#I’m still moving everything around and reorganizing so I do have to create a dedicated sw space too

[kirnet]

Making my new adult room space even more mature by getting out all my pokemon action figures so I can make terrariums with them

[babyboywilson]

2k Followers Celebration Content Creator Event, Day 1: Beach

This is a special birthday gift dedicated to @castielstolemyheart! To my favorite cute person, happy birthday, ilysm! 💜

Being a bartender at a 360˚ open bar right on the beach had many perks. Dean couldn't complain. Sun and sand, free and fun. He'd only meant to take a couple week vacation here after Sammy had gone off to college, and yet here he was, many years later, still in Hawaii and loving every second of it.

The company wasn't bad either. Tourists with fun stories and coworkers who were actually awesome to work with. Everything was easy and laid-back, until a certain someone had caught Dean’ eyes, and suddenly he had no interest in the casual hook-ups offered by the tourists.

"You're the king of confidence and you can't walk over there and ask him out?" Charlie asked, leaning over Dean to grab one of the little umbrellas before popping it open and placing it in a Pina colada for a customer.

Dean snapped his eyes to Charlie before looking back out towards the beach. Towards Cas; local surfing instructor and the guy Dean had been crushing on since the gorgeous man had moved to town six months ago.

Dean had been caught breathless the first day he'd met Cas; casually making him a drink while desperately trying to make words come out of his mouth, which had gone sticky and dry at the sight of Cas.

Things had only gotten worse, or better, depending on how you looked at it. Five days a week, after finishing his surfing lessons (which Dean definitely didn't watch from his spot at the bar, eyes glued to Cas as he elegantly surfed the waves and pushed his wet hair from his dazzling blue eyes), Cas would come over and order a drink. He'd stay sitting at the bar, sometimes for half an hour, sometimes for a couple hours, just talking to Dean. They'd struck up an easy friendship, and it had fast become Dean's favorite part of the day.

On days when the rush was crazy, customers angrily demanding more Hawaiian-esque vibes to their drinks, Dean all but counted down the seconds until Cas was done with his lessons so he could unwind listening to Cas' molasses thick voice.

But the best days were the quieter ones, when Dean could let Charlie handle the few customers and he'd make himself a drink and sit down on the other side of the bar with Cas, discussing the pod of dolphins that swam past earlier that day, or a new trail just up past the coast that would be perfect for a hike.

Sighing, Dean finally tore his gaze away from Cas in his wetsuit to look at Charlie as she handed a drink to the last customer in line. "I can't, Charlie. Have you seen him? He's like an Angel fell down from Heaven, and I'm just me," Dean said, gesturing to himself vaguely. "He's so far out of my league it's unfathomable."

“You really don’t see it, do you?” Charlie asked, jutting her hip against the counter and tying her fiery red hair into a loose ponytail.

“See what?” Dean asked, reorganizing the bottles of alcohol just for something to do with his hands.

“The way he looks at you. I swear the two of you spend all day every day looking at each other when the other one isn’t looking,” Charlie said, picking up a strawberry and hurling it at Dean’s head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean huffed, plucking the strawberry and plopping it in his mouth.

“For God’s sake, Dean. Ask him out. I’ve watched you two make heart-eyes at each other for six months now. Anytime you have a day off and he comes over here looking for you, he sulks and spends the entire time telling me about you, as if I don’t have to work with your insufferable ass all day every day.”

“What’s your point?” Dean asked, finally turning and facing Charlie.

“My point is- his lessons just finished for the day, which means he’s gonna be over here any minute. Please, for my sanity, ask him out on date. Maybe then you two can stop making bedroom eyes at each other over the counter. Your drooling over each other scares the customers away,” Charlie huffed, even though there was nothing but teasing fondness to her tone. “Here’s your chance, Romeo. Go get your Prince Charming.”

Dean winced. “That wasn’t a horrific clashing of references.”

“Don’t care,” Charlie called, moving around the circular bar to serve the next customers.

“Hey, Dean,” Cas said, plopping himself down in his usual bar stool.

“Heya, Cas. Good waves today?” Dean asked, even though he knew the answer. The waves had been gorgeous, but not nearly as breathtaking as Cas had been catching the last few waves.

“Yeah, they were some of the best in weeks. In fact, I was going to ask if you wanted to go out and catch some waves with me before the sun sets?” Cas asked, looking up at Dean expectantly.

Dean froze midway through making Cas’ favorite drink- a Mai Tai- and he felt the air leave his lungs in a sharp rush. “Wh-what?”

“Unless you don’t know how to surf? I can teach you, if you don’t. Private lessons, just you and me,” Cas offered almost shyly.

Dean blinked, swallowed, and blinked again. Had Cas just asked him out? Was this a date? It was a date, right? Going surfing was a date, wasn’t it? Or maybe it was just a buddies thing? Who offered private lessons on a not-date-date? Oh God. Dean’s head was starting to spin.

“Unless you’re not interested in… this…” Cas said, gesturing between them with a nervous sound. “I um… I might have read things wrong and I-“

“No!” Dean cried. Oh shit. Wait. “No, I mean. Wait. Shit. Wait, hang on. No, you haven’t read this wrong. Yes, yes I want to go on a surfing date,” Dean stuttered, words coming out in a rush.

Cas bit at his lower lip nervously, and he looked up at Dean through his lashes. “Really?”

Dean nodded, then realized he was nodding far too quickly, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah, really. Although, I’ve only been surfing a couple times, and I’m pretty crap at it.”

“I’ll teach you if you want,” Cas said with a smile.

“I’d like that,” Dean replied, feeling the butterflies flutter in his stomach.

“So it’s a date, then?” Cas asked, looking up at Dean hopefully.

“God, yes,” Dean grinned. “Been wanting to ask you out for months.”

The way Cas’ eyes sparkled electric blue outshone the ocean a million to one. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Tearing his eyes away from Cas, Dean peered around the bar. “Hey Charlie, mind covering the rest of my shift? I’ve got a date,” Dean called.

Charlie immediately darted around the bar, bumping into Dean and punching his shoulder. “‘Bout damn time, Winchester.”

“Shut up,” Dean flushed, shoving at Charlie lightly but grinning widely.

“Did he finally ask you out?” Charlie asked, turning her attention to Cas.

Cas shook his head. “Nope,” he said, throwing a little smirk at Dean. “I asked him out.”

“Oh hell yes,” Charlie said with a laugh, reaching out to high-five Cas.

“Alright, we’re leaving now,” Dean muttered, slipping out from the bar before Charlie could embarrass him anymore than she already had.

“I’ve got a spare surfboard if you want to borrow mine?” Cas asked as they walked down towards the ocean.

“Yeah, that would be great,” Dean said, bumping his hand against Cas’ a couple times before finally sucking up the courage to link their fingers together. They walked the rest of the way with their fingers intertwined, sneaking glances at each other the whole time.

They spent the next hour out in the ocean, with Cas surfing several waves like an actual God, while Dean wiped out twice and refused to get back up out of sheer embarrassment. Even though he’d made a fool out of himself, it was by far the best date of Dean’s life; splashing water at Cas and the two of them laughing together at Dean’s desperate need for private lessons.

Sitting comfortably on his board, Dean watched in awe as Cas caught another wave, gliding across the water as if he belonged there. It was captivating and mesmerizing to watch from this close; to be allowed to stare at his date in wonder.

By the time Cas had paddled back to him, Dean had dropped himself down in the water to cool off, arms resting on the board as he looked up at Cas. The way the setting sun caught Cas’ profile was enough to cast a halo around his head, making Dean’s heart skip a beat in his chest. God, Cas was breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Let me help you up,” Cas said, pulling Dean out of the water until they were both sitting on one board, hovering in each other’s space; both of them darting looks at each other’s lips. As the sun set, creating the most romantic setting Dean had ever been in, Cas leaned forwards and kissed Dean. It was like fireworks bursting into the sunset; dizzy and electrifying and completely captivating. Teasing flicks of tongue, and yet gentle brushes of lips.

With the bright orange and pink sunset lighting the sky, and Cas’ hands sliding into Dean’s wet hair, it was the absolute best kiss of Dean’s life.

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[regrettablewritings]

Animatic/Storyboard Music

Got bored/procrastinate-y on coloring in this ultra intricate card for my mom. So I’m just gonna make a list of songs I think make for good animatic material. Because why not/I wanna foist my musical tastes on people/ @locke-writes got me in a music binge. For the most part, it’s just gonna be me explaining the meanings or the vibe or what they generally tend to be used for, but really it’s mostly subjective so imaginate whatchu wanna.

“Trust Me” - The Devil’s Carnival Originally depicting a story about the Scorpion and the Frog, it’s the perfect song for when you want to depict the dynamic between a gullible or at the very least more grounded character and a figure whose intentions . . . may be less than pure. Or good for anyone, really.

