#will they happen? who knows

[thegrandharveyspecter]

Trip to a Coffee Shop; a Harvey, Scott & Mike Drabble

[Okay, not backing out of this one! It's a chill coffee shop AU, featuring Coffee Shop Owner Scott, Homeless Mike, and...Normal Harvey lmao. Some things don't change. Enjoy- or try to. @antvnger]

Harvey was in desperate need of coffee, something he forgot to get before he left home because he was in a hurry. There were back-to-back meetings and he had to see a judge later. He needed all the caffeine he could get.

His regular coffee shops were too far from the office and he didn’t want to get something from a cart this time. He walked down the sidewalk for fifteen minutes when he came across a shop he hadn’t seen before. Maybe it was always there and he just didn’t notice because he had other places.

Little Guy Cafe

An indie place. Harvey didn’t mind indie shops but there were times where the coffee was a hit or miss, and right now, he needed a hit. A strong, strong hit. He didn’t have much time to be picky, though. Whatever happened, happened.

When he entered the little shop, he was hit with whiplash. It was like he was transported back in time. The furniture was mismatched and appeared to be from an older person’s house. The wooden L-shaped counter seemed to be the cleanest, newest thing there.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to order something?” A man behind the counter asked.

Harvey was too busy taking everything in that he didn’t notice he was there. There was no uniform, just wore a deep red T-shirt and jeans. He did have a nametag, at least. Scott.

“Yeah, coffee,” Harvey finally said, stepping to the counter. “Black.”

“Where are your manners?” Scott asked, frowning, tone clearly offended.

“Are you kidding me,” Harvey replied, dryly.

Before Scott got the chance to respond, the door slammed open and a 20-something year old kid burst in. He was scruffy in every sense, from his hair to his clothes (which had some threads loose). Kid looked like he just finished running a marathon from how hard he was panting.

“Hey, hi, I need to borrow your counter,” the kid breathed out.

He didn’t wait for permission and ran over and went on his knees, keeping out of sight. It was at this moment Harvey knew he chose the worst time and coffee shop to walk into. Even Scott seemed uneasy by what just happened.

Not long after the kid came in, a man, a much bigger man also entered. It didn’t take Harvey or Scott long to put together the situation. Harvey glanced at Scott and gave a minute nod. Time to put on a show.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harvey snapped. “You just let random kids run in, take your customers wallets, and then run out the backdoor? You ever hear of a goddamn lock?”

“Maybe next time don’t leave your wallet on the counter,” Scott scoffed, much more offended than before. “I doubt you need it anyway. Your tie probably costs more than my rent!”

Scott looked past Harvey as if he saw the other man for the first time. He looked twice as annoyed, if that was possible.

“Can I help you? I’m kinda busy right now.”

There was a moment of silence as the man took in everything that Harvey and Scott said. Kid, backdoor, new wallet, escape. In a nutshell. Eventually, the guy shook his head and started to back out.

“No, uh, no, thanks.”

He finally left. Harvey walked to the shop’s window and watched the guy run down the sidewalk. Little did he know the kid was still in the shop. Harvey waited until the guy disappeared into a crowd of people before moving back.

“Okay, kid. Danger’s gone.”

The kid hesitantly stood from his spot with the help of Scott. He looked between Harvey and Scott, smiling a bit sheepishly.

“Wow, thanks, guys,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You two were great. You actually sounded annoyed.”

“I kinda was,” Harvey and Scott said simultaneously.

Harvey rolled his eyes and Scott shook his head. The kid’s smile grew a bit, clearly amused by their behaviour. He walked out from behind the counter, placing his hands in his pockets. Harvey noticed that his clothes were dirty.

“What did that guy want with you?” Scott asked curiously, tilting his head.

“I might’ve ripped him off from a drug deal.”

“Might’ve?” Harvey repeated.

“I ripped him off. I didn’t have a choice, it was the only way I could get money,” the kid tried to defend himself.

“If I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I’d be richer than I already am,” Harvey said. “You’re young, but not so young that you can’t get a job.”

“Uh, yeah, I’d get a job if I wasn’t homeless,” the kid replied indignantly, shifting his eyes to the floor. 

Scott’s eyes softened considerably at that. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“And my ID is kinda…let’s just say, uh…” The kid was a stuttering mess. “Never mind. You don’t wanna know.”

“You’re right. I don’t want to know,” Harvey said. He started backing out. If he didn’t go now, he was going to get in too deep. “This is a waste of my time. Forget the coffee.”

