#chucks and coffee

[cannot-kill-the-sun]

Just finished Bury Your Gays and i continue to be so glad Chuck Tingle is writing horror. I had to stare at the wall for like five minutes when i realised what the screenplays were. I am going to return to staring at the wall after this while reliving the last ~50 pages because what an ending

[thigh-inspectors]

[javabeachvibe]

[indubioprocoffee]

“Cas? You there?” Dean whispered. He wasn’t alone, in purgatory you never were. He could feel all the monsters lurking, waiting to rip him apart and feast on his flesh.

But he needed this. He needed to hold on and speak to Cas. Because he was the one he was doing this for. So despite the danger he stopped and leaned against the tree, closing his eyes, being vulnerable. Because maybe this was the last chance he would get. Ever.

“Cas? I don’t know if you get this … if you’ve getting any of my prayers … But I need you to know. There’s things … people, feelings that I want to experience differently than before. Or maybe even for the first time.”

“I’m quite literally in this limbo and I can’t … I can’t do this anymore, Cas. I need you. I can’t do this without you.”

“There is no going back. But I also can’t go on. Believe me I’ve tried. I’ve tried not to feel this … I’ve tried not to be this lost. But I can’t help it. Cas, I can’t help but love you. Even in this godforsaken place. You hear that? I love you! Please let me find you. Don’t let me go.”

@wigglebox

[auchocolatt]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𑊩⠀ xoxo, queen b ☕.

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[fenanera]

I personally don't vibe with the idea that Solas wants to recreate the glory of Elvhenan - because he deliberately tried to dismantle it in the first place. That was the entire point, to rip it from the hands of those that would ruin it for their own gain, and transform it into something better. Even beyond that, the tipping point was more-so to do with the Evanuris themselves and not the direction of Arlathan, exactly. Removing the oppressors would mitigate the need to oppress. By undoing one, he would save the other, and that IS a big portion of why he finally started the rebellion. I'm not saying he didn't care about the plight of the People, he absolutely did and does to this day, but there were other mounting factors that came first. Mythal's 'death' and his own corruption from his original nature was equally a large portion, and his anger towards Elgar'nan / the other more problematic Evanuris was a part of that foundation. Think of it as a "you've done A + B + C AND you've enslaved the People, this cannot stand!" Because he'd suffered their arrogance long before they started treating natural born elves as livestock.

So with Arlathan, He missed the container of it in the same way anyone would miss the familiarity of something. He acted in favor of what it Could have been, what it Should be, before learning later on that you can't hold something to an ideal it was never going to reach. You can't miss something that never was. You can't drag it kicking and screaming to the present.

His mission in general is to save elves / spirits and forge a unified Elvhen way, but it would be ridiculous and short-sighted to say that Solas wants to recreate Elvhenan Minus A Few Assholes. Especially by the end of Inquisition, we know he sees the world in a completely different light - a light that's just as convincing to tear down the Veil for. To restore the soil, you first have to fallow it completely.

[rowyn-writes]

Cinnamon and Sugar

Chapter Five

Warnings: Self hate, mentions of abusive ex, mentions of a minor character death, fluff

Characters: Reader, Dean, Michael, Jo

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

You had been living with Dean for five weeks now, and everything felt surprisingly normal. You both woke up early in the morning for work, so you got to have breakfast together. You liked having someone to talk to before going to work.

It was five in the morning as you and Dean shuffled around the kitchen in a comfortable silence. You had made some eggs and bacon for the both of you while Dean got ready for work. Since Dean passed the coffee shop to get to work, he would drop you off, and in return, you made him coffee to get him ready for the day. 

"Mornin' sweetheart." Dean grumbles as he comes out of his room, yawning. His hair was still tousled from sleep. You chuckle softly at the sight.

"Morning, Dean. Forget to brush your hair?" You snorted. Dean laughs as he smooths down his hair.

"Maybe I was trying out a new style, Y/n, ever think of that?" He sniffed, pretending to be mad.

"Aw, c'mon now, you never change up your routine, so I find that highly unlikely. And besides, you can't be mad at me forever, I made you breakfast." You set his plate down on the table, pouring a glass of orange juice for him.