“The Dismemberment Song” - The Blue Kid I have a playlist dedicated to songs whose content and sound are just . . . not married to one another, but got a weird flirtationship situation going on. Anyway, I’ve seen people say that they like to imagine it’s sung through the POV of a scorned housewife who’s finally Had Enough™️. And . . . They’re really not wrong for it. Really, though, it’s just the right song for when a sadist is just ready to gut a fucker but is disturbingly jolly about it.

“Love Me Dead” - Ludo Continuing with my trend of songs about people in less than ideal situations, “Love Me Dead” is straight to the point: The relationship is just awful and the guy gets nothing from it, but he can’t help but be hopelessly in a state of adoration for the woman he’s latched on to (“You’re born of a jackal! YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!!”)

“Constellations” - The Oh Hellos There actually isn’t a plot to this song, it just feels really good (as all songs by The Oh Hellos are prone to be). However, if you feel a need to portray the concept of having to reorganize your thoughts after realizing that maybe they weren’t what you initially thought, and then coming to the conclusion that even though everything changes as a result, you’ll be alright? This is the song for you.

“A Kindling of Sorts” - The Oh Hellos An instrumental piece that is like . . . It’s related to another song of theirs about nationalism called “Torches”, so make of that what you will. (I personally have been using it to imagine storyboarding an opening for an animated The Witcher series.)

“The Other Side” - The Greatest Showman I know everyone and their mom has used this to portray situations like villains trying to get good guys to join their side. But I dun curr, it’s a fun song. That, and I like what Emilyamio did with her interpretation. It’s fun. For a basic rundown, know it’s another song about two characters’ dynamics being explored, with one coming to the other with a proposal that they join them in whatever endeavors they have in store. It’s often portrayed as something evil, but it really doesn’t have to be, as the original context was more about letting loose than anything.

“The Thief and the Moon” - Shawn James A much more mellow piece. Simple and straight to the point: A thief tells the Moon that he plans on stealing her light to shade the world in darkness. The Moon insists that the thief would only doom the world by doing so, to which the thief clarifies that he doesn’t care; if the world is shrouded in shadow, it means he will be able to steal with more ease (“My very existence is a race to attain wealth”). Disgusted, the Moon essentially curses the man with a warning that his greed can and will bring about his end -- and leave him to be forgotten by the rest of mankind, once it happens.

“Villainous Thing” - Shayfer James I’ve seen people say that this song is about singing to a cadaver but I can’t quite find anything confirming that (translation: I’m too lazy to look too into it). Regardless, it’s a fun ditty that yet again portrays someone with less than pure intentions encouraging someone to join him in some good old fashion villainy, as they’ve clearly endured their fair share of hardships and surely wanted to do evil anyway (“You’ll find no ever after here, it’s clear that isn’t what you came for“).

“Necromancin Dancin” - Bear Ghost Straight forward and fun as fuck: A necromancer apparently seems to cross classes and try his hand at barding by not only raising an army of the dead, but by also making them dance in order to make conquering the world easier. Because . . . a body doing Disco Duck isn’t scary, I guess.

"Aquaman” - Walk the Moon A song about one half of a couple wanting to become more involved in their relationship, but still having some nervousness about doing so. If you somehow haven’t heard this song yet, you gotta because it’s the cutest shit.

“Jenny’s Tale” - Ren I’ll be brutally honest, it’s about a woman named Jenny who just wants to get home after a long day of work and an unfortunate encounter with a 14 year old named Screech who gets way in over his head. As in, like, a death happens. That being said, I need. Like. An animated music video of this song. I imagine this shit in gritty charcoal or painted on glass, it just needs this. Somebody who isn’t me who knows what they’re doing, please look into this.

“The Curse of the Fold” - Shawn James As cheesy as it sounds, it basically boils down to not giving up or yielding. But what makes it so cool is the fact that Shawn James makes all his songs basically sound like a western gothic soundtrack. Which helps, because he admits that the title is also a reference to poker, in which giving up too often or too easily can often rob you of a delicious reward gained through perseverance and sacrifice.

“Thank God I’m Not You” - Himalayas I prefer to imagine this for an arrogant asshole of a character. Because that’s exactly what this song is about: They’re a liar and a thief, they’ve been called the son of Satan, and yet they consider themselves lucky -- ‘cause at least they ain’t you! If you have a character in mind who’s a delightful, punchable little shit, this is probably either their anthem or at least on the playlist you inevitably made for them.

"Passerine" - The Oh Hellos So there’s a common trend in The Oh Hellos’ discography that tends to explore the two founders’ experiences with faith and their growth in how they understand it or recognize it. With “Passerine”, the concept being explored is the experience they had when it came to taking a step back and realizing just how many of their supposed “fellow Christians” were actually doing some rather unchristian things, so to speak. When they “prune[d] their feathers”, it became clear that they had less in common with certain people proclaiming to be Christian while also spouting bigotry and greed. However, the desire to move away from such influences comes with the feeling of being torn, as moving too far away from the Bible leaves the singer feeling as though she is betraying something she holds dear. As a result, “Passerine” symbolizes not a breakage from faith, but a breakage from blind faith as they understood it, and the inevitable feeling of being torn that comes along with expanding upon how one views their beliefs and those around them. It’s therefore not uncommon to see Good Omens animatics using this song. (Something I also noticed is that throughout the song, you hear pieces of “Constellations”. TOH have a tendency to reference previous pieces, and considering “Constellations” is a song about changing perspective and the meanings we apply to them, it fits in beautifully with a song about reevaluating one’s stance.)

“Like the Dawn” - The Oh Hellos As stated before, a lot of TOH’s discography draws inspiration from their faith. In this case, it’s an outright retelling of the Garden of Eden, specifically when Adam awoke to find Eve had been created. What makes this iteration stand out to most, however, is that the singer is female, which seems to change the vibe you get. It sweetens the feeling of wonder we often forget the first man might’ve felt upon seeing somebody made for him, creating an air of beauty yet comfort with such lines as “And like the dawn, you broke the dark and my whole earth shook” or “You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen.” Even without the awareness or an interest in religious influences, it still manages to be a very feel-good song -- which is the mark of an overall good song in general!

“Confession” - RED Dealing with the constant battle of feeling ashamed that how you feel on the inside isn’t in sync with how you present yourself on the outside. That you should feel bad for smiling out at the world while screaming and thrashing -- like it’s a lie. But you can’t help it: It’s what you’re accustomed to. Though it does end on a hopeful note with the singer deciding that they want to reach out for help and rid themselves of this feeling of pain they have inside.

“When I Grow Up” - Matilda . . . Only if you want to cry. Seriously. When you’re a kid, everything seems difficult but you’re positive that once you grow up, everything will change: You’ll be tall enough to climb the trees you were too small to, you’ll be able to carry everything because you’re stronger, you’ll be brave enough to fight the monsters hiding in your room, you’ll finally have all the answers. . . . But life isn’t that simple. We wish it were, but it isn’t. There’s this bittersweetness about this song, about a sense of purity we unfortunately grow out of where we think things will be just the same enough for us to do what we want when we want, but things are more complicated than that. We still struggle to reach, to bear the weight, to not be afraid, to have even a fraction of the answers. But! We’re reminded that just because we’re told life isn’t fair, doesn’t mean we have to take it. After all, nothing changes when nothing happens. And even beyond that? It helps to remember that we’re never quite done growing up; there’s always more to learn, so remember to be patient with yourself.

“Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!” - Will Wood and the Tapeworms This is . . . a song. The lyrics are honestly kinda all over the place and shooting rapid fire, making it a bit difficult to discern what exactly the singer is going on about. It makes for a pretty crazy song that suggests somebody’s going unhinged, which is apparently precisely the intention?? I’ve seen a lot of people interpret this as a song about a guy who is already at a low point in his life but nonetheless is going, “. . . I bet I can go deeper. Hand me my shovel.”

“No Reason” - Beetlejuice God if i had a youtube channel the segment i would spend on this song would be so juicy just ripe and thicc with thoughts and feelings i tell ya rich like a fresh fatty peach the apple that tempted Eve and gagged Adam yes ‘Nother song that explores the dynamic between two differing people and their worldviews. At its simplest, “No Reason” is about two opposite ends of a spectrum coming to a head: Idealistic and hippie-dippy Delia is convinced that everything happens for a reason, while cynical and depressed Lydia asserts that everything happens at random and it doesn’t matter anyway because we’re all going to die. And even though the delivery is ultimately a comedic one, you get more insight as to why one another feels the way that they do: Lydia, as we’ve previously learned, has recently lost her mother to an illness, which has left her depressed and feeling invisible (a theme in the show); whereas Delia’s failed marriage and desperate attempts to nonetheless be happy have left her dependent on the idea that these things had to have happened for a reason, otherwise, her pain would’ve been for nothing. What’s important is that neither side is actually appointed as the winner, with the song ultimately ending that the universe is random for a reason.

“Barbara 2.0″ - Beetlejuice Without spoiling anything (or at least too much), “Barbara 2.0″ is about growth. It’s about learning to put your foot down after a literal lifetime of being passive out of fear of what might happen and just accepting that nothing will happen if nothing happens -- but that doesn’t make whatever happens good.

