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"I thought you should know that I love Morgan. I just don't like the men he dates''

He had to wonder why, time and time again, Lupin showed up to be a pain in the ass. Did he have nothing better to do with his time? And an even better question would be why would Chris care about what Lupin likes and dislikes?

"Boo hoo. Get in line. You're not the first and you won't be the last."

#he's so unamused hahaha #ask:chris #r:lupin&chris

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LOGAN LERMAN | The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon (x)

#face:chris

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Ugh, and now I'm getting the urge of making a new blog for another one of my muses.

Why am I like this?

#u need to get it together david #for reals #ooc

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Logan in We Were The Lucky Ones

#face:chris #look at him all dressed up. what a cutie

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Chris was just half a second away from blowing a hole into Brandon's face, only stopping because he was quick in identifying the intruder in his apartment. Adrenaline had rushed all through him, making it hard for him to truly process the emotions that were stirring because this very surprising and unwelcomed attempt at a joke.

And to add a kinda flirty comment to it all as if it was okay? Chris really had trouble understanding how some people's brains worked.

"You have a fucking death wish," he said simply, finally placing the safety on his gun and tucking it right back into his pants. His blue eyes studied the other, trying to calculate quickly had long it had been since the last time their paths crossed... Alas, it seemed like he needed a drink for this conversation, so he merely made a detour towards the kitchen.

"Next time you decide to walk back into my life, CALL," he instructed as he opened the fridge to pull out his whisky. Needless to say, he poured two glasses. "I can't guarantee next time that I won't shoot you. And you'd have it coming considering now you know how I react to having my house breached."

Had he thought it would be hilarious to sneak into Chris' apartment —illegally— and surprise him as if he were some kind of cartoonish villain sitting in the dark, waiting to turn the lamp on and reveal himself dramatically? Yes. Had he thought he'd have a gun pointed at his face while doing so? Not a chance, but maybe he should've thought it better.

However, the opportunity to be a little shit and ease some tension off the atmosphere was right there, so he took it.

"I did hope to have a gun pointed in my direction just not that gun, you know what I mean?" Brandon teased with bravado, lifting his hands in the common sign of 'I surrender' in hopes of making Chris feel less threatened and offering his trademark smile.

"I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop— please lower that thing, man. What if you actually shoot me? I'd have a hole where a hole isn't supposed to be and the epic plans I machinated for our reunion will be heavily delayed. Please?"

#convo:brandon&chris #v:what if i change the world? #c:chris #stormbringcr #q

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WHO ARE YOU IN THE HAUNTED HOUSE?

The Father

You’ve made mistakes. You see them play out on an endless and nauseating loop whenever you close your eyes. If you could just interfere! Somehow pass on what knowledge you now possess to the person you were then. Of course, now you know, you know, YOU KNOW. But what’s done is done, leaving you behind, holding the shards of what you broke in your bleeding and calloused hands. They look at you differently now, so you smile bigger and hope it reaches your eyes. It’s okay though, because you’re going to make it better, you have to. And god knows you can’t be wrong again, you simply won’t allow it, can’t even entertain the idea. When doubt creeps in, you’ll stamp it down. When things begin to go wrong, you’ll turn a blind eye. There isn’t room inside of you to hold any more wrong.

Tagged by: @endlss-voiid

Tagging: @soulsuckrrs, @stormbringcr, @euphoriaemporiae, @magneticrage, @holygroundscafe and everyone else!

#meme:chris #this was fun! thank you for tagging me

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It was a rough problem for Chris to wrap his head around. Even if he was supernatural himself, his ability didn't exactly draw too much attention. If anything, he was the one making sure nobody else was being flashy. That's why he had spent countless hours training ever since he was a kid, because he knew he didn't have an ace up his sleeve to turn a fight in his favor.

"That's a good idea. Relying on magic alone is a risk, especially if you run into people like me, or if you need to be discreet," he agreed, nodding as Milo prepared himself for another round. That was, if anything, the best advice he could give him.

