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In the mood to get sacrificed on some kind of altar
In the mood to get sacrificed on some kind of altar
Forget all the actual important shit about my identity and attitudes about it and life and all that that has changed the past 6 years
The REAL reason 14 y/o Manda would call 20 y/o Manda insane is because I reblog my cringe interests with my whole chest and 14 y/o Manda behaved like the personal FBI agent meme was real life thing that exclusively shot you for being a cringe girlie with cringe interests
So nice to see you active again! I'm not holding my breath for great meet-the-parent treatment and you've wrote Oliver meeting Connor's family before, would you write a headcanon of Connor meeting Oliver's brother?
They meet at a family gathering. Sunday dinner. Graduation party. Something like that.
Their handshake is cordial and they make pleasant small talk as they sit in the living room. Well, Connor and Oliver make pleasant small talk with Oliver’s sister-in-law while his brother pretends to listen while actually watching the Flyers/Habs game.
Eventually, the four of them are called into dinner. It’s a meal of good food and good family. And, when it’s all said and done, Connor considers the night a success. It wasn’t perfect but it was a good first step.
He and Oliver’s brother shake hands goodbye as Connor and Oliver head out to grab their train and, seeing that his wife is taking her time saying good night to Oliver, the other Mr. Hampton figures now is as good a time as any.
“Listen..” He glances at his brother for a moment and his eyes are hard when they meet Connor’s. “Take care of him.”
Connor’s eyes too dart over at Oliver before returning to the man before him. “I will.”
“I mean it.”
“I do too.”
Their eyes hold for the briefest of moments. Connor feels like this might be a test but can’t be sure.
Then, his hand is free again. “Okay,” Oliver’s brother says. He pastes a smile on his lips before turning to hug his brother goodbye.
Okay indeed.
Didn't mean to post the same picture twice. Internet is slow in the car. Phone is slow anywhere. I think I found a comfortable position in this clusterfuck of wires and snacks so I'm gonna try to sleep.
all of my plants are thriving even though they all died last month and I’m so stupidly and shyly proud of myself because look I made things grow :3
Like really being drunk is so fabulous