“Bleed Magic” - IDHKBTFM It’s either about a killer or a vampire. No, seriously: When Dallon Weekes was asked about what the story of the song was, that was his answer. I personally prefer to think of it as a vampire or demon of some kind, given that the song came out around Halloween. Perfect for yet another example of somebody (likely supernatural) having an upper hand on an unsuspecting mortal. ...I have way too many of these on this list, I swear I don’t have a problem —

“Feel Good Drag” - Anberlin A toxic relationship of sorts. In that it shouldn’t be a relationship to begin with. Depicts the singer being approached by an ex, who seeks a one-night stand while her current boyfriend is out of town. However, the singer is aware that trying to continue anything regardless of the situation is a moot point: Even when they were together, their relationship was doomed from the start, and nothing about that is going to change -- especially now.

“Soviet Trumpeter” - Katzenjammer (It’s kinda difficult to work with this one but I’ve seen people work with less or stranger.) Based off the life of one Eddie Rosner, a Jewish Polish trumpeter whose fame within the USSR unfortunately faded due to the Soviet Union’s heavy censorship. Even if nothing is to be done with it, it still paints a melancholic picture of a talented man’s skills being largely unknown as a result of things beyond his control. All wrapped up in a song that denotes a strange deterioration in a way I can’t quite place.

“Apple Blossom” - The White Stripes On its face, it’s a very sweet song: The singer encourages his beloved to be vulnerable enough with him to tell him her troubles and to let him “sort them out for [her]”. She’s clearly saddened, and seeing so distresses him to where he insists that he will do whatever he can to make her happy. However, the tone of the song and certain lines make it easy to twist into yet another song of a character attempting to seduce somebody into a state of vulnerability . . .

“You’ve Got Possibilities” - It’s a Bird, It’s a Plane, It’s Superman The one singular song people actually liked from this forgotten musical. Perfect for when somebody intends on giving somebody else a makeover. Y’know, after totally roasting them on their posture and clothing. If you want to add a lil something extra, know that the context is that a lady wants to give Clark Kent a makeover, insisting that in spite of his schlubby appearance, there’s gotta be something underneath. I repeat: She is telling this to Clark freaking Kent.

 “Still” - Anastasia In the context, the show’s antagonist (not bad guy, there’s a difference) finds himself torn between obligation and personal interest: Does he fulfill his duty and live up to expectations set upon him by his father and the society he’s been selected to help uphold? Or does he let a woman he has become fond of go? Is she truly as innocent as she claims? Or is she well aware of what she’s doing? And every time he thinks he’s reached a conclusion, he can’t help but thing, “But still . . .” Good for when you want to portray a character conflicted between obligations of politics and what their heart wants.

“Two Nobodies in New York” - [title of show] Two young men plan on entering an upcoming theatrical festival but struggle with what to even submit. This song in particular focuses on them trying to figure out what to even write, the concept of fame, and if wanting the certain things that may come with fame can mean anything from being sell-outs to getting a sitcom. It’s admittedly specific, but it’s a cute and funny interaction between two guys who are, for the most part, actually in sync with their thoughts and anxieties. For the time being.

“Into the Unknown” - Idina Menzel Look, I refuse to watch that movie. I just do. But I will take this song over That Other One any day. Mostly because I personally like to imagine that the singer in this song is about to embark on a Pixaresque journey after accidentally leaving her home during the night of The Wild Hunt, accidentally separating her spirit from her body and thus giving her a very limited time to get back to it before she remains a soul trapped in a whirlwind of ghosts forever. But first: Let’s sing about that strange howling that coaxes her so.

“You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid” - The Offspring I sure do long songs that can characterize a shithead . . . Anywho! The smoothest way to go is just to portray some cocky, manipulative shit who’s used to just lying and cheating their way to get what they want before slipping away without any consequences -- to a point. There’s the option of portraying the betrayer’s comeuppance, but there’s also the frustratingly delicious option of just letting them get away with whatever to lie another day.

“Why Should I Worry” - Billy Joel When in doubt, go to earlier Disney. Because like it or not, they had some bops. And when in the need of portraying a happy-go-lucky (probably idiotic) doofus and his more neurotic or cynical friend going about their life with the former just Mr. Magooing it while the latter suffers more realistic consequences? You go with this song. If you want. That’s just me.

“Transformation” - Brother Bear For when you want to invoke a mystical or otherworldly feeling. There’s really not much more I can say except to encourage you to listen to it and watch the scene if you can find it. You’ll get the vibe.

“No Girl’s Toy” - Raggedy Ann and Andy: A Musical Adventure It’s a big shame this movie is relatively unknown and never got a proper VHS release or anything -- mainly because the music in this cult classic is definitely stuff I could see becoming standards. I could see people performing “I Never Get Enough” for little shows, or recycling “Blue” for a different show. Thankfully, somebody was able to upload a clear enough sounding recording of “No Girl’s Toy”, so at least we have that. In context (just...follow me on this), Raggedy Ann’s brother, Raggedy Andy, has had enough of being subjected to “girly things” while in the nursery. Additionally, though, the way the song was written means it can also be interpreted as just a guy who refuses to let himself be yanked around regardless of how thick the sugar being laid on him is. . . . If you wanna poke fun as a character for trying to appear tougher than what he is, here’s the song. (That being said, Andy is a sweetheart at the end of the day. No amount of tough-fronting will hide that.)

“I Enjoy Being a Girl” - Flower Drum Song (It is by sheer coincidence that this song follows the above.) Really, it’s exactly what it says on the tin: The singer enjoys being a girl and what all it entails for her. She loves her feminine form, she loves the attention she gets, she loves dolling herself up, she loves frilly dresses, and she hopes to one day marry a guy who enjoys “having a girl like [her].” And honestly? Good on her! Love whatcha love, lovely! Seriously, though, it’s a cute song for anyone who just wants to indulge in some girliness.

“Chip on My Shoulder” - Legally Blonde Come on: It’s Legally Blonde. You know what this bop is, or at least have an idea of it. But since I love this song, I’ll indulge: Disheartened by her failure to both win back her ex and succeed in the fast-paced environment of Harvard, the normally bright-eyed Elle is ready to call it quits. That is, until junior partner Emmett gets involved. Unimpressed by her story, Emmett reveals that he got to where he was by busting his ass due to having a chip on his shoulder from his rough beginnings — and maybe a chip on the shoulder is exactly what Elle needs to survive. And as somebody driven by spite, I can appreciate that kind of message. Anywho, it all in all is a song about growth and learning how to be “driven as hell” to keep up with an opportunity that may not be easy to take, but is not one to be passed by.

“What Do I Need with Love?” - Thoroughly Modern Millie “What Do I Need with Love?” asks exactly that: He could date a different girl every night of the week if he so wanted, and never once had any desire to go steady before. He considers himself lucky to have never fallen for anyone -- until now. Which he’s not! He’s not in love. ...He totally is and, by his own admission, he’s got it bad it’s terribly adorable.

“Interlude IV” - Zach Callison The entire album is actually a narrative about a failed relationship of Callison’s and I’m sure the other songs are just as great fuel for animatics -- I’m just too caught up on listening to this one over and over. Sometimes, we just wanna listen to Steven Universe cuss and be openly furious. Seriously, though, even without the context of the rest of the story, you get the idea well enough: A spiteful Zach decides to get back at the one that broke his heart in such a painful way, whereas a well-meaning friend insists they just leave it be and move on. While this technically would be the better and healthier option, Zach is just too far gone with rage to let it go and decides to take care of things by himself.

“Evermore” - Beauty & the Beast Look, I know the remake wasn’t anything crazy. But also I don’t honestly care too terribly much. Besides, this song was nice and it really gets me after that key change. We all want a royal doofus to be enamored enough with us to let us go for our own happiness but still know that their life will forever be changed because they met us. Animate that shit. Over and over.

goddamn this list is long lemme just stop this now byyyyeeeee

[jack-kellys]

it’s fizz, with another fic, another au. idea lowkey stolen from the lovely @vioislit, but she has input don’t worry :)

anyhow

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“super” broke

words: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, pain description, passing out...yes that’s all

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Jack

Jack didn’t actually like being late.

Crew was supposed to be at tech way before the actors, and yet here Jack was, earning a disappointed glare from his stage manager. Especially as her ASM, assistant stage manager, he should be ten minutes earlier.

Another thing Jack didn’t like- or understand, really: why was he, a design major, assigned to assistant manage again? He could’ve helped design this whole set instead of attending rehearsals and taking notes and all the damn reading he had to do and the organizing and piles of paperwork… Well. Maybe he was assigned this to reorganize himself, actually. God knew he’d been wildly caught up in...himself.

Jack had reason, of course. It wasn’t some self-absorbed thing (for once, Spot would say). He was genuinely busy outside of Shakespeare In Love—he had semester courses that were finishing up and finals were damn near literally creeping up his asshole, he swore. He had an entire art project to do that in actuality would have taken him two months...if he didn’t have only two weeks to do it.

