chucks dad

anonymous asked:

Complete this conservation: "So umm.. God, Chuck, whatever. I was just wondering if I can take our son's hand.. if you could get back to me, that'd be cool"

“So, um, God, Chuck, whatever… I was just wondering if I could take your son’s hand… if you could get back to me, that’d be cool.” Dean groans as he hits the ‘end call’ button on his cell phone, rubbing a hand down his face. As if asking your future future Father-in-law for his blessing in marrying his son isn’t stressful enough, *his* Father-in-law happens to be the actual God.

Dean pockets his phone and turns to walk back into the motel room where Castiel and San are waiting for him, but jumps back in surprise as Chuck’s diminutive form suddenly manifests in front of him.

“Jesus Christ!” Dean yelps.

“No, that’s my son, but I appreciate the compliment,” Chuck says with a warm chuckle. “I got your message.”

“Uh, yeah,” Dean begins, “I was wondering if-”

“Are you really trying to ask for my blessing over the phone?” Chuck asks, more than a little incredulous. Dean’s mouth opens and shuts comically as he tries to formulate a response.

“I was-”

“Do you find me intimidating, Dean?” He casts a hand down his front. “Because this is possibly the least intimidating vessel I could possibly find.”

“I didn’t want to be put on the spot,” Dean rushes out, because it’s true. “I just wanted to ask and not make a big deal-”

“You know Castiel is not going to appreciate you asking for my permission,” Chuck says seriously.

“I don’t want permission,” Dean replies. “I want your blessing… just your blessing.” He takes a deep breath, finally saying the practiced speech he’d been to afraid to say over the phone. “I just want to know that you think I’m good enough for your son, for someone like Castiel, because I know that… if a screw up like me can be worthy of your blessing that I might have an iota of a shot of being as wonderful to him as he is to me.” Dean exhales heavily as he finishes and there is a tense moment when he thinks Chuck might bring down some sort of heavenly vengeance on him, but instead he just gives Dean a warm smile.

“Dean.” Chuck lays a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a Winchester. In all of Heaven or Earth, I have never met one of my creations more devoted to those they love than you are to Castiel. Of course, you have my blessing.” Dean can’t control the beaming grin spreading across his face or the tears starting to prick at his eyes.

“But if I were you, I still wouldn’t tell Castiel that you asked me before you asked him.”

“Heard and understood,” Dean says with a laugh.

  • what she says: I'm fine
  • what she means: I'm still not over Pushing Daisies. There is so much I don't understand, why was it cancelled, how could they just leave us like this, there were so many unsolved plot lines! Where's Chuck's dad, how will Lily and Vivian get over the shock that Chuck's alive, will Emerson's daughter live with him or is her mom near, is Olive ever gonna find out about Ned waking the dead, are she and Randy Man gonna last, how are Ned's brothers and what about his father? How could they tell us that he's still around but not where he's been or whether he'll ever reveal himself to Ned, are Chuck and him gonna be happy forever, what happens when he gets old but Chuck doesn't? I just really wish there were at least two seasons more so that the character development wouldn't have been so rushed and the plot holes were solved and I also just really miss the story telling and I miss Ned and I miss Pushing Daisies.

how weird is our favourite show that it feels completely normal having capital G making pancakes while wearing apron and drinking from a “World Greatest Dad” mug? oh! also, lucifer is sulking in sam’s room. hahaha


Favorite wardrobe moments from Depressing News -

  1.  Margaret’s ducky underpants
  2.  BJ’s Chucks + Hawk’s suspiciously 80′s tennies
  3. - 5. Klinger’s many hats + Potter’s painting outfit

anonymous asked:

What exactly is God n' Gabe? I keep seeing it around. What's it about?

well, in my FAQ you’ll find:

What is this God’n’Gabe book I keep seeing?

  • God'n'Gabe now has three issues!
  • God’n’Gabe (I-III) is a 5.25” x 8.125” fanbook by your’s truly! It started out as a pretty quaint personal project, and took on a life of it’s own. Every page is about God (Chuck Shurley) and Gabriel (The Trickster) and my personal belief of their whereabouts in the SPN universe for the past few years! All comics have been redrawn in high resolution specifically for the book and was an absolute labor of love. It is sold in my Etsy on occasion!
  • G'n'G III has all completely unseen comics and storyline that I’ve never posted before!

