𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐇.

❝  i've  carried  the  cross  of  my  shame  ❞

[cashsullivan]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ⸻  original  character  tended  to  by  kiwi  (  she/her,  gmt+12  ).

𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒍  𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏  ✰  bartender  at  finn  mccool's,  33,  shasta  heights

intro  ;  isms  ;  image  ;  connections

[haleyatwell]

LEWIS PULLMAN ph. by Storm Santos (May 3, 2025)

[darrowhawthornes]

for: anyone! / @cascadestarters

where: utp

"I work there, I'm pretty sure I'd know if it was actually haunted."

[cashsullivan]

"Laundromats  employ  people?"  Skepticism  in  his  brow  his  head  shook  slightly.  "So  you're  the  guy  making  sure  people  don't  hog  the  washers  and  that  they  clean  out  the  lint  traps?"  The  haunting  part  didn't  catch  him  up  more  than  that  had,  though  some  amusement  kept  him  from  going  for  his  phone  buzzing  in  his  pocket.  "You  don't  believe  in  ghosts  then?  Or  the  old  legend  of  the  folding  woman?"

[sovack]

WHERE:  outside eating area @ bigfoot brewery, mid-late afternoon or not. whatevs. OPEN TO:   you + @cascadestarters (1/3). 

he usually isn't alone – if one of his roommates isn't by his side, his much - adored golden retriever, dorry, is. enter: the scene. saylor is scrolling on his phone, chomping slowly on some french fries in a to-go container as dorry makes friends with anyone who walks by. if sniffing qualifies as making friends, that is. it only takes a few tugs on the leash to catch his attention, more than usual, and saylor looks up from his device to see her pawing at a passer-by, begging for god knows what. “shit – ” mutters under his breath, getting out of his seat to try and corral her back more towards their table. “sorry, sometimes she likes to think she's making friends when she does that.” holds onto the leash with one hand, putting his hand between them and her paws. “you can pet her, if you want. she's friendly. you carryin' somethin' in your pocket? she thinks you've got somethin' for her.”

[cashsullivan]

More  often  than  not  Cash  wished  he'd  get  himself  a  pet.  Dog,  cat,  even  a  fish  would  maybe  suffice.  To  him,  with  his  late  nights  and  even  later  mornings,  it  didn't  feel  like  the  right  schedule  or  environment  for  a  furry  companion.  Even  if  it  might've  helped  him  feel  less  alone  when  things  were  too  quiet.  The  pawing  at  his  leg  had  been  met  with  an  endeared  smile  down  at  the  golden,  he  even  reached  his  hand  out  to  the  pet  the  retriever  right  around  the  time  the  owner  came  to  collect  the  friendly  canine.  "She's  good.  We're  absolutely  making  friends."  Her  head  was  almost  velvety  soft  as  his  palm  rubbed  back  and  forth  over  the  top  of  it  gently.  "Uhhh..."  For  a  moment  Cash  held  the  other's  eyes,  thinking  if  he'd  stuffed  anything  worthwhile  to  a  dog  in  his  pocket.  "Unless  she  sniffs  out  cash  for  you  all  I've  got  in  there  is  some  gum.  I'm  happy  to  buy  her  a  plain  hamburger  though  if  you  don't  mind?"

[micah-sebastian]

Where: The Niner Who: anyone! @cascadestarter When: Later Evening

"Jeeez, who knew a little weed would offend so much." And this was why the suburbs were her least favorite territory, always someone who just didn't get it, "Not my fault your ten year old got a little loosey goosey on a contact high. Isn't this the World Cup — better question is why do you have your kid at a bar."

[cashsullivan]

As  much  as  he  genuinely  was  attempting  to  watch  the  various  matches  on  the  many  screens,  Cash  couldn't  deny  a  little  ear  hustling.  Mostly  it  was  due  to  working  in  a  bar  himself  and  maintaining  a  level  of  awareness  for  his  surroundings.  When  the  woman  huffed,  rolled  her  eyes,  and  made  some  snarky  remark  before  grabbing  her  child  by  the  hand  and  marching  off  Cash  laughed  quietly  to  himself.  "I  mean...  technically  it's  not  legal  to  smoke  inside,  but  yeah,  I'm  actually  much  more  concerned  why  she  brought  her  kid  in  here.  What?"  Baffled,  perhaps  a  little  bewildered,  he  blinked  and  shook  his  head.