Jack groaned inwardly as he set up his laptop backstage, nabbing his printed pre-show list to start checking things off around the area. He was used to burying himself, but lately the soil felt suffocating. The show—which had turned out to be much bigger than anticipated—his classes, upcoming finals, and...y’know.

The whole superpower thing.

Back in September, when Jack was working a play and running the lighting board, he’d been alone on headset and bored. He hadn’t learned much about sound design yet, so of course he was messing around. The spotlights weren’t up on the catwalk yet, their PSM wasn’t anywhere to be seen, and no one’s voice was crackling over the headset. Jack was idly turning dials on the soundboard as a result. Because Jack—and he knew this—was an idiot, he turned one of the many colored dials way up to one side. He’d done it before to a few different dials and nothing had happened, so he figured ...Wrong. He figured really fucking wrong.

A piercing sound struck horizontally in his skull, like it's lightning-bolt points were stabbing through his brain and out of his ears. His hands lost feeling and he tried to cry out, eyes squeezed shut, though he could only emit a small gasp of agony. Honestly, Jack couldn’t feel much of anything with the blinding pain at the forefront of his nerve endings. He knew his knees were to the ground now, he sure as hell wasn’t standing with his legs heavy as lead. It wouldn’t end, it seemed, the pain still as powerful as it was initially. If his hands decided to be useful, they could switch off the dial, or take off his headset, but for now, they were set on feebly attempting to protect himself. For some reason, he’d stuck his hands out and away, like the pain source was right in front of him.

Then, the brain-burning feeling dropped away, and Jack carefully opened his eyes to find a slightly opaque blue forcefield surrounding him like a bubble. He shifted to one side, and the blue moved with him. He sat up, and it adjusted. Jack broke out into an astonished grin. How the fuck had he gotten a forcefield from a sound board? Not like he cared how he got them—all that mattered was that he could make a forcefield with his fucking hands and that was the coolest shit he’d ever seen.

So that was the whole ‘superpowers thing.’

Since that day, Jack had been experimenting with himself, hence why everything else was becoming even more heavy on Jack’s back. He couldn’t help but dedicate real time to figuring out this random new ability. Homework kind of took a backseat to mysterious abilities.

Jack would find himself a private area in between classes—secluded enough not to simply be found but reasonable enough to not look sketchy—and just concentrate. Envision the blue around himself as he held up his hands, eyes scrunched closed. Picture its shade, a stark and royal blue, but still able to see right through it.

“Jack.”

The pulse of something so close to being emitted from his palms.

“Jack.”

Feel the zap of energy between his ears, somewhere deep in his brain-

“Jack FUCKING Kelly! You in there?”

His gaze finally focused back in with a gasp. Someone was whapping his cheek.

Oh, god. Right. Shakespeare. Shit. He was still standing backstage, and was apparently staring at nothing.

“Hi Sarah, um,” Jack chuckled sheepishly to his stage manager. “I, uh...dissociation’s a bitch, huh?”

Sarah Jacobs frowned. “Technically true,” she muttered. “Just get back to it. Actors are called in twenty, so make sure your side’s all set up.”

“Thank you, twenty,” Jack sighed with a smile as her boots padded away. Thank God he was on her good side. Sarah was one of the toughest seniors Jack had ever come across. Her glare could probably cut straight through a freshman’s heart.

Jack had finished setting in only ten minutes, about to decide to help the other ASM when something blinked out above him and a loud “SHIIIIIT, Jesus…” called from the back of the house.

“Oh God, Spot, what happened?” Jack groaned, glancing up towards the lights as he came center stage. A whole line of them had gone out. Shit. “The hell did you do, man?”

“Whatever it is, you’re dealin’ with it!” Spot yelled back. “I’m going over cues in three minutes. You figure it out, Kelly.”

He was on Sarah’s good side. Not Spot’s, despite he and Jack being in the same grade and shared many classes together.

“Fucking….fine.” At least it would give him something to do.

Jack’s investigation led him outside, unfortunately. He shivered against the cold as he checked the power box, only understanding what about half of the switches meant. Conlon never gave him a damn break, did he.

A gust of wind blew through him, making him shake like a damn leaf in addition. Fuck Spot rights, Jack decided spitefully.

“Uh, hello- hi?”

Jack paused, turning around to see leaves swirling in the air still as well as a curly-haired kid staring at him with wide eyes. He looked freaked.

Jack’s lips pursed, hand coming up to gesture.

“Did you…” Jack pointed to the kid, then in the direction the leaves were blowing.

“Yeah,” the kid nodded hesitantly, “I was running-“

“You were running?” Jack scoffed, surprised. “And it created a damn windstorm?”

“Well, yeah, what’s it look like?” The kid shrugged, taking a few steps closer to Jack. “Maybe don’t...tell anyone, okay?”

He looked rather vulnerable, eyes shifting around their surroundings in search of other possible witnesses. A pang of sympathy struck Jack’s heart, he couldn’t help it.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Jack smiled. “I’m Jack. You can trust me, I promise.”

Jack watched the guy breathe out a small sigh. “I’m Anthony,” he smiled slightly, sticking out his hand. “And thanks.”

Jack’s smile grew. “Nah, nah, I get it. Gotta keep your identity secret, and all’a that.” He shook the kid’s hand as Anthony let out a small laugh.

Something white and hot zig-zagged up Jack’s arm at the contact. He felt his whole body nearly vibrate, and then he blacked out. This really wasn’t Jack’s goddamn day. ——————

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[sunnycurran]

i’ll be your girl

Ship: Maddie and Sunny

Words: 1,679

For: @maddie-swann

Sunny has some thoughts about her upcoming wedding; a chance encounter with an old friend helps her clear her mind and find her balance.

Sunny loved bright, clear days; she loved being able to prop open the door and throw open the cafe-style windows she’d had installed in the storefront a few years ago. It was a slow day, which was honestly okay because it wasn’t a great day, all things considered—her left side had gone wonky, so her cane was taking a lot of her weight, and everything her left eye saw was a little blurry. But it gave her time to sit with her face in the sunshine and soak up the feeling of sitting in her bookstore. Everything in here felt like Aunt Caro—like Sunny picking the wood for the bookshelves by teething the samples on the floor; like Caro and Sunny picking the rug by rolling on them together; like Aunt Caro letting Sunny spend an entire week over Christmas taking down every book and tchotchke from the shelves, dusting and cleaning and reorganizing her way through her latest break-up.

Everything in here felt like home. She knew it all, she’d touched every centimeter, and for the last few years it had been hers and hers alone. The thought of letting in someone new made Sunny’s chest tight in a way that had nothing to do with her other symptoms, and she didn’t have to be a writer to know that “letting someone in” wasn’t just a metaphor.

She liked Maddie. Their dates always ended in laughter, and they certainly weren’t a bad kisser. Sunny couldn’t help but want to be around them, and she’d never quite felt the same way about anyone else—she didn’t think the feeling blossoming under her ribs was love, not quite yet, but she had the sneaking suspicion it might come to it. Even sitting here, she was waiting for Maddie to come by so they could talk about their days; earlier, someone had brought a corgi into the store and the first person she’d wanted to tell was Maddie. They were everything she’d ever dreamed about in a partner: funny and witty and gorgeous and smart, someone who really seemed to want to know what she thought.

They weren’t going to be moving in for good until after the wedding, but they’d slowly been moving some of their things into Sunny’s apartment above the shop to make the transition easier. The nights and weekends they spent together were some of the best Sunny had had in a while, and she hoped Maddie felt the same way.

It felt crazy, four weeks ago when she’d called her Aunt Caro and said, “I need you here in July for my wedding.” Trying to explain the whole thing had taken a while, especially since Caro had been on the side of a mountain in Portugal with spotty service, but eventually she’d at least understood “please come home,” even if Sunny had to explain the rest of it again once she picked up Caro at the airport tomorrow.

Shuffling feet at the door made Sunny look up from her thoughts, and she smiled when she saw who’d come in from the street. “Kai!”

The tall man grinned and set an iced coffee on the counter, sliding it over to her. “Hello, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t know you were back in Portland! I would have called you for dinner.”

“Just a layover,” he shrugged. “I’m out again in the morning. But I couldn’t leave without coming to see you at least, kid.” He ran a hand through his long hair and ducked behind the counter and slouched down into the second chair, pressing a kiss to Sunny’s head on the way.

“Well that’s just not fair, and you’re going to have to make it up to me somehow,” she pouted. “It’s been months since I’ve seen you, old man.”

“I thought the coffee would be a good first step. And the fact that I’m in this god-forsaken city for less than 24 hours and I’m choosing to spend them with you.”

“Mmm,” Sunny hummed around her coffee. “Life as a rockstar is hard, hmm?”

“Fuckin’ terrible. I can’t believe I let you talk me into it.”

“I just wanted an album dedicated to me. Maybe a Grammy, who knows.”

///

Sunny rolled over, throwing an arm over her eyes and cursing the fact that her partner was a morning person who’d already opened the curtains. The bed dipped dramatically as Kai through all of his weight onto it, rolling to the center and throwing one huge arm around Sunny’s waist; she threw a leg over his hip and kept them rolling until she came out on top, pressing a kiss to his chin. “You’re ruining my life, you know.”

