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@cseavers
an extremely private & selective writing blog for COLT SEAVERS from THE FALL GUY ( 2024 ) unaffiliated with universal . headcanon based , plot - heavy , follows movie canon . written primarily pre & post the film events . by isaac ( he / they ) , 25 + , mobile accessible rules below !
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[ sms ] : you were the first person i thought to text. :}
he's at home , for once . actually , it's his first day back home from set -- he's been filming out in florida of all places for the last six months . his plane landed last night , and he had blissfully collapsed into bed in a completely alligator free city -- thank god . and now he's still facedown in bed , hours after waking up , thankful to just lay there and exist without being hurled into the swampy dirt . but his heart does a little kick -- and not a second later his phone buzzes , because of course it does , so he already knows the name on the screen before he slips it off his nightstand
[ sms : ry - guy ] i better be [ sms : ry - guy ] do you have any idea how mad i'd be if you texted someone else about this first [ sms : ry - guy ] tell me about the new job ry
[ sms ] : I wanna start by saying this was not my fault. [ img of a car in ditch ] / from rosaria.
colt's on a night shoot -- not all that rare , but he doesn't think he's been on one since he met rosaria . which is why seeing her name flash across his screen is sort of surprising , but what's more surprising -- and very concerning , is the attached image that only makes itself known when he swipes open the notification .
[ sms : rosaria ] okay [ sms : rosaria ] and i 100% believe that [ sms : rosaria ] but more importantly are you okay ?
thing with colt is -- if she says no , if she says she needs help , he's going to be there . he'll drop everything , flip the radio station on his walkie and tell them he's sorry but he's gotta go . emergency . so he sits , and waits , and worries the edge of his fingernail into a fraying seam on his jeans while he holds his breath .
where did you learn to shoot like that?
it is so beyond colt how he's ended up in a shoot in new york city , and he's sort of aware that that's not really his problem nor his business -- he is , after all , just on stunts . but he's also on stunts for the lead actor , who is sort of a big deal , and he hasn't taken a gig for someone this big since the whole incident with the last guy trying to frame him and then kill him . so he's a little nervous . and that means after his last big stunt for the day ( a three story jump while shooting two guns . who the hell thinks of this stuff ? ) he's out wandering the city again -- matter of fact , he's made a friend and everything . ( his brother would be so proud , look at him go , out of his trailer and into the scary big apple ) one who leaned over in a coffee shop and whispered the best thing on the menu -- and she was right , that thing was straight from heaven . and he'd wound up being fifteen minutes late to set monday because he'd just stood there and talked to her , and somehow ended up inviting her to set ? he probably mentioned the three story jump thing . people like to see how it works , and , well , he kind of owed her for that coffee . he's still dreaming about it .
" uh -- a like , super scary army vet named rufus mckinley . " they're wandering down the sidewalk now , he thinks she's being remarkably kind showing him a good place to eat , and he wonders if they're now locked into some kind of favors battle . and now colt is going to have to find some way to pay her back for this too , he's gonna have to think on the societal norm of giving someone you met less than a week ago a rubber knife . he'd think its funny , and cool , but he's also him -- so there's that .
" that sounds way more off-putting than it actually was -- rufus was the guy who trained me , he was very nice . except for when he slapped my hand , which was weird because i was like -- i'm not five why are you slapping my hand , but also this guy has been through war so i better listen to him . anyways . . . " and now he's talking way too much . my god , colt , pull it together . " that was a prop gun , it's all blanks . i have shot actual guns , to be clear . just not at anyone . but that's kind of the point , you know ? learn how the real thing looks and feels , and shoots , and then its way more believable on the screen . "
he coughs , half clears his throat , sort of squints towards the sky -- and its nighttime . so now he looks , probably , like an idiot . or maybe like he has a migraine , or something stuck in his eye . he's really gonna hope it looked like one of the other two . " where are you taking me again ? and for what ? i was sort of vague when i said ' honestly just the best thing you have ' and now im a little worried . "
biggest thing i got from my rewatch last night is how soft spoken colt is. i need you to know this. i need you to know colt speaks so gently to people. i understand he yells in that movie but also... look at what's going on, and he literally apologizes at one point to gail for yelling over the phone. he doesn't Like raising his voice. its so important to me that yes he's the big action guy who flips cars and gets blown up for a job but he also is so sweet, like genuinely. he's so sweet and he cares so much and he hates raising his voice and getting mad and he makes jokes with everyone and tries so hard to make everyone feel welcome around him.
