#If you haven't heard about the ACME vs COYOTE thing look it up

[ramblesandrambling]

Ugh, WB are shameless cunts. They cancelled Our Flag Means Death and now are using it to promote their streaming service.

I mean, 100% it's an adorable clip. That little smize Blackbeard gives Stede makes you want to giggle.

But, Zaslav, you cancelled the show, fucker. Because "it didn't have the numbers." And now you're like "Hey, you know a show everyone loves? This one!"

[thebrownssociety]

Pigs May Fly

Hey! This is just a little one-shot based off the sad news about ACME vs Coyote. I'm come up with another idea for a bigger fic, but it needs more planning.

I do not own Wile.E or Roadrunner.

When Roadrunner heard the news it felt like a punch in the gut.

Porky, the one to tell him, looked concerned. "I-i'm sorry. I t-t-though you already knew. It is on the news."

Like Toontown News were always a reliable source of information, roadrunner thought, shaking his head. He gave an apologetic beap to Porky and sprinted off to find Wile.E.

There was only one place where the coyote would be at a time like this. At home, in bed. No inventing, no teaching, just simple solitude. Roadie didn't bother knocking, just let himself in and headed upstairs. "Wile.E, are you ok?" He asked. "I just heard the news, sorry for the delay."

No answer. Roadrunner opened the door to Wile'E's bedroom and peered in. The coyote was lying in his bed, back towards the door.

Roadrunner frowned and stepped closer with a hesitant. "Wile.E?"

"Go away." The coyote said, dully.

The roadrunner shuffled for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I'm sorry-"

"No!" Quite suddenly the coyote threw the covers off of him and got up, eyes blazing. "Don't you dare say you're sorry! You and me, we worked so bloody hard on that film! And now it's down the pan for practically no reason whatsoever! It's Warner Bros who should be sorry - not you! You-" The coyote's voice broke slightly. "You've done nothing wrong."

Roadrunner looked at him hesitantly. "Neither have you." He said, simply.

Wile.E took a sharp breath and lifted his hand to his eyes. After a few seconds Roadie realised he was struggling not to cry. Gingerly - knowing how touch Wile.E was about these things - he stepped forward and embraced his brother gently. At that point Wile.E let out an angry howl and flung his arms round Roadie, hugging him so tightly he nearly bent him out of shape.

"It was meant to be MY movie." Wile.E gasped, between sobs. "MY chance to show the world I'm not just some stupid butt-monkey who keeps getting screwed over by ACME!"

"I know." Roadrunner rubbed his brothers back gently, mimicking Chuck Jones. "They may relese it though?"

Wile.E snorted and broke the hug, stepping backwards and drying his eyes quickly. "Yeah, and pigs may fly." He said, bitterly.

Roadrunner gave him a sympathetic smile and said. "You know...I haven't had any dinner. We could go out and get some? Rather than staying in being glum." He extended his wing to his brother.

Wile.E hesitated and was clearly wrestling with himself. After a few seconds though he nodded and linked arms with Roadie. "Something greasy. I'm starving."