Assistant Manager Guillermo De La Cruz Pictured Here In 2009. Currently He Is Checking Out A Customer

I’m just like misha collins. I, too, came out and un came out as bi within the span of three days

I never truly understood the concept of comfort characters until I read Any Way the Wind Blows. Turns out reading Carry On was a very big part of my life

As someone who can’t draw for shit, I wanna give a huge shoutout to all the artists giving us what we really need right now (60s femme aziraphale and crowley)

Buttons and Izzy are BFFs I don’t make the rules

Me justifying the hearts raining on aziraphale and crowley and the bow tie on the floor and ~quiet gentle romantic~ so I don’t get my hopes up for anything

Rip Klara you would’ve loved People Watching by Conan Gray

Kurtis Conner’s video on goat story was a cultural reset

Me when pretty guy with wavy hair and big brown eyes and also named Ed

Ugh I can’t wait. Usually with second seasons or sequels or whatnot I get so scared they’ll ruin it, but I just find it hard to believe they will. Everyone who works on this show is so talented, and honestly I’m confident that whatever direction they choose to take in season 2, it’ll be the right one

My wishes for a possible season two are so utterly varied!!

I want them to reunite with gusto within the first three episodes, yet I also want a tantalizingly slow escalation of near-misses and stolen glances! I want Stede tracking Edward down with unbounded love, singing sonnets the whole way; but I also want Stede tracking Edward down with anguish, spurred by love but with a burning desire for answers- perhaps even retribution. I want that journey to ground Stede- bringing him down to earth and forcing him to start from scratch. But then again, I also want that journey to spur his unabashed flights of fancy- exacerbating all that makes Stede Bonnet so utterly bonkers.

I want Edward to sail as far away from Stede Bonnet as he can geographically muster, forever pushing forward until the physical distance matches the metaphorical one that Stede initiated. But I also want Edward tracking Stede down, thinking that he's with the navy, thinking that he returned to his family, thinking 101 different thoughts that have him ceaselessly searching for the man that fucked him over. I need him to hear of Bonnet's death on the mainland- I want him to believe it, to genuinely think that the man's dead; but equally I need him to clue in on the fuckery, to uncover the story of Badminton #2 and piece together the bizarre puzzle from that fateful night. I need him to hear of Captain Thomas and his bizarre domination of the Carribean; I want Ed to brush it to the side, a mockery of Bonnet's name. Yet I want him to realize, to recognize who exactly this Captain Thomas and his peculiar pirating style is.

When they do reunite, I want Stede to alternatively mirror season one, with him coming in to save an Edward who's gotten into a frightful altercation with the British; subsequently spending days sitting at his bedside as wounds tentatively begin to heal. Yet I also crave for their reconvening to be utterly novel- something that forces the two to work together before they even get the chance to speak. When they lock eyes for the first time in months, I want Ed's world to crumble at the sight of Stede Bonnet, his knees thunking the floor and eyes welling with unkept emotion. Yet there's an undeniable appeal that comes from an on-deck duel, emotions funnelled into a physical altercation. I want Stede to respond with emotional maturity, facilitated by lessons from his arduous journey at sea! Yet I yearn for the clueless, tone-skewed Stede Bonnet who goes about reconciliation in an entirely convoluted manner. I want Izzy to support the reunification, having realized that the Kraken was not the monster that he had called for, realizing that people are multi-faceted and healing is paramount. But I also yearn for him to be a little shit- desperate and repressed- protective of the image of Blackbeard and disallowing Stede's return to their lives.

I want the healing to take mere days, routine returning with the softness of the rolling waves outside. Yet perhaps even more so than that, I need this to be a months-long process of Stede proving that he's here- he's not going, he doesn't want to, he accepts Edward as a whole, never for individual parts. I want Stede to wipe the paint from Ed's face, gentle and soothing with every stroke. But I can't dissuade the idea of Edward doing it himself, sitting in front of a basin, scrubbing at the sensitive skin until he recognizes the face before him; until he believes that healing is attainable.

Starbucks is shutting down Kismet, a local Turkish cafe under the claim they serve espresso

Spoilers: they don't. It's Turkish coffee.

In the center of Alderwood Mall in Washington, there's two kiosks.

One is a creation built from the ground up (Literally. They had to install the plumbing and electric themselves.) by a married couple from Turkey. They had a restaurant before immigrating here, and chose to set up shop in a region with a huge middle eastern population. Achma, simit, baklava, Nutella Bomb (Bomb of Izmir remix), börek, and whatever baked goods they're giving a whip up are worked on as they chat with you. Turkish coffee is brewed and served in beautiful little cups, Italian sodas prepped, and with a baked good of choice enjoyed at the wrap around counter. The place has become a tiny cultural island of familiarity, where friends and families gather to chat, eat and drink.

The other is a duplicate stamp fast food kiosk by a bloated multi-billion dollar corporation that's already shut down one of its three (3) locations within the mall, leaving yet another unoccupied dead space.

For years, it's ignored Kismet's presence while it made the usual hard climb from startup. But it's gotten popular. And they don't like it.

And so they walk up to Brookfield Properties who own the mall, and whip out the contract of no one else on the property serving espresso (yes. they have that. insidious isn't it?) demanding that the Turkish coffee shop close. Here's the screamer though: They. Don't. Serve. Espresso. But Brookfield won't squirm under the thumb of the megacorp unless it's made loud and clear what a big mistake that is.

They've put up a petition to try and rally enough support and noise to get this bullshit on the news.

If you would like to help, even signing the petition will carry this forward. Reblog and share it too, and let's see if we can't give Starbucks a well-earned kick in the groin.