Can I get God’n’Gabe signed by Rich and Rob?

  • Totally! Please tell me about it, I’d love to see and hear about how it goes.

basically, it was like Kings of Con before it existed! but instead of rich and rob it’s gabe and chuck

what shocks people when they read it is how good it works. this isn't’ speaking to the quality of my writing either, it’s just incredible how their characters developed in the show to be so similar that honestly, they’d be great roommates 

so to sum it up in an image:

you can look more into it in the god’n’gabe tag!

Anonymous said:

I ask bc your faq doesn’t work on mobile. :( It just refreshes the page.

gotcha! that’s strange! i’ve gotten it to work before. maybe i’ll need to check on that again soon

Lucifer: I want it!
Michael: I’m the oldest!
Lucifer: So? I saw it first.
Raphael: Michael is the oldest. He should have it.
Lucifer: I’m telling Dad!
Chuck: Stop fighting! Daddy has a city to smite!
Lucifer: But Dad, he-
Michael: Lucifer is so immature!
Gabriel: I want more candy!
Castiel: Father, could I PLEASE rescue that hot human with the emerald eyes?!
Chuck: *throws up hands* I’m going on sabbatical. Chuck is out!

Are you killing me? (Gabriel x Reader)

Request: Hey I was wondering if I could possibly make another Gabriel request??? I know I already made one but I love the way you write him!!!! Plus who could get enough of him? Onto my request thing; Could you do one where the reader gets dragged up to heaven with him so he can do some business stuff, and Chuck keeps you company. While waiting you notice a lot of beautiful female angels flirting with him, and get jealous but also some self doubt? About you being a human and him an archangel?
Word count: 1132
Warnings: None. Jealousy and fluff!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What?” you asked in disbelief.
“I have to sort some stuff up in Heaven. I wondered if you’d join me,” Gabriel said again.
“In Heaven?”
“Am I dying? Are you killing me?” Your voice got higher and higher.
“No, silly! I just want you to come up and see what it’s like now, after Dad returned.”

It had taken Gabriel several tries to get you to finally agree. You were scared as shit, but also excited. Now you stood by the sandbox, ready - or not - to go. It lit up, and Gabriel took your hand and led you into it. The white piercing light forced you to close your eyes, and the feeling was inexplicable. But after a while, you opened your eyes and found yourself in a long white corridor. Gabriel must have seen your perplexed face, because he spoke.

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Some Juggie Headcanons

~He’s a writer, but he’s an avid reader too. He reads all genres, no matter if it’s trashy romances or long autobiographies- he loves immersing himself in a whole other universe, and it helps him deal with all the crap in his life.

~He’s amazing at photography, too. He has a second edition Canon from the 90’s, given to him by his grandfather, which is pure gold to him.

~Surprisingly, he and his sister, Jellybean, were actually very close. He was the only one allowed to braid her ebony hair before kindergarten everyday, and he put a lot of effort in learning new hairstyles for her.

~Jughead seldom cried, but on the day when Jellybean was forced to leave with his mother, he cried his heart out, and didn’t show up at school the next day.

~The reason he wears his beanie during most of his waking hours is because his mom knit it for him, and it was the one material item he had left to remind himself of her.

~He removes his beanie when he’s upset. Because then, it feels like the most suffocating thing on earth to him.

~Jughead’s actually really intelligent, taking the gang by surprise when he was the only one able to solve a differentiation equation that Dilton Doiley couldn’t.

~He infuriates all his friends after that, by never studying for tests, but still passing with an A. They’re all jealous.

~But English will always be his favourite subject- as a result of his passion for writing. He loves how any combination of a few words can bring about whole new meanings.

~Jughead’s not as bad as athletics as everyone assumes. Despite all the time he spends in front of his macbook, he’s a great sprinter and tennis player as well. This baffles everyone because ‘Where and when did he learn how to hold a racquet?’

~Similarly, while he’s not as muscular and wide-shouldered as Archie is, he’s got that lean build, only enunciated by his height. This also raises questions- ‘When does he even work out?’ He doesn’t. It’s a gift from God. But Betty certainly doesn’t question it, no, not when they’re making out in her room.

~Jughead can’t sing to save a life. If anyone needs him to shoo away a giant flock of birds, then his services would be useful, but not otherwise.