“Yeah, just terrible, having someone to lift all your boxes and reach the high shelves and cook you dinner all the time. Someone should turn me in for cruel and unusual punishment.”

“You’re a grumpy old man who hogs all the hot water and makes me get up at unreasonable hours even though you dedicate most of your energy to keeping me awake.”

“Eh, you love me.” He shrugged.

“I do, and I don’t know how I will ever get over the fact that you can’t love me back.” Kai pretended to grimace, like he always did when Sunny joked about his aromanticism, the way she did when he made bad pansexual puns. She rested her head on his chest and hummed thoughtfully. “Now please commence in making up this early morning hour to me with doughnuts.”

///

“So what’s really happening with you these days, kid?” Kai gestured to her with his beer bottle, grinning as he took another drink.

“You’re going to think I’m crazy.” She stared down into her bowl of pasta, trying to figure out whether it was the same size as her head or bigger. Maddie had been fine spending an evening back at their apartment bingeing netflix—and they’d even promised not to finish The Good Place without her—so Sunny could go to dinner with an old friend. She couldn’t figure out whether she felt guilty or not for explaining her relationship with Kai to her fiancé, but how did one casually talk about her aromantic ex-boyfriend with whom she’d once been madly in love before they’d decided to be platonic (and maybe a little sexual) life partners and continued to live together for two years and then stayed best friends when said ex-boyfriend left to be a sort-of-famous musician? It wasn’t lying to say they were friends, but her stomach twisted a little at the thought that she might have misled Maddie. She took a sip of her water. “I’m getting married next week, actually.”

Kai barely contained a spit-take; the couple at the next table over looked over in concern. “No shit! You’re kidding. Tell me everything.”

She did, over the course of dinner and several courses of dessert, explain the whole thing to him, and yes, it did sound a little crazy. But the more she talked, the more she hoped he would see how excited she was; no one really knew her like Kai, and she hope he trusted her judgment enough not to think she was stupid. He stared at her in silence for a while, one eyebrow raised as he watched and waited to see if she was going to add anything else.

Finally… “Good for you,” he said.

“Really?” It was Sunny’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “You’re not going to lecture me on stranger danger or making rash decisions or marriage being a sacrament that I shouldn’t step into lightly?”

“Am I going to say anything Caro hasn’t already said?”

Sunny snorted. “No.”

“Don’t worry, she’ll come around. She’s just still upset we didn’t make babies while we could.”

“I mean, she’s right, they would have been gorgeous, but we never could have managed it, in the end.”

Kai reached across the table and took Sunny’s hand, rubbing her knuckles slowly. “Look. You’re an adult. And would I have done the same thing? Definitely not, but that doesn’t mean you made a bad decision. We’re different people. And I think, if you’re as comfortable and happy as you seem, then you’re doing what’s right for you. You’ve never been good at being alone, even though you’re good at pretending you are.”

Sunny dropped her head to the table and groaned. “Caro said that, too. At least, like, generally, and after a lot of truly obscene language she’s been learning from sailors around the world.”

“Sounds about right.” He shrugged. “What else is up in Sunny World?”

Exhaling through her nose, Sunny sat back up and took a purposely huge bite of pasta so she could think. “Honestly, that’s kind of it, babe. Sorry I can’t provide you with more delicious drama—you’ll have to actually use that big brain of you for an album.” The waiter came over as Kai was whining like a child, and Sunny could see him trying not to laugh at the sight of such a large man making such an incongruous sound. “Please ignore him,” she said. “He’s never been fit for polite company in his life.”

///

Sunny laid in bed that night and thought about the ring waiting in her jewelry box for Maddie’s hand, which Sunny was kind of obsessed with—the way they talked with their hands, the way they made a living creating something with them, the way their fingers twined with hers.

She felt ready to give that ring to Maddie in front of witnesses, to smile and kiss them and start building something with them. She felt ready to give Maddie more than a couple of drawers and an extra toothbrush—maybe not to give them everything of her just yet, but to start. To build something with another person who she cared for.

Sunny fit here, in her bookstore, with her cats and her traveling aunt and her bizarre partner-ex-partner.

Sunny fit here, in her bookstore, and she thought that Maddie just might, too.

[domina-alba]

Seditionis Adamas

XVIII

Reorganizing and taking stock of supplies was something Domina knew Pearl usually did. But it wouldn’t hurt to do it again. She needed to do something to occupy herself, to avoid looking at the approaching ground outside. She had asked the Renegade to fly under the pretense of not knowing where the barn was. A blatant lie that earned her a confused look from Steven. Domina moved to refold her clothes and saw Yellow Diamond staring at the power source they had retrieved from the moon. They hadn’t spoken since their argument. Domina sighed, might as well start now.

“Something wrong with it?” She asked moving closer to where Yellow was sitting on the bench across from the engine room. The Diamond didn’t look at her.

“Other than it being several millennia out of date, no, it works perfectly. Should be able to power whatever kind of monstrosity we manage to cobble together, shortly before the whole thing falls apart in the planets upper atmosphere.”

“We’ll make it work.” Domina said. Yellow Diamond snorted.

“If you say so.”

“Is that what a ‘barn’ is supposed to look like?” Yellow Pearl asked from where she was standing towards the front of the ship.

“I mean, not really. Peridot and Lapis have made some changes, I think that morp with the birdhouse is new.” Steven said

“Morp?”

“It’s what they’ve been calling art, mostly sculpture.” The renegade said, Domina smirked, last year she had spent the better part of a day looking at the duo’s ‘Meep Morps’ while she was waiting for Pearl to reform. Yellow Pearl scoffed.

“A peridot and lapis can’t create art.” She said.

“Why not?” Steven asked, though Domina was almost positive that he knew the answer to that.

“That’s not what they’re... What in stars name,” Yellow Pearl said. Domina turned to hazard a glance at the ever approaching ground. The Flourite permafusion was the easiest to pick out, but the area around the barn was clustered with people. Domina pulled her eyes away as she felt her stomach begin to lurch.

“Lars and his crew are still on planet then?” Domina asked putting the refolded clothes away.

“Yeah! He’s going to baking school.” Steven said.

“Well that’s a leg up from stealing ships I guess.” Domina said smirking at Yellow Diamond who just looked back at her blankly. Oh right. That was going to take some explaining.

The ship landed several moments later and Steven effortlessly picked up the power source and carried off the ship. In the area immediately surrounding the craft, Lion was sleeping curled up against the barn, Rhodonite was handing tools to Flourite who was working with Lars and Peridot on an ancient Roaming Eye, pulling out systems it looked like. Sadie and the Rutile twins played with some sort of... orange animal?

“Hey guys!” Steven said setting down the power source gently on a crate.

“Hey Steven.” Sadie said looking up from where the orange... thing was now licking her face. The others gave their greetings which trailed off as both Diamonds stepped out of the Styx.

“Oh, the group has returned from the moon everyone!” Padparadscha exclaimed. Lars sighed.

“Yeah, thanks Padparadscha.” He said before walking over to Domina. He glanced nervously at Yellow Diamond behind her. “Yeah, Steven’s dad said that you were... back in town.” He said awkwardly. Domina snorted.

“Yes, I suppose that's one way of putting it.” She stepped slightly to the side and gestured back at Yellow. “Steven said you know who she is. Yellow, this is Lars, he’s captain of the crew that stole the Sun Incinerator last year.” Lars tensed, along with practically everyone else in the area. Yellow Diamond frowned.

“You expect me to believe that an organic and a ragtag group of off colors snuck into a top security hanger and stole an experimental craft?”

“I... I mean yeah, it’s probably the coolest thing I’ve ever done.” Lars said with an awkward shrug.

“Yeah it was!” Steven said from the side. Yellow Diamond sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“I am positive you weren’t pink the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, that’s a long story.” Lars said rubbing the back of his head.

“So is everything with this cursed planet.” Yellow Diamond muttered.

****

There was no possible way this ship was going to work. Domina knew it, she had to. Yellow Diamond paced along the beach.

The remainder of the day had been spent at that eyesore of a building listening to these idiots trying to figure out how to make a working trans-universal spaceship function from, well, junk. Sure, their dedication to the cause and willingness to help was admirable. Some gems that had actually belonged to her court wouldn’t go that far, not without prodding. But, this was a waste of time, it would be easier to concentrate on fixing the galaxy warp, go directly to Homeworld,

and then... probably end up getting everyone involved shattered.

Yellow Diamond sighed and sat on the sand gripping the top of her head. They couldn’t do this, she couldn’t do this. She was going to be stuck on this planet forever.

“Hey uh, Yellow Diamond.” The hybrid-Quartz said. Yellow Diamond straightened herself immediately and shot the child an annoyed look. She was surprised he was even out here. White’s former pearl had been keeping him at a distance since she shoved him earlier in the day.