Scott went from sympathetic to annoyed again. “You’re really just going to leave? Give the kid some money, you’re a walking bank.”

“None of this is my problem.”

“Unbelievable…”

Harvey Specter left the shop.

XXX

The next day at 11:00AM, Harvey went to Little Guy Cafe. He wasn’t surprised that, just like the day prior, there were no customers. It was just Scott behind the counter. He was cleaning a coffee mug when he noticed Harvey.

“Look who it is, the city’s greatest lawyer returns,” Scott said, sarcastically. “If you’re going to act like how you did yesterday, you can turn around and leave.”

Harvey didn’t know someone like Scott could be hostile, not that Harvey really knew him. The guy just seemed to have a friendly demeanour in general, and it was clearly a bad idea to cross him.

“I’ll have that coffee now. Like I said, black.” Harvey walked up to the counter, pulled out his wallet and placed a twenty on the counter. “Keep the change.”

Scott gave him a suspicious look, something Harvey couldn’t blame him for. He was doing his best to not act as condescending as yesterday. Not that he cared that much, but he really wanted his coffee.

Scott put the twenty in his till under the counter and started to work on Harvey’s coffee. While Harvey waited, he looked around the shop. For the first time, he noticed some photos on a shelf behind Scott.

“Let me ask you something, lawyer. You clearly only care about yourself, so why did you cover for Mike yesterday?”

Mike. So that was the kid’s name, good to know. Harvey shrugged at Scott’s question, crossing his arms on the counter.

“Did you see the guy looking for him? He was going to beat the shit outta the kid,” Harvey replied. “I didn’t need that on my conscience.”

“You have a conscience? Wow, who would’ve guessed.”

“It’s a small one.”

Scott snorted. “At least you’re self aware.” He finished Harvey’s coffee and passed it to him. He cleared his throat.

“Thank you,” Harvey said, dryly. “Now, has Mike been by?”

“No. I told him he could stay but he ran out as I was closing up shop,” Scott said, shaking his head. “I’m kinda worried about him. I know that’s probably a foreign concept for you.”

Harvey shrugged, took a long sip of his coffee. He hummed, satisfied. “Not bad, Scott.”

“Thanks,” Scott said, cracking a small smile. “I make some pretty good coffee.”

“That’s why this place is so full, huh?” Harvey said, sarcastically.

“Oh, man. You gotta work on your manners,” Scott scolded.

“I said thank you,” Harvey retorted.

“Yeah, but then you’ve been going back to being sarcastic,” Scott pointed out.

The door opened and Mike walked in, looking like a kicked puppy. He wore the same clothes as yesterday. Mike walked up to the counter and placed two twenty dollar bills on it.

“I’m sorry, Scott. The register was open and I just…acted on it. I couldn’t bring myself to spend it though. You were way too nice to me yesterday.”

Scott smiled, pushed the bills back to Mike. “You need it more than I do. I can easily earn it back.”

“With all these customers?” Harvey was back at his sarcasm, gesturing around the empty shop.

“Oh my god…”

Mike looked up at Harvey, smiling shyly. “Hi.”

“Hey. Listen, I-”

“It’s alright. You’re not the first person who’s brushed me off. Apology accepted.”

“What? No. I wasn’t going to apologize.”

Scott snorted.

Mike deflated. “Oh…”

“Yeah, we’re trying to work on his poor behaviour,” Scott cut in, winking at Mike.

“Why are you talking like I’m going to come back?” Harvey asked, stepping back suspiciously.

“You came back today,” Scott pointed out. “You could’ve gone somewhere better, yet you came here.”

“Scott’s right,” Mike agreed, standing straighter, smiling more broadly.

“Oh, no. I’m not getting involved with you two,” Harvey refused, scowling.

“Then go.” Scott waved his hand in a shooing motion. “But you’ll be missing out on some great coffee.”

“And great company,” Mike piped in.

“Annoying company,” Harvey corrected. “You know, I was going to give you a credit card to go buy some new clothes and get some dinner tonight. But now that you’re being so annoying…”

“Whoa! No, okay. I’m sorry,” Mike apologized quickly.

Harvey shook his head, did his best to hide a smile but couldn’t stop himself. Mike might’ve been one of those people really easy to please. Harvey reached into his pocket and searched through his wallet until he found the right card. He handed it to Mike.

Mike took it with hesitance, as if it was going to disappear or if it wasn’t real. He asked hesitantly, “Are you really sure?”

