professional sleezeball.

❝ but i'm sittin' now, at the bar, i'm getting drunk, i'm feelin' mellow, i'm drinkin' bourbon, i'm drinkin' scotch, i'm drinkin' beer ❞

[brviisedknvckles]

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would   you   believe   us   if   we   said   that   wasn't   really   JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN?   well,   it   isn't   .ᐟ.ᐟ   that's   JUDAH MORRIS,   a   proud   resident   of   pinehaven   for   the   last   2 YEARS, 3 MONTHS.   you   can   find   them   working   over   at   PINEHAVEN AUTOS & MORE   as   a   MECHANIC.   they're   59,   but   they   hardly   look   that   old!   it   must   be   the   washington   weather   that   keeps   them   looking   so   young   .ᐟ.ᐟ   word   around   the   town   is   that   they're   IMPULSIVE, HARD-HEADED, AND DISHONEST,   but   we   think   that's   silly.   we   feel   like   they're   much   more   HARD-WORKING, ASSERTIVE, AND CHARMING.   if   we   had   to   pick   one   song   to   describe   HIM,  it   would   be   ONE BOURBON, ONE SCOTCH, ONE BEER BY GEORGE THOROGOOD AND THE DESTROYERS.   see   ya   'round,   JUDE   .ᐟ.ᐟ

P A S T

Nobody would ever say Jude had an easy start in life. Born on March 27, 1967, Judah Morris was born to two folks who meant well but in the end had no idea what they were doing. The only positive thing he learned from his dad were the inner workings of an engine, something Jude had taken to as naturally as breathing; a skill and passion he seemed to have in nothing else aside from causing trouble for himself and everyone around him. Jude's parents made it clear they weren't going to support a high-school dropout, so he found himself a job as a mechanic the next town over, an apartment the size of a shoebox, and a friend in the bottom of a bottle. He's spent the last nearly forty-years of his life drifting from town to town; chasing a paycheck, maybe a woman or three, and a fresh start in every new location. None had ever lasted long, though, with his temper and his mouth, it was an inevitability that he would pack his bags and seek refuge in a sublet at the next town.

P R E S E N T

The last uprooting caused Jude to wake up - even slightly - from his drifting haze. He was nearing retirement age, and had absolutely nothing to show for it aside from a mile-long resume, $500 in a savings account for "emergencies," and hardly enough belongings to fill a suitcase. A look in the mirror showed a man with more wrinkles than hair at this point, a fact which he himself was still trying to hide with a haircut styled in a way to cover the thinning. He prided himself in his looks - something that had always made it easy to charm those whom he hadn't yet had a verbal spar with. Jude didn't care for the way he felt his looks were fading along with his lifespan. He had to grow up, yes, even at the ripe age of 59. After all, it is never too late to make a fresh start, right? So, when Jude found Pinehaven, he told himself he was going to make this one last. He wasn't going to get out of control, he was going to mind his business and perhaps finally retire from being a professional sleezeball. Who knows, find a woman, a house, a little nest egg to call his own. His only problem? He is his own worst enemy.

[give-pete-a-chance]

“Cheap Sunglasses” by ZZ Top

Now go out and get yourself some big black frames With the glass so dark they won’t even know your name And the choice is up to you cause they come in two classes Rhinestone shades or cheap sunglasses

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[jennymae]

𝐉𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 //

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[acecroft]

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as JD Richter in Extant 1.02

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JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as John Winchester Supernatural | S02E01 - In My Time of Dying

[callmemeursault]

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George Thorogood  //  One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

[oatfoams]

@pinehavenstarters

for: anyone .ᐟ.ᐟ

from: xochitl .ᐟ.ᐟ

xochitl had been sitting around swept away studio, waiting around for their next appointment. they'd hoped for a walk in to fill the time, but whilst they waited, she started sketching some new flash in the notebook she kept at work. she was trying to experiment with some traditional pieces, using her leopard gecko sol as inspiration for the drawing. they'd gotten pretty emersed in their design that they almost didn't notice the shop door open.

after the front desk checked them in, they were delighted to see that the walk in was heading toward their chair. they made quick but thorough work of sanitizing her station, their tray decorated with heart shaped ink caps ready for whatever color the individual's request required. after pulling on a fresh pair of nitrile gloves, she greeted them with a half smile, rolling their way in her chair. " 'sup. so, what are we getting today ? " their brow quirked up in curious anticipation.