“What do you want Rose Quartz?” Yellow Diamond asked, she then looked up at the darkened sky, the Ipre Cluster was 97 degrees above the horizon. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“I mean... kind of, but I’m alright. I was just wondering if we could talk.”

“Your Nacre bodyguard is going to allow that?” Yellow Diamond said keeping her eyes trained on the sky.

“Pearl went to see Sabina, and everyone else is in the temple or asleep.” Steven said, He had moved closer towards her and sat down on her right.

“Oh.”

“So um...” He started, trailing his fingers through the sand. “Have you ever built a ship before?”

“That’s not what diamonds do.” Yellow Diamond said with a scoff.

“Domina did.”

“Domina shouldn’t have.”

“You didn’t really answer my question.”  Steven said. Yellow Diamond looked at him, his face was eager, trusting, actually interested in what she had to say.

“I regularly make modifications to my personal one” Yellow Diamond said, something she really should have assigned a peridot to do.  “But no I’ve never built one from scratch.”

“Oh, cool...” Steven said, he slipped off his shoes and crossed his legs. They were silent for a while “You can ask me one now if you want,” He said finally breaking the silence that had been tempered by the rolling waves. “Me and Domina take turns asking questions usually.”

“Well why don’t you go talk to her then?” Yellow Diamond said with an eyebrow raised, then she wondered if that had counted as a question.

“Because I’d rather talk to you,” He said, then looked at her expectantly. Yellow Diamond sighed.

“Very well, your defense said that you gave yourself up, why?” She asked. Stevens smile faded.

“Oh... well I...” Steven looked out over the sea and drummed his fingers on his legs. “I was just trying to protect... I thought my mom really had... shattered Pink Diamond.”

“You’re not the only one,”

“Yeah, so I... felt like I had to pay for what she did.” Steven said giving her a serious look.

“That's it?” Yellow Diamond said with a frown. Steven blinked at her.

“What?” He asked “Should there be more?”

“Well I...” Yellow Diamond said. “I don’t know.”

“So did you know that Peridot could move metal with her mind?” Steven asked. Yellow Diamond shook her head.

“Not 5XG specifically, though it’s not that much of a surprise.” She said. “In every gem type there's a certain level of variation. That's part of the reason your mother was such a successful opponent.” Yellow Diamond said.

“Wait really? How?” Steven asked, he was more alert now, the same expression Domina used to get on her face every time Yellow discussed White Diamond.

“Rose Quartzes were created to be able to care for humans, and stimulate plant growth, your mother’s powers however extended to being able to repair cracked gems. It made fighting her...” Yellow paused. “Irritating.”

“Wow, so there are other peridots that can move metal like that.”

“Probably. Not that it’s necessary, they have limb enhancers.”

“It’s still cool.” Steven said. Yellow Diamond rolled her eyes. Her turn.

“How did you neutralize the cluster?”

“Oh! Me and Peridot drilled down to where it was and we were going to destroy it but I convinced it not to form, and instead for all the shards to talk to each other.” Steven said. There was no proper word to describe Yellow Diamonds expression other than perhaps befuddlement, even that though was a gross understatement.

“I... that shouldn’t even be possible.”

“Yeah it was kind of a weird day over all.” Steven said.

“Do you ever have normal days?” Yellow Diamond muttered looking up at the stars again. Steven grinned

“Sometimes. So...did Pink Diamond have a ship?”

[epchapman89]

Ian Williams of Deadstock Coffee: The Sprudge Interview

Ian Williams worked his way up from janitor to shoe designer at Nike, then left it all to start his dream cafe: Deadstock Coffee, a hub of Portland design talent and cultural force located in the city’s Old Town district. Self-described as “snob-free coffee,” a single guiding mantra drives Deadstock: “Coffee Should Be Dope.”

It’s a sentiment that’s hard to argue with, and the coffee—roasted by Williams himself, at Portland co-roaster facility of note Buckman Coffee Factory—is indeed delicious. A sharp focus on accessibility runs throughout the menu, which includes house specials like the “Lebronald Palmer” (a blend of coffee, sweet tea, and lemonade) and the “Charged Up” (green coffee extract and Green flavor Kool-Aid). “I don’t really do light roast,” Williams tells me over a mug in the shop’s busy entryway. “I just want to make good, even, mellow coffees.”

Conversations here are punctuated by greetings, departures, and casual updates from regulars, making for a space that feels alive with vibe and running dialogue. People talk to each other at Deadstock. A white board next to the cash register records the day’s specials, the current soundtrack, and what the staff is wearing on their feet. You want to look nice showing up here, in a low key way. Come wearing something you like—a pair of shoes, or a coat, or a cool t-shirt—and Williams and his team are bound to notice, and use it to jump off a conversation.

Making a LeBronold Palmer.

Over a series of visits for this article I meet, in no particular order, multiple local artists, writers, local coffee heads, the leader of the neighborhood council, the landlord, the barista’s dad, various other stylish Portlanders of a creative extraction, and Williams’ own mother, who bakes the shop’s mascot pastry: Butterscotch Trap Cake. It is a riff on poundcake, tea cake-like loaf of textual duality, with a crunchy top and deeply satisfying golden base. (You may be asked to decide between an end piece and a centerpiece. There is no wrong answer.)  There are typically at least three to five designers in the shop at any time, easy to spot by the stickers on their laptops and two-at-a-screen flow of revolving meetings. More work gets done in this space than just about any other venue in town, including actual offices. The music is always good.

Coffee fuels it all, but in a subtle way—you don’t have to know everything about coffee to feel good here. It is absolutely unlike any other cafe in Portland right now. I mean that as a compliment.

Inside Deadstock Coffee

There is a seamless blending of coffee and sneaker cultures, which feels effortless in Williams’ hands, but is the stuff a thousand design decks are made of. What they’ve found at Deadstock is an expression of the cafe space as a unique statement, a conduit for a unique individual voice, rarer than any ungettable nanolot Gesha. Indeed, each day to its dedicated clientele in the heart of Portland’s oldest neighborhood, Deadstock is sourcing and serving the scarcest of coffee commodities in 2018: originality.

I spoke with Ian Williams about his time at Nike, how he parlayed that into starting Deadstock, and the shop’s deep bench of influences and collaborators. “It’s about the people in here,” he tells me, and as if on queue another regular walks through the door. We’re introduced, we shake hands. The conversation grows.

This interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. 

Ian Williams

Ian Williams: Hey, this is nice! [Points to my shirt] This is from Patta, and you got the Coq Sportif‘s on…

Jordan Michelman: Thank you. I feel like I have to look cool coming in here. 

Yeah, we like that. That experience and people chilling is more important to me than what goes into the cup—which is different from what you guys usually cover on Sprudge—but hopefully what does goes into the cup here is fire.

Who painted this Charlie Brown scene on the door? 

That’s our “Trappy Christmas” display, painted by the brothers, Connor and Chandler Radonich. It’s got Joe Budden, Lil Yachty, Migos, Kodak Black—rappers as Charlie Brown characters.

“Trappy Christmas” on the front door.

How did you meet the brothers? 

I’ve known them since they were 13, 14—their mom would drop them off at Index and we would be like, okay, we’re responsible for these kids. They were always kids that had a lot of questions. And one day they came in here, doing work for Compound across the street, and they came in and said they wanted to learn how to design, and so I said, if you work with me and do design work with me I’ll teach you how to do illustrator and photoshop—I’ll help you get to production ready work. Now they’re 18, they started when they were 17, and this is all they do now. They’re even starting to do design work for other coffee companies. We want to do dope stuff with our friends. That’s all that really matters.

When did you first move into this space? 

February 2016. This is the old 24 Hour Church of Elvis. The landlord of this building is the same guy who owns the building that Compound is in, and at first, we were looking at the space right next door to Compound, but that space is like 3,00-square-feet, and the landlord said no. But he saw that I was working towards something and he had the idea to open something in this space. So we took it, made it larger—part of it was a hallway, part a garage—and we made it one space.

He was just like super helpful, the landlord, his name is David Gold and he’s really accommodating. All the people in all the buildings he owns are good people. He’s really about helping out artists and people who wanted to do good things for the city and community and culture. It’s pretty cool.

Barista and designer Connor Radonich updating the menu.

Tell us the story about your time at Nike. 

I stated at Nike in 2006, working retail in their employee store, and left after the holidays were over, but it made me realize I wanted to do sneakers as my life, not just as a hobby. Growing up, I was a big Allen Iverson fan—still am—and whatever new shoe he had coming out, I had to have it. I would get one new pair of shoes a year, and that new shoe would be my school shoe, and the old shoe would be my play shoe. I grew up out in the Hillsborough/Beaverton area, and Nike was right there.

I was trying to figure out how to get back in and found a temp job making airbags—you know, the air units that go in the shoes. They actually make ‘em here and ship ‘em overseas and then they get put in the shoes. It was the worst job ever. But then I found out about this janitor job on the Nike campus, and I knew I would be seen. So I took it, and just kind of ran from there.

How did you make the jump from janitor to designer?