"I got damn lucky to have you as a roommate." He sighed happily as he ruffles your hair before sitting down at the table, tucking into his breakfast.

"I could say the same." You smile as you eat with him. Storm was still asleep on the window seal. Despite Dean buying a cat bed for him to get into his good graces, the cat refused to actually sleep in the bed. He just sniffed at it before going back to what he was doing.

Once you and Dean were finished with breakfast, he took the plates and put them in the dishwasher, starting a load. You went and grabbed your apron for work before heading out the door with Dean, sliding into his beautiful Impala. "I hope you know that if I actually still drove, I'd totally wanna take Baby for a joyride." You joked.

Dean laughs softly, his eyes crinkling up at the edges. "You're more than welcome to drive her anytime you need, sweetheart. I won't stop you."

"Oh, um, nah." You shook your head gently. "I don't really drive anymore. I um, I got into a really bad car crash about a year ago and I don't really drive anymore because of it." It was the first time you had really talked about the car crash with anyone other than Jo or Jack.

"I'm sorry to hear about that sweetheart. Was everyone alright?" He frowns, looking over at you.

"Oh, um, yeah, I just had a broken arm. . . The other driver was okay too." 

Dean could tell that you wanted to drop the subject. "So, I was thinking, you don't work tomorrow, right? And you're done with exams?"

"Yeah, why?" You tilt your head curiously.

"Well," Dean said as he pulled into the parking lot of Chuck's. "I was thinking that tonight we go to my favorite bar and have some drinks, my treat. They're having karaoke tonight too, and I think it would be a lot of fun."

You mulled it over for a moment. You didn't drink much, but you thought this would be a good chance to get to know Dean a little better and let loose some. "I think that'd be a lot of fun, actually." You give him a gentle smile. 

"Perfect, I get off work tonight at 5. I'll pick you up and take you home on my lunch break, I don't want you walking home alone or anything." Dean gives you a boyish grin, the one that you had come to adore. 

"Thanks, Dean, you have no idea how much I appreciate your kindness." And it was true. Dean was kind to you when it felt like you hit rock bottom. Being evicted from you apartment was rough, and you never expected him to offer his home up to you. Even though you hadn't known Dean long, you trusted him, and it seems that he trusted you. You hated to think about where you'd be without him right now.

"Don't mention it, sweetheart. I'm just glad I could help you out. I've been where you've been before. My life has never been put together in the slightest, and there was a time when I had no place to go. I really could have used some help, and I want to be that person for you." He said softly, looking over at you.

"Well, I know I'm not much, but I'm here, and I can be the support you need. We can help each other." You offer him a gentle smile.

"I like the sound of that, Y/n, thank you." You lean over and give him a quick hug. 

"I'll see you on your lunch break, then. Let me go make your coffee really quick." You went in and unlocked the doors, making Dean a brown sugar latte and grabbed him a scone before bringing it out to him. "Have a good day at work." I reach through the window and ruffle his hair before heading back inside to tackle the day.

Jo was the next person scheduled to come in, and you hoped it was one of those rare days that she was actually on time. You had talked to her many times before about her punctuality, but it never seemed to stick with her. She was your best friend, and you didn't want to have to reprimand her, but it seemed that it was going to have to come to that. Thankfully, she was on time today, and you didn't have to say anything to her.

"Thank god my car started." She said as she walked in, clocking in on the computer. "I was scared she wasn't gonna crank. I really need a new car."

"Well, you're here, that's all that matters. Today's a Wednesday, so I'm expecting it to be a good day for us. This is usually our dead day, so I think it should be okay with just the two of us until eleven when Maddison comes in."

The day went off without a hitch, the customers were nice, it was a slow day, and everything seemed peaceful. That is, until the end of your shift. Dean was on his lunch break and he was waiting for you to clock out so he could take you home. He didn't mind hanging out in the coffee shop, as he found it rather peaceful. The front door dinged, signaling that there was a customer inside. "Hey, welcome to Chuck's! We'll be right w-" You broke off as you stared up at the man in front of you. Michael. You could feel your heart pounding out your chest as he glared down at you. You hadn't seen him in nearly two months, what made him want to come confront you now?