*/ 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓? 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.
below is a list of text prompts that are all themed around texts that one might regret sending. feel free to change wording around as needed , please so not steal or repost. this prompt is for reblog only.
[ sms ] : Sometimes I wonder if I'll be lonely forever.
[ sms ] : I've started thinking about you late at night.
[ sms ] : Is there anything else left besides this?
[ sms ] : It's like I'm trapped and I can't get out.
[ sms ] : This is eating me alive.
[ sms ] : You're all I have. You know that?
[ sms ] : We shouldn't keep doing this.
[ sms ] : I need to see you.
[ sms ] : I can't do this anymore.
[ sms ] : You and I are never going to work.
[ sms ] : I think about you and I can't breath sometimes.
[ sms ] : I just don't want to be alone right now.
[ sms ] : It's complicated.
[ sms ] : Lets not do this right now.
[ sms ] : Now's really not a very good time.
[ sms ] : I want you so bad it hurts sometimes.
[ sms ] : We need to talk.
[ sms ] : This is going to be hard to say.
[ sms ] : Would you please just answer me?!
[ sms ] : Is leaving me on read really how this is going to be?
[ sms ] : I need some space.
[ sms ] : I need help.
[ sms ] : This is going to ruin my career!
[ sms ] : Whatever you do , don't call the police!
[ sms ] : Don't run , but someone's following you.
[ sms ] : Pretty sure it's fucked beyond fixing.
[ sms ] : I wanna start by saying this was not my fault.
[ sms ] : Pics or it didn't happen.
[ sms ] : Lets start with what happened?
[ sms ] : You were the first person I thought to text.
[ sms ] : Where's the body?
blue beetle.
dialogue prompts from blue beetle (2023).
i've searched for _____ years, i don't want to wait another second.
even good news sounds like bad news when you deliver it.
it's good to know some things don't change.
i could have done something. i could have been here.
you always land on your feet. you're [name].
i was supposed to get all of us out of here.
we're invisible to people like _____.
i won't let you do this.
back away. i'm not afraid of you.
i think it's time to find a new job.
i appreciate the chivalry.
i can take care of myself, okay?
we're not all dicks.
give me your phone. let me give you my number.
i feel like i failed you.
this is just a stop in the journey. it's not the destination.
everyone has a purpose. you just haven't found yours.
you look like an asshole, just like everybody else.
you don't hear that?
no police. they work for _____.
i know who you are. what are you doing here?
it doesn't look that bad.
we're gonna figure it out. we always do.
to be honest, i didn't think this would work.
i'm not a killer.
you should've finished me when you had the chance.
please, just don't hurt my family.
you can call me whatever you want, i don't care.
your house is full of love. a family. that's a home.
i haven't talked about this in a very long time.
you're a good listener.
i'm gonna go for a walk.
it's not lost on me that your situation is a little out of the ordinary.
when we get hit, we only get stronger.
the universe has sent you a gift. you have to figure out what to do with it.
i know how you feel, but you have to be brave.
there will be a time to cry. this is not that time. now is the time to fight.
everything we've done was for this moment.
there's plenty you don't know about your _____.
you're sorry? what does that even mean?
sacrifices have to be made for the greater good.
my destiny was to be here with you in this moment.
this look really suits you.
you got this. you can do this.
where did you learn to shoot like that?
what a mess you have made.
use the pain you're feeling and turn it into power.
i thought i'd never see you again.
i told you i wasn't going anywhere.
i cannot protect you anymore. i'm sorry.
you are still a scared little _____.
do you remember everything i've done for you?
now we can cry.
how about i walk you out?
it's a family emergency , he'd told the district when he had been asked to provide his reasoning . then , to the principal , a more personal explanation for a more urgent beg : my brother broke his back . he'd known , of course . he'd known the millisecond colt's safety cables had loosened up too far and he'd hit the ground . he always knew . they've been here for each other since birth . colt , nine minutes and fourteen seconds later , clutching to the umbilical like a lifeline before they could cling to each other . they've been together ever since . sure , one's in san francisco and the other's in los angeles between projects . but they're always nine minutes away , no matter the physical distance .
colt is in pain . ryland knows colt is in pain because his fingers shake too . he doesn't want to admit the real reason is because he's scared . even now , a week after colt's discharge , he still sees him in that hospital bed , barely able to move except to lift a finger , tubes stuck in every hole and limb the doctors could find . ryland had cried forty-two times while his brother slept . spinal fractures are hard to come back from . colt's survival was a miracle . but he's scared . it comes and goes in waves . today , his anxiety is particularly bad . tomorrow , he may go the entire day without a bit of nausea . his brother has metal in his back and a brace holding his back up straight , so it doesn't crack again and kill him .
my little brother broke his back . my brother broke his back really bad . my brother almost died .