~That’s why he tries out the drums when Archie wants the gang to try out a song together. He can drum out a decent beat, he’s realised, but wouldn’t ever perform.

~While his vocal chords may ruin people’s hearing, he does love listening to music- he avoids pop as far as he can, and listens to Radiohead, the Beatles, Queen, etcetera.

~When he gets angry, he shuts himself away from the world. He starts writing, even if it’s not his book. He doesn’t listen to anyone but Betty, who always has the right trick up her sleeve to coerce him out of his cocoon.

~If something pisses him off when he’s with a group of friends, he does the same thing- he shuts up, and storms silently.

~His real anger is quiet, calm, non-explosive.

~He gets headaches quite often, probably due to the amount of time he spends looking at a bright screen- he doesn’t need spectacles, though.

~His favourite place to think is on the roof of Pop’s- sitting above a diner with close proximity to food- that gives him clarity.

~He wants to pursue writing, obviously, but his deepest desire is to work for National Geographic someday in the future.

~He’s self sufficient, but sometimes living without a home becomes too much to handle and all he wants is to move back in with his Dad.

~But then, he reminds himself that his Dad chucked him out in the first place.

~On some occasions, he feels guilty, because he knows that someone out there had it worse than he does.

~On other occasions, though, he lets himself feel miserable.

~In the end, however, he always figures it out and that’s what gives him hope.

sentence prompts ➝  the vampire academy
  • ❛ Do you think I’m pretty? ❜
  • ❛ I think you’re beautiful ❜
  • ❛ You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. ❜
  • ❛ Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies. ❜
  • ❛ I wish… we could be together. ❜
  • ❛ Then why did you lie to me? ❜
  • ❛ I need to protect her at all cost ❜
  • ❛ Did you see that dress? ❜
  • ❛ Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance? ❜
  • ❛ She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has potential ❜
  • ❛ Wild and disrespecful?  ❜
  • ❛ Who the hell are you anyway?  ❜
  • ❛ You beat up your dad. ❜
  • ❛ I’d chucked my book at out teacher and called her a fascist bastard. ❜
  • ❛ I hadn’t known what those words meant, but I’d known how to hit a moving target. ❜
  • ❛ If you’re going to think about me naked, do it on your own time. ❜
  • ❛ If you weren’t so psychotic, you’d be fun to hang around. ❜
  • ❛ The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t you ever touch me again.  ❜
  • ❛ You screw with me, I’ll screw you right back. ❜
  • ❛ I’m really not good with impulse control. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t believe in angels ❜
  • ❛ I believe in what I can do for myself. ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t like having reasonable arguments thrown at me. ❜
  • ❛ Oh, so that’s why you’re up here. For a pity party. ❜
  • ❛ This isn’t a joke. I’m serious. ❜
  • ❛ You actually did okay. ❜
  • ❛ I had a standing arrangement with God: I’d agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays. ❜
  • ❛ How do you feel right now? ❜
  • ❛ I hurt like hell. ❜
  • ❛ You’ll feel worse tomorrow. ❜
  • ❛ The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time. ❜
  • ❛ I find more peace with you. ❜
  • ❛ Love and loyalty runs deeper than blood. ❜
  • ❛ Open your eyes. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t go to sleep on me. Not yet. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t worry, I won’t bite. At least not in the way you’re afraid of. ❜
  • ❛ Were you really going to attack all of us? ❜
  • ❛ What’s with all the running, anyway? ❜
  • ❛ If you try to turn me against them one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I’ll have ripped your throat out! ❜
  • ❛ Still breaking hearts? ❜
  • ❛ I don’t think this stuff it working. ❜
  • ❛ We take what what we can get. ❜
  • Chuck: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • Michael: I did. I broke it...
  • Chuck: No. No, you didn’t. Gabriel?
  • Gabriel: Don’t look at me. Look at Lucifer.
  • Lucifer: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Gabriel: Huh. That’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Lucifer: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Gabriel: Suspicious.
  • Lucifer: No it’s not!
  • Metatron: If it matters, probably not... Amara was the last one to use it.
  • Amara: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Metatron: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Amara: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Metatron!
  • Michael: Alright let's not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Dad.
  • Chuck: No. Who broke it?
  • Lucifer: [whispering] Dad, Raphael's been awfully quiet...
  • Raphael: Really?!
  • Gabriel: Yeah, really!
  • Chuck: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it.
  • I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
  • Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.