"We need to talk." He said gruffly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was 6'3 and he towered over you. It was something that had always intimidated you, especially when you were together.

"We have nothing to talk about. You need to leave." You tried to make your voice sound strong and determined, but it came out as just a small squeak. You hated the affect he had on you. For years he made you feel small, and even after the break up, he could still make you feel that way.

"Oh we have plenty to talk about, Y/n. Like how one day you just changed the locks to the apartment and had all of my stuff sitting out in the hall?"

"And you're just now wanting to talk about this, huh? You had nearly two months to reach out to me and to talk about this, but you picked now as the prime opportunity? When I'm at work?"

"Oh please," He scoffed. "You can hardly call this a job. Besides, I've been busy with other things." Dean's head perked up at the sound of arguing. He looked over at you and Michael. He could clearly tell you were in distress.

"Michael, just fucking leave. You're not welcomed here. Our relationship is over and there's absolutely nothing for us to talk about. You cheated, you were abusive, you were a shitty ass boyfriend. What else do you want me to say? I've listed a billion reasons as to why we broke up and you still can't accept that."

"Don't speak to me like that." He grabbed your wrist. "I guess I better teach you some manners." You try to pull away from his grasp. Before you could even shout for help, a fist connected with Michael's jaw. 

Dean looked pissed as he grabbed Michael by the shirt, slamming him against the wall. "What kind of pathetic coward lays hands on a woman?" He growled as he punched him again. "Come near Y/n ever again, and I swear to God himself, there will not be anything stopping me from beating you within an inch of your sad life. Got it?!"

You had never seen Dean so angry before, let alone get physical with someone. "And what's it to you, huh?! Why the hell do you care for some whore so much? Oh, I get it, you're fucking her, huh?" Michael laughed, throwing his head back.

Dean said nothing in return as he punched him once more before throwing him out to door. "Don't ever come near her again." Dean snarled before going to check on you. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you, did he? I swear to God-"

"Dean. . ." You hugged him tightly. "I'm okay, he didn't hurt me. . . Thank you for sticking up for me." You whisper, tears in your eyes. Maddison and Jo watched as Dean wrapped his arms around you protectively. 

"No one's going to hurt my best girl on my watch, I promise you that." He said lowly, gently rubbing your back. "I'm guessing he's your ex boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he is. . . I thought I was finally free of him, but he keeps popping back up like an infectious disease." You were holding back tears, not wanting to cry in front of Dean.

"C'mon sweetheart, let's get out of here." He wrapped his arm around you and led you out to his car. "Do you need me to stay with you? I can tell Bobby something came up." 

You shook your head gently. "No, that's okay. . . I don't want to impose. I'll be okay until you get off work tonight. . . Honestly, I don't even what to think about what just happened. And it doesn't even surprise me that he came here. I guess I was just hoping he'd forget about me." You ramble on, looking at your hands.

"You wouldn't be imposing, sugar." He said, his voice soft and gentle. "If you need me, I'm here, okay? There's not much goin' on at the shop today, so Bobby can afford to be on his own for the rest of the day."

You felt tears brim your eyes as you kept looking at your hands, refusing to look Dean in the eye. "I-I could use some company. . . If t-that's okay." You whispered quietly. Dean tilts your head up gently with his finger so you would look at him.

"I'll stay with you as long as you need, darlin'." He then surprised you by kissing your head. He was so caring and gentle with you, which was something you weren't used to. He drove back to the house, letting you pick the music for the drive. Once you got back, he called Bobby and explained the situation before following you inside. He grabbed some blankets and popped some popcorn. "So, what movie should we watch? Comedy, rom-com, action?" 

"You really don't have to do this for me, Dean. . ." You felt like a burden. You made Dean call out of work just so he could sit here and watch a movie with you. You were an awful friend and roommate.

"You're right, I don't have to, but I want to. . . You're my best friend, Y/n, I want to make sure that you're okay. You've had a stressful day, and you need to unwind a bit. Plus, work was slow, wasn't much for me to do. I'd much rather sit here with my favorite girl and cheer her up." He sits down beside you, draping his arm on the back of the couch. 

You leaned into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you let the tears flow. "I-I just want to be rid of him. He never let's me have any peace."