[cashsullivan]

⸻  ✰  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆  ⟨  the  details  ⟩

Name:  Cashel  Sullivan

Nicknames:  Cash

Pronouns:  he/him

Age:  33

Neighborhood:  Shasta  Heights

Occupation:  bartender  at  Finn  McCool's

Orientation:  heterosexual

Status:  single

Residency:  arrived  5  years  ago

⸻  ✰  𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘  ⟨  the  past  ⟩

trigger  warnings:  abandonment,  mentions  of  drug  use,  prostitution

It  was  a  long  and  winding  road  of  how  Cashel  Sullivan  passed  through  Cascade,  with  the  easiest  part  of  his  tale  being  how  he  wound  up  staying  so  long.  Born  and  mostly  raised  in  western  Montana,  Cash  knew  beautiful  scenery  and  ranch  life  before  he  knew  anything  else  the  world  had  to  offer.  While  his  father  was  a  cowboy  and  often  times  a  rodeo  star,  his  mother  was  a  woman  who'd  always  dreamed  of  a  great  escape.  Somewhere  around  the  age  of  9  when  he'd  come  home  from  school  he'd  find  the  small  family  house  empty,  a  note  on  the  counter  telling  him  and  his  father  "don't  look  for  me",  leaving  the  young  boy  to  realize  that  the  last  time  he'd  ever  hug  or  speak  to  his  mother  was  that  morning.

What  it  created,  that  sudden  absence,  was  an  abandonment  wound  so  great  that  he  never  quite  has  felt  whole  in  his  life  since.  Cash,  when  16,  did  the  opposite  of  what  his  mother  had  demanded  in  the  worst  goodbye  letter  in  the  history  of  them  and  went  looking  for  her.  Some  17  years  later  he's  no  closer  to  finding  her  but  the  journey  along  the  way  had  maybe  shaped  who  he  really  is  in  life  and  helped  him  to  discover  what  he  wants  out  of  it.  Unlike  his  father  who'd  always  been  content  with  what  the  world  had  given  him,  Cash  couldn't  accept  anything  for  what  it  was.  Everyone  had  a  mystery  around  them,  a  secret  world  he  always  wondered  about,  because  that's  what  his  mother's  disappearance  had  taught  him.  You  never  really  knew  anyone  or  what  was  going  on  inside  of  them.

At  first,  when  he'd  left  home,  Cash  had  followed  what  little  breadcrumbs  he'd  managed  to  gather  about  which  possible  direction  his  mother  had  gone  toward.  The  chase  led  him  everywhere  and  nowhere  all  the  same.  Far  east  and  far  south,  and  then  eventually  landed  him  in  Northern  California  where  he'd  even  surprised  himself  by  putting  down  some  roots.  The  truth  was  the  trail  for  his  mother  had  run  cold  come  Cascade,  so  at  first  he  hadn't  moved  on  because  he'd  felt  stuck.  Then  it  was  needing  to  make  money  to  get  back  on  the  road  or  to  figure  out  what  next  in  life.  He'd  never  truly  held  down  a  real  job.  Either  he  sold  himself  on  certain  websites  for  a  big  fee  or  he  bartended,  sometimes  did  labor  or  construction  type  of  jobs.

In  Cascade  he'd  found  himself  growing  up,  separating  the  past  and  former  mistakes  from  who  he  was  slowly  becoming.  No  more  experimental  drug  use  with  random  people  he'd  meet  on  his  journey  in  the  most  unexpected  places,  and  he'd  give  away  less  and  less  of  his  time  for  money.  Especially  when  one  connection  in  particular  had  reached  him  in  places  he'd  never  really  opened  up  or  been  touched  before,  like  his  heart.  Anyone  getting  genuinely  close  to  him  however  had  scared  him  off  completely,  because  that  old  wound  that  never  quite  healed  still  has  a  particular  ache  to  it.  Since  his  mother  he'd  never  put  himself  in  a  position  to  be  left  ever  again.

[rhettroblues]

I keep thinking about deathbed thoughts. I don’t know why this has been on my mind lately. What the fuck am I going to be thinking when I’m dying? I don’t want to look back on my memories, and just see slates and hotel rooms and press junkets. So I’m trying to figure out a way to make that all not just something that I sleepwalk through, you know?

[sailermoon]

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

[exitmybody]

instead of a brain there is a mini haunted house in my head

[chandlebing]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994–2004) S06E24 | The One with the Proposal: Part 1

[kosmogrl]

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

[ceruleanheaven]

i get so miserable off that scenario i made up in my head

[thepromisethatlovecouldbeeternal]

♡ 365 days of delena ♡ ↳ (159/365)

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES (2009-2017) — 5.17 | Rescue Me

[rhettroblues]

I honestly don't know what the hell I'm doing. Whether I should stay or go, or where I should go, or why I'm even here. LEWIS PULLMAN as Cameron Cassmore REMARKABLY BRIGHT CREATURES (2026) — dir. Olivia Newman