[brviisedknvckles]

jude had a rare day off from the shop, and he meant to take advantage of the time. he had spent the morning actually sleeping in, and figured instead of heading straight to the bar upon waking - he would check out the tattoo shop. most of his ink was old - the result of too much whiskey and not enough guidance to save his skin. however, it was the knife on his forearm that he wanted gone, tired of looking at it and remembering who he had been twenty odd years ago. he figured, hey, he'd been in pinehaven long enough - longer than anywhere else he had stayed. might as well commemorate the occasion with some new ink. so he had arrived, checked-in, and was headed back to the artist's chair when they greeted him. a small twitch to the corner of his mouth, nearly a smile, as he rolled his sleeve up to reveal a shoddy blade tattooed down his forearm. "you good with coverups?" he asked, eyes searching their face. "want a pine tree over this old thing."

[arabesq]

for:   𝓌𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇   !  from:   𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒   !  where:   𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂   𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒   !

                    a   gasp   sounded   out   as   cece   walked   into   the   lobby   of   her   salon   .    “   stop   right   there   !   ”   she   insisted   ,   pointing   directly   at   the   person   standing   by   the   front   desk   .   they   were   flipping   through   a   hairstyle   magazine   ,   most   likely   trying   to   decide   ,   but   she   was   certain   they   didn't   need   that   old   thing   .   “   you   .   are   .   divine   ,   ”   she   nodded   ,   rushing   up   to   them   and   framing   (   but   not   touching   )   their   face   with   her   hands   .   “   the   bone   structure   you   have   -   to   die   for   !   you   would   look   so   amazing   with   the   hairstyle   i   have   in   mind   for   you   ,   do   you   trust   me   ?   ”   she   blinked   innocently   .   if   there   was   anything   she   knew   ,   it   was   hair   .   how   to   do   it   ,   but   also   how   to   make   people   feel   like   a   million   dollars   simply   by   changing   it   up   .   “   come   ,   come   .   sit   in   my   chair   ,   i   have   already   decided   you're   my   latest   muse   ,   darling   .   ”

@pinehavenstarters

[brviisedknvckles]

jude was tired of looking at the mop of hair he tried to tame every morning. it had been entirely too long since he had last given himself a cut - but he figured he would turn himself over to the professionals for once. this was a big step for him - salons were most certainly a place he had been avoiding for his fifty-odd years on earth. however, his hair was beyond him at this point. it was time, so here he was, flipping through the pages of a men's style magazine, hoping to spark some inspiration when he heard a gasp, and suddenly, (too suddenly), there was a small woman approaching him. he nearly balked when she reached up for his face, but he was never one to turn down a compliment, especially from a pretty woman. he threw on his best sheepish grin. "divine? never heard that one before." a laugh that sounded more like a bark. "honey, i got no-one else to trust, so my life is in your hands. you got any bright ideas to tame this mop of mine?"

[brcvehecrts]

status: open @pinehavenstarters

location: mcnasty's pub

"it's a little loud in here, no?" phoebe questioned the person beside her, index fingers daintily pressed to her ears. "and. . . smelly." she hadn't been warned about lingering odors. even still, she'd been told the floors would be sticky and consciously chose louboutins. concerts weren't a foreign concept to phoebe but low-lit dive bars? bars in general? she was far beyond overdressed and underprepared. "people come here willingly? for fun?"

[brviisedknvckles]

jude was more at home within the walls of mcnasty's pub than he was in his run-down apartment. he was a regular barfly, taking up residence in his usual seat at the bar, a glass of whiskey gripped in his right hand; a glass he had been nursing for the past half hour. pulled out of his thoughts by a question beside him, jude tuned back into reality and offered a small chuckle. "first time?" he asked, with a knowing tilt to his head and a smirk twisting his lips. "i don't think everyone comes here for fun, perhaps just to escape the monotonous merry-go-round of life for a few hours. have a drink or two and everything else fades into the background." he lifted his whiskey glass in a gesture of cheers.