"Shh," Dean whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair. "I'm here sweetheart. . . He won't hurt you as long as I'm around, okay?" He kissed your head again, making you feel comfort. Storm jumped up on the couch, settling himself in your lap, purring softly. "See, darlin'? Even Storm's here to help you." That made the tears stream down your face harder. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Everything that you had held in from the break up came bursting out all at once, despite your attempts at pushing it down. Dean held you in his arms as you cried. "Breathe, Y/n, I need you to breathe for me, okay?" He murmured gently. You tried to breathe, but it just came out as choked sobs. Your body was shaking as you cried. Dean let you know that he was here, and that you were safe. You knew he was right. Being in his arms was the safest place for you. You knew that Dean would never hurt you, and that he would do everything in his power to protect you. 

Once you had calmed down, you found your voice. "Thank you for being here." Your voice was raw and hoarse from crying. Dean didn't mention it, he just smiled softly, kissing your temple.

"Of course, sweetheart. What are friends for?" He continued to run his fingers through your hair, as he could tell that's what was keeping you grounded. "We don't have to go out tonight, we can go some other time, I'm sure that you're tired after the day you've had."

You thought it over for a moment. "Actually, I think I still want to go out tonight. . . I just need to feel normal, and show that what he did doesn't get to me." You state confidently.

Dean grins at your confidence. "That's my girl." He let you get ready for your night out with him. You picked a pair faded ripped jeans from your draw, a black blouse, and a black leather jacket. You combed through your hair, trying to find a style you liked, eventually settling on having it braided. You came out of your room with a smile. Dean let out a low whistle as he saw you.

"You clean up nicely, darlin'." He grins. He was wearing a green flannel over a black shirt that fit him nicely and a pair of faded blue jeans. You couldn't help but smile at the compliment. 

"Thanks, De. Shall we get going?" You grab you wallet as Dean grabs his keys.

"Let's go." He smiles, resting a hand on the small of your back as he leads you out the door. You were very aware of his hand against your back. But you shouldn't be thinking about that. Dean was your friend and roommate. You couldn't risk anything. You slid into the Impala as Dean going into the drivers seat. You grinned as the car roared to life. The car was absolutely gorgeous, and you'd love to have an old car like this. That is, if you still drove. Past pains rear its ugly head into your thoughts, making you think of things you wish you could forget. You push it aside. Tonight was about having fun with your best friend.

You showed the bouncer your ID and you were let into the bar with Dean. It was packed since it was karaoke night. You and Dean slid up to the bar, you ordered your favorite drink and Dean got a whiskey and coke. "So, ya thinking about gettin' up there and singing?" Dean smirked as he looked to you.

"Me? Nah, I can't really sing." You shrugged.

"One, that's bullshit. I hear you singing in the shower all the time and you sound amazing. And two, no one who sings karaoke can sing. I'll do it with you if you sing." He offered you up a smile. You could never resist that boyish smile he had.

"I hate you, I hope you know that." Despite your words, you couldn't help the smile that spread across your face.

"Say what you want sweetheart. But hey, you get to pick the song and I can't complain."

"Oh really?" You smirked. "So if I picked a Taylor Swift song, you wouldn't say anything?"

"Hey, I can get down with TSwizzle, okay?" Dean held up his hands in defense. You couldn't help the laughter that racked through your body. 

"You did not just say TSwizzle-" You continued to laugh, Dean joining in.

"All I'm sayin' is that you can pick whatever song you like."

You went up to the karaoke machine, scrolling through until you found the perfect duet for you two. I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. "We're up next." You grin as you pull Dean towards the stage. Dean followed you up on stage, grabbing the mic. "Ready?" Dean nods as the song starts. Despite having never heard the song, he did it justice. You never knew Dean could sing. When you sang your parts together, Dean smiled over at you, his eyes gleaming. Once the song was over, he helped you down from the stage.

"Y/n, you were amazing! I knew you had a good voice, but damn, that was beautiful." He praised you, gently patting your shoulder.

"Me? Dean, I had no idea you could sing like that. You were fantastic!" You gently punch his shoulder.

Dean chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck as the tip of his ears turn pink. "Thank you, sweetheart, I appreciate it." He grinned.

