Trippin on flat surfaces

43💫female💫she/her Kingdon truther🤞fangirl with little to no chill✨

[stardoves]

and i will always support them

[paperclips37]

Just remembered that Frank Langdon chose to keep sustained eye contact with Mel King as he discussed how filthy the human mouth is.

What a moment.

[tthedriversseat]

Filthy slut he is

[paperclips37]

Whore behaviour

[fanfictrips]

The man is a tramp….God bless him and his slutty ways

[lang-nail]

langdon’s reaction to mel not getting his jokes right away is to just keep making more jokes

the jokes aren’t even suppose to make mel laugh, the goal is for her to be like oh that was a joke and he’s like hell yeah nice, got her

[fanfictrips]

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

[drfrankenmel]

[fanfictrips]

She is the cutest person on earth…

[fanfictrips]

Hey-I’m old so I have to seek clarification on something. Why does everyone think Pball is leaving after S3 because he dropped out of an Emmy panel on 8/10? Also is Twitter the bad place cause good lord!

[fanfictrips]

My “I am in this fic too deep and should touch grass” moment of the day. I checked my email and saw that Zillow says the house I looked at in Pittsburgh for Frank to buy for Mel and the kids has gone down in price. My first thought? “He should have held out and saved some money.” 🤣

[miss-mouse99]

She’s such a cute patootie a literal princess I’m screaming

[luna-azzurra]

"How's the writing going?"

The document is open. That's the most I can confirm.

[fanfictrips]

Cries because this is so real

[divorcedfranklangdon]

happy Brand New Day day to all who celebrate

@thepittmonth Week 5: free choice

[fanfictrips]

🥵

[fic-dumpster]

[brighterthanicanfathom]

lol which one?

[fanfictrips]

Frank and Mel is that you?

[bi-files]

I’m a patron of the arts (I leave nice comments on aO3).

[byler-alarmist]

I'm a patron of the arts (I reblog on Tumblr dot com)

[fanfictrips]

This so niche but has anyone ever watched “Nick and Norah’s infinite playlist”? I’m having a brain worm of a Kingdon High school AU loosely following the plot of the movie. Basically Mel and Frank would be from different high schools. Abby goes to the same privates school as Mel. Frank is pining over Abby after she dumps him for a dude in a semi successful alt band and makes her a mixed cd she throws away. Mel takes it out of the trash (having never met Frank) and listens to it because she’s appalled Abby threw it away. It’s a very personal thing to make someone a mixed tape. She develops a crush on mystery mix tape man and has no idea she’s hanging out with him that night as they chase clues around the city to find their favorite bands secret show. It’s all one night and ends at sunrise when both of them have to choose go back to a life that is boring and lonely or take a chance on eachother.

[splattergutz]

[deadbranch]

Reblog if you're okay with receiving asks for backstory info on any/all of your fics.

If not all, specify which ones in the tags.

[and-fishing-equipment]

"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

[fanfictrips]

I wrote this as something I might use in one of my fics but it doesn’t seem to be going in that direction. I was to proud of it to delete it. Enjoy the angst!

“Give me a reason not to go to this interview.” She was begging him. Say the words, tell me you feel for me what I feel for you….say it please don’t let me get on the plane.

“I can’t.” You are the biggest coward who ever lived and she’s going to be so much better off in Atlanta and away from you.

“After all of that we’ve done you won’t say it?”

“Say what Mel?” Playing stupid suits you.

She took a shuddering breath “that you love me. That you want me.”

“You’re better off in Atlanta.” And in his heart he was sure she was. Free of his life and all its complications. Free of her obligations to her sister. Free of a nothing future with him the center of her world.

“You can’t mean that.”

“I do sweetheart. You deserve this and I hope you get it. Please let Becca know you made it safe.”

Mel turned to go to her gate. She wasn’t going to stand in the middle of a crowded airport and beg this man to love her. She stopped after a few steps and turned around.

“Thank you.” She said simply looking in his eyes. He didn’t move. He didn’t look at her. He stared at his shoes but she knew he was listening. “Even if you never speak to me again. If you take a job at another hospital or stay at PTMC and pretend we never happened, you changed my life. You showed me what I was missing when I spent my whole life afraid. You bought me dinners and flowers and books but the real gift was showing me what I’ve been missing. I’ll cherish all of it, always. You made me feel brave and sexy and wanted. I’ll never forget it even if you do.” She choked back tears determined not to cry in front of him. She would save her tears for the plane and the hotel room and the FaceTime call with her sister later. She walked as fast as she could away from him into a crowd of people. The urge to turn around was all encompassing. She was walking away from the person she knew was meant for her. Everything with Frank had felt easy as breathing. This didn’t feel natural at all.

Frank stood rooted to the spot where Mel had walked away from him for over an hour. He didn’t move. He knew she had made it on to her plane and was going to Atlanta for her interview. If he was being reasonable, he understood she would be back in four days. She would be waiting on the acceptance or rejection of her fellowship but she would be at work and he could see her there. He could watch over her the way he’d done before he opened his mouth and made the arrangement with her but it would never ever be the same. He knew too much now. He knew she made up songs of about his dog that she sang in the shower to keep him in the bathroom and out of trouble.He knew how she smiled with her eyes closed while he kissed her neck. He knew every expression on her face and what it meant from happy to sad to confused or determined. He knew all her noises and sighs. How could he have let her go?

[marsbarstothestars]

sweetie hunnie baby

and you're trying to tell me Dr Melissa King, who is grinning ear to ear from romantic attention, doesn't want to find a romantic relationship?

mmmmmkay.