"Let's focus on your training, then. We can keep doing this weekly, I can make the time. It's the least I can do for the multiple times you've helped me before," he offered gently, wiping some sweat off his forehead before he took a few steps back into the training area, waiting for Milo. "Or do you want us to train more often? Go on, hands up- Here I go again."

Milo laughed and shook his head. "I dunno if that would work or not, but it doesn't really matter, cuz I don't know any wind spells. If I'm honest, I'm not like one of those big powerful wizard types. I know some magic. I don't know very much offensive magic, and the stuff I do know is super flashy, and would freak out any normal folk who saw it."

He set his bottle down, and did a little bit of stretching, getting ready for more. "There's really only one kinda spell I know that I can do discretely, but in that fight last time, I didn't have time to get it out. And I guess that's the whole point. Can't rely on magic. But lately, bad dudes seem to come out of the woodwork, and like, magic or just tough guys... I gotta do better about keeping myself safe. And maybe others, too, ya know?"

#convo:milo&chris #c:chris #v:don't look down 'cause we're still rising #holygroundscafe #q

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The nerve of some people...

Of course Chris was actively blocking his power, he didn't trust Lupin one bit. He didn't even understand how, after everything, Morgan still insisted on keeping him in his life. However, that wasn't his call, so he'd keep his mouth shut and try his absolute hardest not to get in the middle of it... even if the desire to put a bullet in the other was pretty much mutual.

"Because, of course, there are droughts rough enough to dry the whole fucking sea, huh?" he fired back, before he could even control his own tongue. The need of this fox to have the last word...

Slinky rushed into the room quickly, to see what the ruckus was about he figured. He reached down to lift him in his arms, holding him gently since he, unlike Lupin, did love dogs.

Do it for Morgan, he told himself. Fucking do it for Morgan.

"You can stay," he states simply, keeping his temper in check while he caressed Slinky's ears mindlessly. "I'll stop blocking your powers, you can have the spare room. Morgan said he'd be back around midnight, if you need him."

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Hate was a word he used for a select group of people despite him making believe he despised every one who he encountered and unfortunately for Chris he happened to be among that minority (though he was trying to tolerate him for his brothers sake) even if he did want nothing more than to put a bullet in him— preferably one of his knee caps just to wipe that smug grin off his face that he seemed to always wear in his presence. He doubts he would be so cocky if the void found a way to counteract his ability of blocking another person powers.

His lips seal into a thin line as he gives him a warning look, flickering deep behind his mismatched gaze, and twists the ring he had begun wearing on his wedding finger once, then twice, agitatedly, until it threatens to fall off completely. This would have been the moment when all of the shadows in the room would have begun to close in on them, but because his powers were currently blocked, nothing happened.❛It mainly depends if there has been a drought.❜ He snipes back as he continues to tower over him, only to slink back into the shadows when he notices his brother dog enter the room. ❛I was hoping you would allow me to stay here tonight. My sister is having a sleepover with her friends at my apartment, and I don't want to disturb her, but now that I see you are looking after my brother's dog which obviously means he  is not here, I will be going. I don’t like dogs.❜ 

#convo:lupin&chris #c:chris #v:don't look down 'cause we're still rising #endlss-voiid #q

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How was it he kept his emotions in check? He pondered over the question for a few moments, not truly sure what to answer. Perhaps it had been his training, perhaps it was simply a matter of difference in character. Whatever it was, staying in control had never truly been a problem for him.

... But then again, the figured trauma had a lot to do with it to begin with, but that was not a door to be opened. Ever.

"Maybe wat you need is therapy," he suggested bluntly, although it came from a place of care. Either way, he was now determined to help Dimitri through this block of his, so the least he could do was see it through. "It does help my brother to relax, actually. There's a cool place out of town. Hotsprings. We can take my car and be there in an hour. Shall we?"

"Hah." Dimitri couldn't help himself. "Me too." Though he had not seen his brother in ages now and would choose not to if given the option. Chris had no idea and Dimitri couldn't begin to explain it without delving deep into just how fucked up his family could be. Of course he did not know the details of Chris' situation. It felt too much like prying and he didn't think the other would actually tell him too much even if he asked. It was sometimes best to keep that kind of information private. "No, I understand. Tell someone what you are, who or what you came from and suddenly you're being hunted down." That had never been a reality for Dimitri so far but it was a very real possibility. There were beings higher on the desired list than him though and he was entirely harmless.