Well, I worked as a janitor first for like three years, before I found out about an open designer job. At that point, I had made friends with a lot of people. Those three years as a janitor, I used it as my college—I didn’t go to college—but I worked my through Nike, asking questions, coming in early, giving myself a desk in the hallway, whatever hustle things I could do. If a designer needed a closet reorganized, I was there. People who saw me during the day had no idea I wasn’t in footwear. Most people thought I already worked in footwear, but at night I was a janitor—most people didn’t see that part.

My whole Nike career was like one big, smooth stretched truth. You know, like, someone asking, “Ian, you know how to do that?”—hey, of course I do! [texting motion] Meanwhile I’m Googling on the side…

After you advanced, what was your favorite part of working in footwear? 

Well, I got to do some cool stuff there. I actually got to design a shoe. It’s a Nike SB, inspired by the wet floor sign, the slippery sign. The guys who worked in skate, I said, “Let me do a shoe” and presented them with a three pack, all inspired by working as a janitor. There was a wet floor sign shoe, a windex shoe, and a vacuum shoe. They picked up the floor sign.

The “wet floor sign” Nike shoe designed by Ian Williams.

How many did they make? 

They did 5000 pairs—they’re starting to pick up in value now actually. It’s because I’m famous (just kidding)—you know, for most of the pairs, people bought them and beat ‘em up, but there’s a few left that look nice. My payment was they gave me twenty pairs, and I gave ‘em out to people along the way, people I had asked design questions, or people who let me do stuff like clean closets or have that desk in the hallway. I have just two pairs left now.

When did coffee come into your life? 

In maybe late 2013, or 2014. Nike was cool and all, but I started getting kind of restless with the way that everything was going. It was just super…structured. I thought once I got into footwear it would be more laid back and about the people, but around that time I started curating these art shows, doing side events, inviting my homies to put art up for it. I wanted to do events and put a brand together for a style of chilling that wasn’t work. We had done like three events, a house party, a couple of small things—single day pop-up events—and that was definitely a lot of work. I started to think like, maybe I should open a gallery… but galleries don’t make money. What makes money? Coffee shops.

A coffee shop is a place you can go where you can have a meeting, have an interview, go on a date, catch up with somebody, sit by yourself, get work done, go with a group—I wanted to create a place where it’s okay to loiter. You can’t do that in a shoe store. The only other thing was a bar or a club, but that excludes young people, and if we want the footwear industry to thrive you need to give young people access to it.

Williams behind the bar.

From there, how did you make the decision to get into roasting? Was it an aesthetic decision or more practical?

I just started roasting February of this year. I started out with Dapper & Wise—I have a mentor from high school who is really close with those guys, and they’re from Hillsborough. I didn’t really drink coffee when this space opened! But I have a friend named Sarah Cooley—we call her Breezy—and she LOVES coffee. In the early days she would go with me to try coffee places. She was the one who helped me with Dapper & Wise, and they’re cool people, their coffee is good. They opened a new facility in Hillsborough with rental space and she was helping them connect with Nike and hold meetings there.

At the end of 2016, beginning 2017 we had all that bad weather here in Portland, and our business dropped like a quarter of what we’re doing. Right before the holidays we ordered a bunch of coffee to give out as gift kits to influencers and what not, but then the weather hit and I wasn’t able to pay dapper, and so the only thing I really could do was start a new account or figure out a roasting thing and pay for it as you go. Buy green, pay hourly, figure it out, and use the money it would generate to pay Dapper back.

So it was not your dream to be a roaster?

I said I would never roast! But in all honesty I’m really competitive. I said, if I’m gonna do it, I’ll be really good at it. I’m not concerned at being the greatest but I don’t want it to be something where like, yeah, the coffee is okay. I want people to like it. My whole coffee roasting model is “coffees that work”—nothing that fights with milk, nothing that’s going to turn people away. I just want to make good, even, mellow coffees, roasted medium to dark. I don’t really do light roast.

How would you describe the design feel of this cafe? 

I think most coffee shops are an interior design competition. If you are a coffee shop in Portland, and this is no diss on anybody involved, but if you don’t use Bee Local Honey and Jacobson Sea Salt and Woodblock Chocolate and a lot of these other companies, and your walls aren’t white with a crazy looking espresso machine, and you aren’t playing super mellow whatever music, you don’t fit in the coffee world here. But I don’t like any of that. That’s not for me.

I just really… you know, a lot of the reason why I opened a coffee shop was because I didn’t feel comfortable in all these other places. I wanted to hang out with my friends who moved to Adidas or Under Armour, and there was nowhere we could hang out during the day that wasn’t alcohol, and I don’t drink. I felt like—to me, all these coffee shops suck, and so instead of complaining I made one. A place where I would feel good, my homies would feel good, and other people would feel good. When people come in, we make them feel good—even to just be like “wassup?”, that feels good. And we will joke on you, most definitely. If we’re not joking it’s weird in here. A lot of people describe us as like a high school bedroom, with posters and things like that, and there’s so many people that come through and they’re like, “Whoa, I used to have that poster,” or “I never thought of such-and-such art this way.”

It’s such an intimate space, and everybody is everybody’s friend. We bank on customers knowing each other. It’s a small space. If you’re waiting in line you aren’t twiddling your thumbs. Customers really know people’s kids, and you know like, somebody maybe just had a job interview, or whatever, and we all talk about it. It’s about the people in here.

Deadstock Coffee candle.

You still have a gallery component to the space right? 

Yes! We have a show from the homie Nate Corrado, who still works for Adidas. We rotate the show out every month or two. The one we did for Sneaker Week was very popular—we took shoes and cut them open, deconstructed them, so people can understand and see inside. We always see shoes as what we buy and what comes in the box, but you never see the components of what they are. So instead of just putting colorways on the wall, I wanted to do more education. The next collaboration features a coffee bag, a shirt, a mug, and vinyl toys all done together with an artist— he’ll paint the walls and everything—from an artist I’ve been following for many years named Perez Westbrooks, who goes by Gaijin.

Sleeves “for baby hands.”

This cafe is a fusion of coffee and sneaker culture. Obviously you sell coffee here—why don’t you sell shoes?

For a couple of reasons. One, we’re right in the heart of the sneaker community here in Portland, where the sneaker culture lives. Within a few blocks we have Compound (retail), Index (consignment), Unspoken (new and up and coming), Upper Playground doing street art t-shirts, and then we have Pensole. The only sneaker design school in the world is on the other side of this building, run by my mentor at Nike. If we sold shoes at Deadstock we would be competing with our friends.

The other reason is that in Portland specifically, everyone has access to discounts. Nobody pays full price. We would just be a random store here selling random product, and Portland can’t support that. There’s a lot more tourists coming now, and more people moving here, but nobody needs anything in the sneaker world. I think it makes us a more authentic space—we’re not a shoe store. We’re a coffee shop and a community space, and we happen to be serious about shoes.

What’s your sneaker white whale? The sneaker you’ve always wanted to find but have never been able to bring home? 

We call ‘em grails, like a Holy Grail. My grails are actually all relatively inexpensive compared to most sneakers. They’re shoes I really, really like, but I need to find them for the price I want to pay. The shoes I love go for maybe $200 or up to $500, $600, which is expensive but compared to other stuff in the shoe world? People pay ten, or even twenty thousand dollars for sneakers all the time.

That’s wild. That’s like wine nerd wild. 

Yes. But so, for me, there’s a Pharrell NERD Dunk that got made in like ’03, i think, or ’04. It’s an all-black Dunk high with the NERD brain logo on the heel, and that’s it. I want them so bad. There’s another pair of Dunks called Dinosaur Jr., named after the band, and they’re all silver with a purple swoosh and it says “Dinosaur Jr.”—I also want them so bad.

There’s another shoe called the Ray Gun Home or Ray Gun Away, which is based on like a fictional basketball team that Nike made.  They did a pair of SB���s, the home color—usually home is light, away is dark—but they flipped it so home is dark, away is light. Every time I see them I get really, really sad—I really want those.

And there was another shoe, too, called the Purple Pigeon: all grey, Dunk low, with hints of light purple. Index has a pair right now and I said “how much” and they said “$350” and it’s like…well, I would pay $200, or $250 maybe, but not $350. And I used to own a pair! I lost ‘em. For the longest time, Purple Pigeons were out there going for like ninety bucks. And now, because I want them, they go for $350. I still look for them when I got to my mom’s house.

These are the shoes that are really important to me. For other people it might be like, “Okay, big deal,” but to me it’s like, “Yo, I NEED this.”

What’s next for Deadstock? We heard something about maybe a collaboration with Wrecking Ball Coffee down in San Francisco—any other collaborations in the works? 

We’re still trying to figure out something with Wrecking Ball. Right now we’re a bunch of people who like sneakers and mess around with this coffee thing. But you know, it’s a conversation that I always have—we call each other coffee homies. We’re sneaker heads who work in the coffee industry. One of our biggest thing is making coffee not so pretentious. So for us, it’s about aligning with people who share our sentiment—people who feel comfortable with doing an event that’s a little bit different. During Coffee Fest here in Portland there were all these events that are like, coffee triangulations and latte art and stuff, but we did a karaoke party instead. Whatever happened to people coming together and hanging out?