❝ did you not take them when i gave them to you ? ❞ that was forty-five minutes ago . the answer is obviously no . ❝ come on , the sink water isn't going to kill you . idiot . i've got them . stay there . ❞ ryland digs his nails into his palms and stands , hoping he cuts his skin open before his brother can see the fright in his hands . then it's off to the bathroom . the pill bottle sits next to the sink . stupid colt . he drowns his face with water , staring at the reddening rims of his eyes . not colt . stupid industry . it's a stupid industry !
colt gets the filtered water this time . the pills in the bottle sing when ryland returns , carrying it and the fresh glass he'd fetched from the kitchen . he tilts one onto his palm and offers it out . ❝ take this . and don't put it under your tongue , all right ? i want to see it gone when i check . ❞
݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ CONTINUED . / @cseavers .
colt doesn't really remember much of what happened . the doctors said he'd hit his head too , when he fell , so that's probably why -- there's a nice knot back there still to prove it , nothing worse , thank god . nothing worse . but the last thing he can clearly recall is the right before , the team double checking the closures on his harness , the guide held between his hands as he placed his feet at the edge of a chasm , his back to the unknown . and he could hear the echoing : action , action , action ! and he was falling , and that was . . . it . ( there are ems somewhere , mumbling a story about colt half conscious on the stretcher , groaning and trying to lift his hand , and he's saying , over and over again : where's ryland ? ) but he remembers his brother . that's the first thing he remembers . its the only thing he wants to remember , that despite the pain and the fear and the great yawning uncertainty of a future hanging in front of him -- he got to wake up to ryland .
and it wasn't even because of the water , this time . because colt had promised . while ryland's back was turned , he'd promised to stop being so difficult . because he felt bad . he felt so bad , and his brother had to do nearly everything for him , and he was frustrated that he could barely stand up on his own without his legs shaking , and he'd gotten loud . just for a second . ryland was trying to put a hand under his arm , ryland was just trying to help . but colt was so mad at himself , and he'd tried to turn away -- except he's not supposed to do that , and thank god the brace had caught the movement , except his hips still moved , and he'd gasped out an oh , fuck and nearly thrown up at the dizzying wave of pain . and ryland was still trying to put that hand under his arm and he'd snapped ryland -- please . and by the time he was in the bathroom , he'd felt like the worst person in the world , and had promised to stop . and he just . . . he forgot .
there's this sick , angry , frustrated tangle of emotion in his chest that he can't unravel . can't pick his way through . and now he's near tears again , his brain fighting against itself , curving and collapsing in like an airbag deflating after a crash . and his breath is a catch in the back of his throat when he whispers , " i'm sorry . " its a childhood whisper , one offered a million times before , as they lay back to back . i'm sorry i was loud , i'm sorry i got us into trouble again , i'm sorry i forgot , i'm sorry i got distracted , i'm sorry . but he's holding out his shaking hand anyways , putting the pill in his mouth , and doing what he's told . there's a sniffle . the crescent of his thumbnail dragging a slow back and forth against his other wrist , but not hard enough to dig in . " if i don't stick out my tongue are you gonna reach in and grab it like you did last time ? " so he concedes , tips his head and opens his mouth , and hopes he can still be forgiven , even when he's like this .
nine minutes and fourteen seconds ( noun ) : the space between you , and me . the length of thread between us . the exact time it takes your light to reach me . the faith i have in you . which means you have to come home . it means you don't get to die eleven light years away from me . / @lasthail
your government mandated colt thought of the day is that colt had a small bit of a stutter as a child. it wasn't anything super prevalent, and i think it is something he naturally grew out of, so he never had to attend any speech therapy. it mostly came out when he was upset or worked up in some way -- if he was crying, if he was really angry, or if he was really REALLY excited about something. i also think that's part of what led to him becoming so soft spoken as an adult, because he figured out if he kept his voice calm he could speak clearer and more concisely. and i think that is something colt likes about himself -- he doesn't enjoy feeling scrambled and worked up, or tripping over his words. he likes that he has confidence and clarity in what he says, that he can be to the point and understood.