"How?" Dimitri was a passionate man who was most definitely ruled by his emotions. Having them under control all of the time just seemed impossible. "I could never." He didn't expect an actual answer to that question, Chris seemed calm and collected by nature but perhaps that was just part of what he was.

"I guess not really. I just didn't think anything like that could fix me. I just try to ignore it, occupy myself until it goes away long enough for me to focus on something else." Chris was a good friend for putting up with any of this to begin with. It wasn't really his problem. "Does it really help? I mean, does it really help your brother to just... relax?"

#convo:dimitri&chris #c:chris #v:don't look down 'cause we're still rising #lungsandlips #q

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I have every intention of writing my drafts tonight.

So, while I'm here, maybe like for a one liner?

#It's gonna be short. maybe to keep the blog actve #ooc #starter call #I guess?? hahaha

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#face:chris

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Logan promoting We Were The Lucky Ones

“Have you seen the new Percy Jackson series?”

“Uh no I haven’t”

#face:chris

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the original internet boyfriend 

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LOGAN LERMAN | reacts to his 'White Boy of the Century' title (Entertainment Tonight) (x)

#face:chris

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Normally, Chris would tease Milo for his measly reason to go to the gym. He, however, remembered his own little brother complaining about how blunt and disrespectful he could be and decided not to. Besides, the fact that Milo had gone out of his way to request for personal training was commendable enough... And in actual combat of all things.

Chris might've been a dick, but he'd never mock someone's desire to be stronger.

"There's no reason why a little twink can't be a fucking menace," he offered in what he hoped was some sort of reassurance. "First we're gonna do is fight the notion that being thin is a bad thing. Brute strength means nothing against agility and reflexes. That's what I'm gonna teach you."

He made a small pause, reaching for his own water bottle and taking a big sip, although he wasn't nearly as agitated as Milo.

"Aren't there ways you can subtly use your magic in combat, though? I don't know the first thing about the arcane, but can't you like cast wind to make punches more powerful or something like that?"

Milo trailed off to rest a moment, nodding. "It's definitely more work then my gym sessions. And I only really go to see the cute dudes showing off for each other," he added, chuckling through a couple deep breaths. He bent over, hands to his knees and shook his head, feeling the sweat splash off his wet forehead.

"You know, a cooler weeks ago, some assholes jumped me, on my way to thr Bank, with the Cafe's deposit. Right in fuckin' daylight, in front of a bunch people." He sighed as he straightened back up, feeling a little burnt of shame across his cheeks. "Like, a few good hits, and then they grabbed my shoulder bag, with the money inside, and ran off. I couldn't use my magic, there were too many muggles around."

He walked over to the side and grabbed his water bottle, taking a swig. "It fuckin' sucked. It's been a while since I been reminded that I'm just a weak little twink. Thats... uh. I guess that's what really made me call you. You know, to set all of this up," he admitted, gesturing to the training room.

#convo:milo&chris #c:chris #v:don't look down 'cause we're still rising #holygroundscafe #q

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"What can I say? Cookies taste better when they're stolen off your plate," he added, in the same nonchalant and shameless tone as before. It was through little acts like that one that they managed to remain relatively sane after all those years. Some things wouldn't really change, even when they were both now entering their adulthood.

To think they had spent their entire lives as slaves, as tools for somebody else's wicked purposes. It was as sickening as it was enraging, but Chris tried his best to push those thoughts aside. Not that it proved to be too hard when he all but melted under the feeling of Jude's hands on his chest.

"Just a bit longer," he offered, his own hand reaching out to touch her hair, to caress it mindlessly as they kept talking. "Just a few more weeks and we'll be free."

The coup was so close he could almost taste it. Their allies were gathering closeby, thanks to Jude's efforts. The organization didn't suspect a thing either, he had made sure of that. Soon they would meet their fates. Win or die, they'd be free either way.

