’t feel the puck at his blade. He just sees stars– the kind that sparkle up the back of his eyelids and not the ones that he had just skated past.

Ghost of Chicago (1988)

Now though, he wakes up with a blurry memory: hints of the same ever haunting face, the dark depthless eyes, staring at him through sleek pale fingers– one adorned with a shiny ring, the silver glinting.

If I could waste another life (NolPat centric)

He's there, and he has smashed a moat around himself– unsteadily floating alone on an island of ice. In the middle of a lake, in the middle of nowhere. Cold water bleeding out of the jagged lines.

kinda mystical Hughes brothers study

The cosmos hopes that people will see it someday. When all else is seen, reached. Will the people turn to what was there always, right in front of them. Will they understand that a shadow doesn't mean something bad? Will they realize he can be good too?

The Devil: the Ace of Spades (Ryatt)

The guy only stares. Bright blue, chilling eyes. Jaw clenched. Beautiful, but not Godly. No, he’s the opposite– he looks like the Devil– which maybe, maybe Wyatt shouldn’t think that about someone.

Joe Pavelski (career) study

The light is new for him, the Stars illuminate the widespread desert of Texas. The waves in the sand feel different. He’s going to have to get used to it, learn how to shine in the dunes the same way as he used to swim in the bay.

JDTZ tradefic

Suddenly, the apartment doesn't feel so much like home anymore– not that it would be, either. The walls are moving closer. It feels sort of like Jamie's insides: lungs getting smaller and smaller, breaths coming out faster and shorter.

Stars magical realism AU (WyJo centric)

Now, though. There’s only the ache of his neck and no longer can he use the excuse of Swim Lessons to deflect the eventual red rimmed puffy eyes.

It makes him want to scream and cry and, if he was on the ice, smash his stick— instead he has to resort to awkwardly punching the mattress, hands in fists and shaking. The salty tears don't taste like the pool water did.

WillMack shark hybrid AU