“I got more than enough money,” Harvey said casually. “Scott’s right, I'm a walking bank. I might as well try to hand it out once in a while. But don’t get used to it.”

“Thank you so much…” Mike struggled to find Harvey’s name.

“Harvey Specter,” Harvey provided. “Now go. Spend that money wisely.”

Mike smiled probably one of the happiest smiles Harvey’s ever seen. It gave him a strange, warm pang in his chest. He decided to not give it a name or pay much attention to it.

“Thank you so much, Harvey.”

“You already thanked me.”

Mike chuckled. “Grammy told me to show my gratitude as often as possible.”

“Just go. My chest can’t handle this.”

Mike furrowed his brows, clearly confused. He glanced at Scott, a silent request for an explanation. Scott shrugged, shook his head. He seemed just as confused, though Harvey had the feeling Scott was just putting on a show for Mike.

Mike finally left, going from confused to happy once again. When Harvey looked back at Scott, the guy was also smiling.

Harvey scowled. “What?”

“You just made that kid’s entire day,” Scott replied. “That was surprisingly nice of you.”

Harvey sighed deeply, starting to regret doing this. If he knew he’d be mocked for being nice, he would’ve kept being an asshole.

“Whatever. Don’t be so annoying about it.”

Harvey downed the rest of his coffee in one fell swoop. He exhaled deeply, satisfied.

“Alright, I’ve wasted enough time here. If I don’t leave now, my boss will have my head.”

Harvey turned and headed for the door when Scott called out to him.

“Hey, wait.” Scott tilted his head curiously. “Will you come back?”

“Probably not.”

Scott smiled. “Alright, I’ll see you later.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. “Goodbye, Scott.”

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,

[zytes]

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

[bananonbinary]

also worth noting that "abusive" doesn't actually mean "irredeemable" either.

there's a lot of people that have done things in the past that were bad, because they weren't taught any better, or they were in an overall toxic situation where EVERYONE was shitty (like a cult), or they were just at an especially low point and hurt others for it.

you don't have to forgive them. you don't have to ever speak to them again. you can be angry with them until you die if you want.

but society cannot function if we don't allow them to move on. to change their behavior and fuck off somewhere else and build meaningful relationships without bothering you again. we need a path for people to change, or nothing ever will.

[ayo-edebiri]

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse + text posts

[bioethicists]

every time a new SA allegation of a favored celeb arises, i'm reminded of the absolutely soul-crushing experience of the depp/heard trial in which i learned that dozens of ppl i loved + respected + trusted were also willing to engage in the basest form of misogyny if the woman Seemed Crazy Enough. there was a horrifying 2ish weeks on this website + much longer irl where i genuinely felt unsafe voicing my discomfort as i relived something eerily reminiscent of the aftermath of my own assaults playing out on screen, commented on by true crime youtubers like it was a red sox game.

it happens time + time again with every new allegation + it's truly the most agonizing + exhausting part of being a survivor. i am begging you all to consider that survivors are watching you engage with this stuff like theater + it erodes our trust in all of you + compounds our grief.

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[chloesimaginationthings]

The moment FNAF movie Vanessa knew she fucked up

[sluttypatrickstar]

i cannot fucking believe i am wheeling this out again

[some-kind-of-creature]

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[iamanartichoke]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but as a creator -

I am fine with "the audience" -

downloading my fics

printing my fics

copy/pasting or screenshotting my fics

sharing your saved copy of my fics with anyone else who might want them in the unlikely but never impossible case that my fics are no longer available on ao3

making a book of my fic(s) and running your fingers across the pages while lovingly whispering my precioussss

doing these things with anything I create for fandom, such as meta, headcanons, au nonsense like 'texts from the brodinsons,' etc

I am not fine with "the audience"

doing any of the above with the purpose/intent of plagiarizing my work or passing it off as their own in any capacity

feeding my work into ai for any reason whatsoever

Save the fandom things. Preserve the fandom things. Respect the fandom things.

Enjoy the fandom things.

[thisiswhereikeepmyseratonin]

People keep saying that the TARDIS shouldn’t have malfunctioned just from a cup of coffee but I have two theories

• The TARDIS heard that her darling newly regenerated little time Lord wasn’t going to get a cool adventure with his bestie and engineered an excuse so that he could

• The TARDIS having newly refurbished herself had coffee thrown at her nice new circuits and decided to throw a bitch fit

Look the TARDIS is the longest running female character in doctor who, has proven to be sentient, and regularly takes the Doctor to places she thinks he’d like without warning. It had to be her right?

[spooksier]

me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side