"Aaand I think that some of the girls over there found your singing attractive." You chuckled as you looked over to a group of girls that were eyeballing Dean. "You should go talk to them!" You encouraged.

"Nah," He shook his head. "This night is about you and me, and celebrating our friendship." He gave you a smile. You couldn't help the small butterflies you felt in your stomach. Instead of going off with a girl, he wanted to spend time with you. But at the same time, you felt bad, because you felt like you were keeping him from having a fun time.

You felt like screaming at yourself, because you always did this. Every time there was something good going in your life, you found a way to get in your head and overthink things. You wished you could turn those voices in your head off. Sometimes those voices got particularly loud, especially in times like these. You tried to push them away and have a good time with Dean, but you couldn't help it.

"You okay, Y/n? You got really quiet all of a sudden." Dean said softly. Damnit, he knew you too well.

"Oh, yeah, it's um, it's just been a long day, y'know?" You cleared your throat, looking up at him.

"We can head home if you'd like?" He suggested, tilting his head to the side.

"No no, I'd hate to be a bother. You look like you're having so much fun, and I don't want to ruin that." You spoke softly.

"Sweetheart, if you're tired or you just don't feel up to being here anymore, you can tell me. I won't be upset. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable or feel like you have to stay for my sake. Besides, I don't care where we are, as long as we're together, I'm happy to spend time with you."

You gave him a soft smile. "I just don't think I'm in the right headspace right now." You sighed. "It's just been a long day with a lot going on. . . I promise to make it up to you."

"Don't worry about it, Y/n, we can just spend some time together and watch a movie if you'd like?"

"I'd really like that, De. . . Thank you." You whispered gently. Dean ruffled your hair and went to pay for the tab. You rode home in a comfortable silence as Dean hummed along to the radio. You were stuck in your own head again, per usual. You were leaned against the window, feeling the cool glass on your cheek.

"Are you sure everything's alright, sweetheart?" He asked, looking over to you. "You've been awfully quiet."

"I dunno, I'm just really struggling mentally today. After everything that happened this afternoon, I just feel so. . . empty?"

"I get it darlin'. What do you need? Do you need some time by yourself, or do you wanna curl up on the couch with me and watch some Dr. Sexy MD?" He questioned, his voice gentle.

"I think that spending some time with you could help. . ." You couldn't help but smile. You felt safe with Dean, and even though you were having a tough time, you knew that everything was going to be okay as long as you were with him.

[v7n5]

Saw the artwork in the back and thought about him integrating the namaste let-that-shit-go mindset into his persona way before Chuck's death and how contradictory it was of him to carry that brand while exerting power over Kim any chance he got. He was still holding onto the grudge he had against his father for not allowing him independence, which led him to feeling the need to compensate for his lack of control in the past.

What he said to Jimmy about being caught up in the idea of winning was probably a product of this “spiritual awakening” too, but what Howard failed to realize was that when you’re at the top, you’re always winning. He had never been in Jimmy’s position, never knew the toiling Jimmy had to do. He thought he was being insightful and deep but all this life lesson bs held no weight cause there’s not an ounce of mutual relatability between them. What he also failed to recognize was that he wanted to win too, in the sense that he wanted to feel righteous over everybody. He accused Jimmy of being greedy while he himself dragged out the Sandpiper case. He told Kim he was pushing her for greater things but kept hindering her upward mobility when she was still his employee (and didn’t want to let go of that control over her when she had already left, either). He preached about listening to one own’s heart but forced Chuck, a longtime friend and business partner, to leave the company he built from the ground up 23 years ago and made a whole humiliation ceremony out of it (while knowing full well the man wasn’t mentally stable). Others had their own issues but there’s so many things about Howard to look into, especially his penchant to be seen as the wise and correct one despite not knowing jack.

Howard Hamlin is the type of guy who deem the people around him as “lost” but doesn’t bother to look inward lol.

