I'm still on my Transformers: Prime kick, trying to work out the logistics of my next fic (a couple of old soldiers stuck in a romantic comedy scenario where their adopted daughter drags them out on a date) and a lot of the auxiliary stuff is turning into headcanons and one-off instances from their past I might pepper in among the flirting, and there is just. So much. Almost too much. My brain can't focus on the thing I wanna write.