me: oh my god guys what if secret history coffeeshop au
me: imagine henry winter trying to run a coffeeshop. that is literally it. that is the tweet. that is my life.
me: IMAGINE HENRY WINTER TRYING TO MANAGE A COFFEESHOP OWNED BY JULIAN MORROW. THIS IS LITERALLY THE PEAK OF MY ARTISTIC CAREER
martha: oh jesus christ
me: this is flat out as good as an idea is ever going to get. this is the apex of my writing. this is it
me: imagine francis as the barista who’s permanently on a smoke break. imagine bunny OH MY GOD IMAGINE BUNNY TRYING TO WORK IN A COFFEESHOP
me: RICHARD PAPEN APPLIES TO WORK AT A COFFEESHOP BECAUSE HE THINKS IT’LL BE LIKE A COFFEESHOP AU
me: richard papen thinks that henry is so impressive and businesslike and that everyone Has Their Lives Together
me: in the meantime charles keeps a bottle of scotch under the counter to spike his coffee to get him through the day
me: camilla tosses her hair at the register and richard is carried away in paroxysms of ecstasy
martha: he pours espresso down his shirt. francis makes a very bored pass at him in the break room as he’s changing his shirt
me: charles also gives an uncomfortably intimate Stare. richard can’t tell if it’s bc he’s shirtless or bc he’s scalded himself
me: julian stops by every so often to carry one of them away on a trip to roast beans and also instill in them his life philosophies
me: ‘and what does one seek in coffee? TERROR, my boy. coffee is terror.’
martha: richard wonders where all these coffee-stained bedsheets are coming from and why everyone whispers in corners these days
me: one morning he finds a carafe full of bits of burlap boiling away. the next-door cat vibrates uncontrollably for a few days
me: ‘there are beans all over the floor,’ richard points out. ‘it’s part of henry’s method,’ camilla says vaguely. richard puts away the broom & marvels at the sophistication of it all. behind him a small child slips & falls in a pile of beans. ‘how plebeian’ he thinks distastefully
martha: richard hopes the espresso machine likes him.
And now my damn phone won’t sync music. In fact, it deleted a lot of my music. So I tried a million things and ended up erasing everything and now I’m restoring it from a back up. WHICH SUCKS. Because its taking forever and I’m afraid i’m going to lose everything. Please just work damn it.
“All stories are about wolves. All worth repeating, that is. Anything else is sentimental drivel…. Think about it. There’s escaping from the wolves, fighting the wolves, capturing the wolves, taming the wolves. Being thrown to the wolves, or throwing others to the wolves so the wolves will eat them instead of you. Running with the wolf pack. Turning into a wolf. Best of all, turning into the head wolf. No other decent stories exist.”—Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via jaimelannister)
reverse hades/persephone, where the young daughter of summer uses plant magic to ensnare the lord of darkness and keep him prisoner in a beautiful garden above ground. Eventually, enchanted by her cleverness and wild youth he agrees to eat six pomegranate seeds and stay with her for half of every year.