[somecunttookmyurl]

I hope you're doing okay! Physical and emotional pain together... that has to be the worst. Thinking of you 🩷

i've got a bunch of his stuff to get rid of now because i told him to come get his shit and he left half of it behind so

anyone want some gothic homeware i bought for his new house 2 christmasses ago (that he still doesn't have yet)

i'm still going out tonight but i'm meeting up with @thesealfriend instead where i will be more k-tape than woman and just so full of so much codeine

[1k17y]

ㅤㅤㅤKITTY   HAS   SHOWN   UP   AT   THE   HOTEL   SO   MANY   TIMES   THAT   CHARLIE   &   THE   GANG   AREN’T   EVEN   THREATENED   ANYMORE   DESPITE   KNOWING   THAT   SHE   BELONGS   TO   THE   VEES;   SHE   CONSTANTLY   BREAKS   INTO   THE   GUEST   ROOMS,   BREAKING   INTO   ALASTOR’S   ROOM,   IN   HUSK’S   BAR,   FREAKING   OUT   THE   GUESTS   &   STAFF.   EVERYONE   JUST   KICKS   HER   OUT   OR   YEETS   HER   OUT THE WINDOW:   “KITTY,   YOU   DON’T   LIVE   HERE!   GO   HOME!”

ㅤㅤㅤBESIDES   THE   HOTEL,   SHE   GOES   INTO   THE   MOST   RANDOM   PLACES,   LIKE   CANNIBAL   TOWN   OR   THE   I.M.P   BUILDING,

[lhedoniste]

[parasociallyawkward]

"Escape At Dannemora" (2018) directed by Ben Stiller. Showtime/Netflix

A beautifully shot and scored miniseries. A dramatic take on a true life story that becomes more intriguing as it slowly progresses.

It features a cast of quirky and charismatic performances.

There are moments of levity and awkward humor that paints a vivid picture of the absurdity of life.

Oops, wrong GIF.

But there are moments of horrific violence that are far more unsettling than any Horror film I've seen in awhile. But I also think 'The Monkey' and 'The Coffee Table' are two of the funniest movies I've seen in awhile.

Still, it does leave a few lingering questions unanswered. Like, why are Lyle and Tilly the only ones with such a strong accent compared to everyone else? It didn't quite mesh with the tone. It was like swapping out Clarice Starling for Marge Gunderson in 'The Silence of the Lambs'.

Which brings us back to adaptations of books, i.e. Horror/Suspense. (see) Stephen King.

I know Ben Stiller has some connections to King, and there's been rumors of him adapting a short story called 'Rat'.

After seeing the 6th episode of "Escape At Dannemora," I'm convinced Stiller could pull off a more straightforward genre film. Be it supernatural or more grounded, I think Ben Stiller has shown he's got a firm understanding of what makes the genre so rich with potential.

I'm thinking, if anything, certain geeks like me are already excited for what else is coming this year, in spite of all the things we are hoping we can avoid this year as well.

[fated-normal-767]

I was thinking how Energy Drinks might be too sweet or sour for me rn but then I remembered oh right they sell coffee in bottles too so !! Yippeee

HUGE WIN‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

[badkarma1998]

I am grumpy and sleepy and I would like to destroy company property about it

[ghost-proofbaby]

things i said today during my shift completely out of context that were very coffee shop blues!eddie coded:

“why don’t we just pick our least favorite ocean and destroy it instead of saving them? we have seven of them anyways.”

“i don’t know man i think the vibes of the sharks in the atlantic are off”

“the prophecy told me if i get one more lavender matcha, i get to kill myself. it’s true.”

“no”

“the guy who said ‘welcome to chili’s’ is just welcoming everyone to a different chili’s now!”

some of these are funnier with context honestly

[crossdressingdeath]

🖊 for Percy, and because its my favorite thing to ask about ocs, whats his favorite food and vice versa what foods does he hate? And is there a particular reason why he likes or dislikes those things?

(Send me a 🖊 and an OC and I'll talk about them!)

Honestly I don't think Percy's terribly selective about food. It's very much a "it's not going to make me sick so it's fine" situation, much to Viago and later Lucanis's horror. If it's not rotting, burnt, undercooked or otherwise poorly prepared he's happy! So yeah, he doesn't really hate anything. He likes fresh fruit, though. I don't know what sorts of fruit would be available in Antiva but it was hard to get when he was a kid unless he stole it so being able to have ready access to fresh fruit never really gets old for him. Also, Lucanis's cooking because he's a total sap like that.