Shhhh! (part four)
1.4k, Rated PG-13
Chris works at a library! And they’re both in high school! Three cheers for CHEESY AS FUCK AUs!
Chris’s parents aren’t the ‘sit him down for a talk’ types. They’d probably like to be, but Chris doesn’t give them much to go on. He’s perfected the art of the blank faced stare and has been known to practice selective mute-ism at his leisure. Usually, his parents just try to get the general message across that they’re trying to convey and then they leave him alone.
Happy 25th Birthday, Joseph Michael Richter (July 31st, 1989)
Mandeh loves coffee like Chris loves Darren’s butt.
I like how all of these 11-17 year olds are just going to school with vampires and werewolves and giant spiders and vicious three-headed dogs in their backyard, yet they need a permission slip with an iron-clad parent/guardian signature to go have a harmless butterbeer at the nearby wizarding village.
Okay, Hogwarts. Okay.
New favorite headcanon:
Blaine Anderson is a 1950s boy who fell through a rift in time, and ended up in the 2000s. The America branch of Torchwood took him, gave him a new identity and a home, and enrolled him in boarding school to keep him out of trouble.
He’s adapted pretty well so far—his favorite thing is that he can admit out loud that HE’S GAY HE LIKES BOY oh gosh that feels good~
and he wants to get married like yesterday because GOODNESS GRACIOUS KURT HE’S TWENTY DO YOU WANT HIM TO BE AN OLD MAID
Oh THAT’S why we’ve never seen his parents!
Cooper looks so different from him and their age difference is so large because he’s not Blaine brother, he’s his grand nephew (his brother’s grandson).
DO THE THING.
WALK THE MOON | Anna Sun
Carson/Aaron (werewolf au)
Happy birthday, Bee!
Aaron knows nothing about werewolves until his boyfriend gets bitten by one in the woods near Aaron’s house.
He feels responsible, of course. There aren’t supposed to be any wolves in California, but there have been rumors about those woods and the creepy howling for as long as Aaron’s lived here. Aaron even hears the howls himself, but his parents always tell him it’s just a neighbor’s dog and Aaron never had any reason not to believe that.
Until they went into the woods for a leisurely mid-afternoon dry hump away from prying parental eyes, and one of them came back out a supernatural creature.
We are 5 years past the last Harry Potter book and I still don’t have Hogwarts, A History.
This is a fucking crime you guys.
From their announcement:
For various reasons, Bass Coast Festival is banning feathered war bonnets, or anything resembling them, onsite. Our security team will be enforcing this policy.
We understand why people are attracted to war bonnets. They have a magnificent aesthetic. But their spiritual, cultural and aesthetic significance cannot be separated.
Bass Coast Festival takes place on indigenous land and we respect the dignity of aboriginal people. We have consulted with aboriginal people in British Columbia on this issue and we feel our policy aligns with their views and wishes regarding the subject. Their opinion is what matters to us.
Greenwich Mean Time
For the anon that wanted secret London trips and the anon that wanted sleepy cuddles. Two for one, hope you don’t mind. :)
Their internal clocks are twisted and turned every different direction and neither of them care. They muddle through mornings sleepy and content in their sprawling hotel bed, rutting together and kissing and sometimes getting so comfortable they forget what the point of it was and just fall asleep together again. They wake and shower in a stumbling series of movements that somehow miraculously end with them both being clean and they order a different more food than they could possibly eat from room service.