"Go out with me," he stated bluntly, no build up whatsoever. "Let's find a shitty diner and order waffles for dinner. Let me pay. I'll make it worth your while."

Her eyes followed Chris as he crossed the room towards her, his first step was enough to tell her he wasn't going to take her bait to a spar. She didn't blame him, especially if he was about to be extracted from a mission. But that didn't do anything for the pent up energy she was struggling with. The feeling of anxiety was almost overwhelming, she felt trapped with it, with herself. Coming away from the only life she'd ever known was more of a challenge than Judith had believed it would be. Reinventing herself, finding out who she really was, that frightened her more than the organization getting their hands on her again, at least she knew what to expect from them.

Chris would likely be the only person to truly see her this way, her guard down enough to see the glimmer of the person inside the machine. Any other time she was a shell, a weapon made for death. And yet she was moved by Chris, drawn in by his familiar and comforting presence. Her hands lowered to rest against his chest and Jude couldn't help how she leaned into him, almost as if she weren't sure he were really there, tilting her head into his touch and letting her subtle smile broaden just a fraction more.

"I dunno, kinda sounds like you missed the cookies more," she teased, tone soft and affectionate despite her words. It had been so long since she had last let herself relax, something Jude found herself doing with Chris there, close to her again. It still amazed her how he could settle even the most restless parts of her even when she couldn't. Even when all the training and rigorous missions didn't take off the edge, just having Chris there settled whatever tempest was inside her. Nostalgia washed over her and for once it wasn't fucking bad or tainted with the horrors she saw in her sleep.

"I'm fine, just... fucking restless, I don't like waiting around," impatience had always been something Judith struggled with but she knew the outcome of this plan required it, she had to stay strong, if for nothing else then for Chris because he was still in it. Jude knew her mission, knew what she was supposed to do in order to make sure their task was completed. That there were never any other children who grew up like Chris and Jude had, ridding the world of this evil would be a blessing. Jude just wasn't sure if she'd live through it or not. Death had never frightened her before but now, now that she had the opportunity to actually live Jude didn't know what to do with herself.

How did a weapon, a monster, live as a human? It learned to love. "I missed you too, Chris." A lot more than she would verbalize, it could be too dangerous expressing how she truly felt aloud, so Jude showed it in other ways. Like how her fingers caressed across his chest, like she was trying to ease the tension from them and how she softened, just for him.

#convo:jude&chris #c:chris #v:don't look down 'cause we're still rising #twistedthings #q

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Chris was just about to tease back, his mind always quick to come up with silly retorts. Alas, he stopped the second he realized Phoenix was muttering some sort of incantation -or he assumed it was an incantation because who the hell started spewing words in dead languages just for the fun of it?

Soon the sword manifested itself again and Chris had to dodge with his neck a little bit because of the closeness between them. Granted, his friend had managed to conjure the very weapon responsible for the few gashes on his skin.

"Perhaps. It makes no difference to me. Magic is magic," he thought. While he understood there was a theoretical difference between one and the other, in practice it was all the same. It was all dangerous and tricky and it was all blockable.

"Either way... I figured you'd like it. So yeah, I brought it for you. Call it a token of my appreciation for the multiple ways you've helped me in the past."

"I'm Irish. It's in me blood," Phoenix shot back without missing a beat, gaze still fixed on the object in his hand as he tilted his head, seeming to spot something.

Covering the cross with his other hand, he muttered something that might have been in another language under his breath, no nothing discernable as one of the modern dialects currently spoken in the mortal world before he closed his fist around it.

With a quick, fluid movement, he extended his arm out, the sword reappearing as he swung it with a dramatic flourish that suggested it wasn't the first time he'd happened to have a sword in his hand, but that was neither here nor there for the moment, a broad smirk etching on his face.

"Think ya templar might've had a connection wit' the fae. Sword's got a complicated an' unusual glamour on it, but a glamour nonetheless."

#convo:phoenix&chris #c:chris #v:don't look down 'cause we're still rising #neonbitemarks #q