#shurley

[fandomchurch]

Congratulations to Shurley and Dark Laser for getting married!!!!

for the honeymoon they will try to take over the world (good luck with that)

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[heyimanowl]

@kittencandy102

[cas-kingdom]

Please may I request a Gabe and/or Chuck x reader where the reader forces them both into a movie night and when she keeps talking over the films, they shit her up by tickling her? Thanks so much in advance 🥰🥰

Really, it should have been obvious.

What kind of person willingly forced God and an infamous trickster into a movie night without expecting some sort of foolish happening?

Well. In all honesty, it was technically you who’d started the so-called ‘foolish happening’, but you couldn’t help it! If there was one thing you took after Dean in, it was your excessive knowledge of every movie in fandom history and the ability to quote the lines as though you’d actually written the script.

Gabriel had dropped by. Gabriel always dropped by, usually unexpectedly, so that wasn’t much of a surprise, but what had been a surprise for him, was that Chuck had also seemed to have dropped by.

And by dropping by, he meant attempting to thwart his evil sister’s plan to end the world.

But apparently there was room for breaks between that.

Sam and Dean had gone out on a brief hunt. Cas was... somewhere. And you’d stayed home with Chuck. Then Gabriel had come, and you’d forced them to watch The Princess Bride.

You were sat between them, a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of you, the lights dim, and Cary Elwes moving about on the big screen opposite.

“Oh, oh! This is the best part!”

Gabriel snorted. “You’ve said that about every scene.”

“That’s because every scene is the best part.”

Chuck, who was sat at the end of the couch, stuffed a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “She’s right. The Princess Bride is awesome,” he told his son with a shrug. “Eons of existence and you haven’t seen it even once?”

“More important stuff, Pops,” Gabriel said. He leant back in his seat and crossed a leg over the other. “Besides, nothing’s as awesome as Game of Thrones.”

Both you and Chuck promptly ignored him, abruptly turning to each other as though you’d perfectly rehearsed it, faces set like you were on stage in front of thousands.

Gabriel rose an eyebrow, and he genuinely began to grow concerned when the both of you began to speak in unison with each other and the man on the screen.

“But it's so simple,” your voices rang out. “All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given-”

The archangel was wondering if this was something he could intervene in. Both you and his father were perfectly in sync with one another. You spoke the words as the character did, raising your arms, Chuck’s fingers going to his beard, acting as though the movie was yours.

“-I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you-”

His frown deepened.

“-But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.”

There was a breath, and for a short, stupid moment, Gabriel believed some peace may finally come.

Then-

“You've made your decision then?” Chuck asked, his voice and facial expressions changing drastically to fit the Man in Black’s.

“Not remotely,” you said, “because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.”

“Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“Wait till I get going! Now, where was I?”

The moment Chuck’s mouth opened to respond, his son reached across, grabbed your arm, and yanked you back over to him, digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your stomach. “You were goddamn nowhere!” he insisted, grinning over the sound of your sudden cacophonous squeals. “Now, let me watch the freaking movie in peace!” He rose a brow in his father’s direction. “That goes for you, too, Dad!”

Chuck, the inkling of a smile on his lips, shrugged and stuffed yet another handful of popcorn in his mouth, settling back against the armrest as your contagious giggles and slaps at his son’s dexterous hands drowned out the voices of Vizzini and the Man in Black in the background.

“No worries,” he said, waving a hand nonchalantly. “This is a better show.”

NOTE: I figured after this hellish season, it’s nice to remember that Chuck was kinda decent at one point. I also finished this off just now, in bed at 7pm, exhausted from my 3rd day of being sick... so I beg you to please look past any mistakes! XD

Also switched up the prompt a bit. Hope you don’t mind (AND this is an old prompt, so sorry it took ages!)

SPN Masterpost

[ithinkicanwritestuff]

This is How Supernatural Reinvented God! He may not be a villain after all...

[agusvedder]

11x22 | 14x20 

Thanks @verobatto-angelxhunter for noticing this!!! 

[archangelc-blog]

writer 1: so, what should we name God?

writer 2: well, Chuck Norris is a god so Chuck surely should be a good name.

writer 1: Chuck Shurley you say? nice.

[emiwrites3reads]

Today is Tuesday

[malachi-rr]

Richard Speight Jr. Vines Rich is adorable