Whatever we do next, I want it to be a reflection of my vision—our vision—and what the community needs, what I feel the community needs. That’s way more important to me than opening another shop. And even if we were, as I look for opportunities, you know, I feel like I could open out on SE Hawthorne and we would be successful, or in the Pearl, you know, we’re cool, and it would be a busy space—but what does that community do for us? What are they doing for us? The neighborhood? So making sure the next place is somewhere we can work together is way more important.

I’ve had offers to be purchased now. One of the first offers for investment would have required us to open up in SF first, not Portland. But we couldn’t do that because for this to be a coffee shop that is sneaker themed and inspired by this culture, we can’t be from somewhere else. This is where the culture is. It’s the sneaker capital of the world.

Butterscotch trap cake.

And this way here, your mom can still bake the cake?

Yup, my mom bakes the cake we sell here. Butterscotch Trap Cake. It’s so real.

“Coffee Should Be Dope” outside Deadstock Coffee.

Deadstock Coffee is located at 408 Northwest Couch Street in Portland, Oregon. Hours daily, closed Sunday. Visit Deadstock’s official website and follow them on Instagram and Twitter.

Jordan Michelman is a co-founder and editor at Sprudge Media Network. Read more Jordan Michelman on Sprudge. 

Photos by Zachary Carlsen for Sprudge Media Network. 

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Does corporate storytelling work? Some mega-brands say no.

By Mark Schaefer

With much flourish, Coca-Cola announced in 2011 that it would be moving from “creative excellence to content excellence.” It made an epic, two-part animated video on their strategy, explaining that they would be creating such amazing content that it could not be contained.

Shortly after this announcement, the company launched a magazine-style site called Coca-Cola Journey. This is what it looked like:

This thing has spirit, it has soul, it has lots and lots of stories. Check out that navigation bar folks: SPORTS, FOOD, ENTERTAINMENT, HEALTH.

Does that sound like a soft drink company website? This content site was populated by professional journalists and Coca-Cola Journey represented bold and unconventional corporate storytelling at its best.

I’d also like to direct your attention to the item in the upper right corner of the screenshot. This was a post by blogger and entrepreneur Adam Kleinberg disagreeing with Coke’s marketing strategy. Kleinberg told me that he blogged about this topic on his own and then Coke invited him to post the dissenting opinion on the front page of their corporate site.

Huh? A negative post about the company on their own site? Unheard of! Clearly Coke was investing heavily in “the story.”

This is what the Coca-Cola Journey looks like today:

Well darn.

This looks like a regular old corporate website. The sports section is gone … in fact all those cool sections are gone — and the guys in suits are back. This site is so … boring. Where is the storytelling? What happened?

In a Digiday post, associate editor Shareen Pathak reported that the big factor in Journey’s storytelling failure was Facebook. First, organic traffic to the Journey site declined precipitously because more people were viewing content on Facebook instead of clicking to websites (I reported on this rise of the newsfeed in an earlier post). The other factor is that with Coke’s buying power, it could create promoted content on social sites more cost-effectively then feeding their own publishing beast with original content.

So, they stopped. Is Coca-Cola still a brand publisher? Well, unless you count press releases, not so much.

The end of a corporate storytelling era

“Journey” is just one in a long line of ambitious corporate storytelling ventures that did not pan out.

Another example is Newell Brands‘ Sharpie pen division. Beginning in 2009, Sharpie hosted one of the most beloved and creative content sites in the world. They pioneered user-generated content, featuring entertaining customer stories that ranged from home decorating to high fashion … all with Sharpie pens. Yes, this company found a way to create an excited and engaged community dedicated to pens!

The Sharpie blog has not been updated since 2013. The amazing content team was disbanded and the social media accounts were mothballed about the same time.

I reached out to the company for comment but they would not respond to my request. One former team member told me “I weep when I think about the lost Sharpie opportunity. I weep when I think about the fans — we were so connected to them.”

Sharpie had done everything right with an epic content marketing program … and then abruptly ended years of value they had built in storytelling and passionate fans. What’s going on here?

The best content marketing case study … is over

And then there was the biggest blow of all.

One of the most celebrated content marketing case studies in history starred Fiskars scissors. The awesome Brains On Fire Agency created a global community scrapbookers for the Fiskars brand, driven by a user-generated blog, case studies, and craft projects.

The company was able to cite a dramatic increase in awareness, audience, brand loyalty, and sales due to the energetic content site. If there was ever an iconic content marketing case study, this was it … and yet, remarkably the whole thing has been dismantled, piece by piece.

Spike Jones, who was part of the original team, blogged about the effort’s demise in 2014:

The beginning of the end goes something like this: the internal champion of the program left the company to pursue other opportunities. And when that happened, things began to change. The program began to be dismantled. The structure of the program – especially the role of the lead ambassadors, devolved from four, to one, who is now more of a community manager instead of a true lead ambassador. Originally, the leads were encouraged to talk about anything that was going on in their lives. Now? It’s all about crafting and products, causing it to blend in to the noise.

The biggest blow to the program came last year, when the decision was made to move away from the dedicated online community platform to just a blog (with no comments) and a Facebook page. So gone are the threaded forums with members issuing fun challenges to one another or doing random acts of crafting. Gone are the thousands of uploaded images of beautiful crafts that capture amazing memories of the members lives. Gone is the assigning of your unique Fiskateer number or the special one-of-a-kind pair of scissors that you receive in the mail and cherish as a member.

To be honest, everything that made the program special is no more.

Sad … but not unusual. Another example of culture killing a great content program occurred a few years ago at a giant telecom I was assisting. This company was a perfect case study for content marketing done right. They built an internal content program patiently and organically. They had state of the art technology, the understanding and support of marketing leadership, an expanding audience, and “hockey stick” metrics.

After a corporate reorganization, the department was re-assigned to a new VP and within six weeks the entire program was killed. The new leader grew up in the era of ads and couldn’t understand what was even happening in the program. One of the biggest companies on earth turned its back on content marketing.

The lessons going forward

There’s a tendency in our field to market to marketers.  We gush enthusiastically for content, for social media, for brand publishing, for community, for squishy stuff like “engagement.” Maybe we’re even afraid not to play along and gush.

But as you’ve seen today, sometimes even the biggest and most successful brands who are throwing everything at their “story” can’t make it work. Is it any wonder you’re having trouble doing this for your company, non-profit, or university?

Is brand storytelling just a bad idea?

No.

Marketing has always been about storytelling to some degree. But I think there are some themes from these examples that can be instructive moving forward:

1. Don’t think like a publisher

How many times have you heard a marketing guru say that every company has to think like a publisher today? Here is the definition of publisher: “a person or company whose business is the publishing of books, periodicals, engravings, computer software, etc.”

Unless you really are a publisher, your business isn’t about publishing content. It’s about your business.

We see how Coke drank the Kool-Aid (actually that’s a funny image) and they really did try to be a publisher. But in this case, it didn’t work because who wants to come to Coke for the latest news on sports, entertainment, or fashion? Leave that to ESPN and Vogue. Coke needs to be about Coke, which is more than enough.

My advice is, don’t think like a publisher. Think like a marketer.

2. Don’t get stuck

Nobody really wants to come to your website any more unless you’re an eCommerce titan … and even then, people are probably flicking around on their smart devices getting the best deal with only a dim recognition of the site they’re on, let alone your “story.”

The world has changed a lot in the past two years. If you’re still doing the same content marketing you did 24 months ago, you need to look up and see the new world.

People want content in a newsfeed. The inbound marketing model where scintillating content attracts customers to your site like a magnet is becoming increasingly mythical.

3. Corporate culture is a bitch

Most people don’t know this but I have a graduate degree in organizational development. So I look at consulting assignments from a holistic perspective. When I work on a marketing strategy, I consider the company’s history, politics, and bureaucracy as well as the competitive environment.

But even I was surprised when the new telecomm VP destroyed years of content success in a matter of days. Just goes to show that if the leader doesn’t get it, it doesn’t get done. There is no such thing as a grassroots cultural change. Embracing a content strategy has to come from the top, every time.

Changing a corporate culture is no less daunting than walking into France and saying “Hey France, we want you to be Russia now and drink vodka.” Tough to do.

Now please folks, don’t go tweet the world that Schaefer said content marketing is dead. I’m not saying anything is dead. I’m simply encouraging you to rationally consider why some iconic programs are failing, why the new realities of content distribution mean a lot to your business, and why this whole idea of “thinking like a publisher” without considering the end goal is a little crazy.

And that’s the end of the story.

Mark Schaefer is the chief blogger for this site, executive director of Schaefer Marketing Solutions, and the author of several best-selling digital marketing books. He is an acclaimed keynote speaker, college educator, and business consultant.  The Marketing Companion podcast is among the top business podcasts in the world.  Contact Mark to have him speak to your company event or conference soon.

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