i just made a gif for the first time in my entire life for colt
its like watching an angel to me
RYAN GOSLING as COLT SEAVERS and DR. RYLAND GRACE The Fall Guy (2024) dir. David Leitch Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord, Chris Miller
there's a shit-eating grin on ryland's face . because , see , here's the thing : whenever colt is around , his composure drops . not exponentially he doesn't suddenly want to go driving donuts in the empty san francisco parking lots or jumping off any buildings for fun ( without being paid ? no thanks ! ) but enough that it's noticeable . enough that a middle school science teacher might slip in a few ' shit 's under his breath , or grin at a joke that wouldn't usually crack a smile on him . ❝ nope . i'm all good . ❞
are you sure you two wouldn't like to order the exact same thing ? since , you know , you look exactly the same ? that's the whiny , nasally voice that runs through ryland's head while he's sat there , watching colt place his order . obviously in place of the cashier there , like some fake cashier ryland has made up for his own imagination . you think just because we're twins , we order the exact same thing everywhere we go ? that would be ryland's response . no , that's not how it works .
colt and i have a specific rule in place . we've had it since we were old enough to know we were two different people . so , what , since we were six or seven ? ' colt gets to order whatever he wants . ryland gets to order whatever he wants too . but we never , ever order the same thing . ' that's the rules . that's our big thing . sharing is fine , we can share as much as we want . but we are individual . and whatever colt wants is whatever colt is gonna get to himself . he deserves that .
ryland's ice cream cone is about two minutes older than colt's . he plucks out the first two-minute-older piece of chocolate and sticks it into colt's coffee flavored ice cream before his twin butt can plop itself to the chair across from him . ❝ here , you big idiot . i know you want these . ❞ there were seven chocolate chunks in his ice cream . he'd counted . now there are six . he moves four more into colt's ice cream in various places . ❝ i hope they didn't put actual caffeine in that . you need negative three cups of caffeine on a bad day . ❞
there's one truth colt can't deny , and it's that he always feels more like himself when ryland is around . like he's been put back together , like -- like their separation is an amputation , and maybe that's sort of morbid , but he's a guy who routinely breaks his bones and gets set on fire , so it fits . being away from his twin is like having an arm , or a leg , surgically removed . and he can live with the distance between them , technically . he can adapt , he can move through the world , do his job , live his life -- all completely fine . but he will always be painfully aware of that empty space left behind , he will always feel like something is wrong . and it will only be right when they're together like this .
they're both used to the looks -- and the comments , both whispered behind their backs , and to their faces . the people who expect them to dress identical , to be complete duplicates , like they're a sideshow attraction , or some kind of freaky robots moving in sync ( jesus , remember when he tried to get ryland to learn the bye - bye - bye dance with him ? the hell was he thinking . ) like , yeah they're identical but they're also not . for example ; the bottom of colt's hair has always been darker , and the blue of his eyes has slightly more green in it . but more than that , they're their own people -- like , pretty obviously , he thinks . colt would fail miserably in front of a class of middle schoolers , and you'd have to drag ryland kicking and screaming into the burning wreckage of colt's job -- and that's just one thing .
it started with the dibs though , that was easy for them -- well , easy as it could be for two people who just discovered they were in fact two different people and weren't too keen on the change of being othered . but toppings they could do . it doesn't matter if they end up dissecting and splitting it at the end , if that's how it went with everything ; food , clothes , school supplies . everything given or earned dumped on their bedroom floor and split between them , barters and trades , and yeah sometimes stealing -- they were boys , what do you expect .
" why am i the idiot ? " he's frowning before he even sits down , huffing and watching ryland push the chocolate in , and rolling his eyes , because obviously he's still annoyed at being reminded that he's ' the baby . ' he kicks out a leg under the table , his calf a familiar weight against ryland's shin as he takes a bite , moves the chunk under his tongue to let it melt , head tipping . " alright , what's that saying about glass houses ? do you want to tell me what number cup you're on today -- it's four , ry . because i watched you drink them with my own two eyes . " he sits back , tosses a napkin across the table , " and you know what ? speaking of , just for that nine minutes comment you're buying my next coffee . a dollar for each minute , big bro . "
@cseavers.
“ it broke again, huh? ”
for a woman who got shot, then subsequently broke her hand, and now awaiting psychological evaluation as to decide whether or not she requires involuntary commitment, rosaria sure walks around the ward like it's just another monday. she walks up to the man, who appears visibly in a worse state than her, and presses her good hand against the vending machine's glass, right above the crack. yea, she did that. that was how she broke her hand and earned herself an upcoming shrink visit. and she still never got her mars bar.
“ what did you try to get? ”
colt's a little more fucked up than he's letting himself believe , yes he's listened to the doctors and the nurses -- but why does he have to stay in bed ? his back is fine ( this time ) and his legs work , so why can't he go wander to the vending machine ? except , apparently , the universe is conspiring against him . maybe the crack in the glass should have been an obvious sign to not bother , but now he's a dollar down and his forehead is pressed mournfully to the window , eyeing the yellow bag caught in the spring like its taunting him .
he lifts his head to turn towards the voice , one hand against the iv pole he'd reluctantly drug along with him ; no use setting off any alarms , and the other also against the glass , steadying himself . " hey -- uh , yeah . i guess so . my m&m's are like , in purgatory . " a sigh , tapping his fingers , " if i'm being honest , i was kind of debating like . . . shoving my foot up there . "
“you’re bleeding.” ( daisy )
" uh , yeah -- yup . i sure am . " he's got his sleeve wedged against his nose ( this shirt is ruined forever , no way he's getting blood stains out of white ) and he can practically feel the bruise crawling from his nose to the undersides of his eyes , the lingering stinging sensation that feels like the inside of his nose is being sliced . he got hit way harder than he thought . god -- he'd been ready for a punch , and that -- jackass -- swung a damn pipe at him . where the hell did he get a pipe from ?
he hacks a cough , an ugly sound to dislodge the blood from the back of his throat while he tips his head forward , his hands moving to rest against his knees , letting the blood trickle down the curve of his mouth onto the pavement below ; a soft drip , drip , drip , between his steadying breaths . he throws her a thumbs up , a habit that's practically burned into the muscle at this point . it's certainly not the first time he's been in a real fight -- god knows , he's unfortunately had his fair share at this point , but he thinks he forget how much getting hit , really hit , hurts .
his tongue moves around in his closed mouth , prodding at the tender skin of his upper lip . his teeth are sore . that sucks ass . there's a small cut there , where he bit into the skin , but it's small enough to not be a concern . he spits , a pink mix of blood and saliva , before he stands again , and looks back at her . " you good ? i know you're like -- this is your job , but they seemed really pissed . "
“ you’re shaking . ” <3
it hurts . he hurts . its like a constant loop in his mind . pain , on pain , on pain . a circular misery he can't seem to find his way out of . he's been wedged into this corner -- all tangled up in those always drifting , racing thoughts . but they're all bad now . and he can't get out . he hurts , so bad , and he's miserable -- he's sad , and he's so fucked up and . . . and it's only been a week since he got out of the hospital . a week where his brother has been firmly , and stubbornly by his side the entire time . no matter how many times colt lies and says he's okay , that he knows ryland has work , that he'll be alright on his own ( he won't . and this is proof enough of that . that he's laying there shaking , and nearly in tears . that not only is his back screaming in agony but there is a crushing weight on his chest and a voice in his head that whispers failure , failure , failure -- )
" huh ? " ryland's voice is like a lifeline , like a light through his darkest thoughts . and he's so grateful for it , he's so grateful he can't even think of something smart to say back to him . he wants to cry , and keep crying , and never stop crying . because he feels like he's ten years old again , and he broke his wrist because some asshole kid pushed him off the top of the slide and he's gasping for air and the only thing in the world he wants is his big brother holding him together .
" oh . . . oh -- it's , um , " it's the incision site -- spinal fusion surgery . the place where they had to cut him open , had to carefully move around his spinal cord to make sure the crack in his spine didn't permanently paralyze him ; the place where he will forever have metal rods and screws holding him together . and on top of it , he gets a back brace that colt can only describe as ' industrial ' every time he sees it . the real issue is he's being forgetful , and left the very important bottle of prescription painkillers in the bathroom , and didn't take them when ryland stuck his hand in the door and shook it at him until colt put his out and accepted the bottle . and now he winces , fights to draw in a breath , and even his hand shakes when he lifts it and waves towards the bathroom . " it's -- fuck -- left them in . . . there -- "
biggest thing i got from my rewatch last night is how soft spoken colt is. i need you to know this. i need you to know colt speaks so gently to people. i understand he yells in that movie but also... look at what's going on, and he literally apologizes at one point to gail for yelling over the phone. he doesn't Like raising his voice. its so important to me that yes he's the big action guy who flips cars and gets blown up for a job but he also is so sweet, like genuinely. he's so sweet and he cares so much and he hates raising his voice and getting mad and he makes jokes with everyone and tries so hard to make everyone feel welcome around him.
