#Britin Manor

[impala124]

One thing that is very endearing(to me) about Britin is Justin naming stuff for Brian.

Kinnetik - like my man just said that here's the name for your brand new agency and Brian was like, yeah, that works. 😂

Gus(referring to a human being as stuff is incorrect, but you catch my drift)- Let us talk about how Gus gets his name for a second.

The choices are Gus (Lindsay's preferance) and Abraham (Mel's GRANDFATHER's name) and they choose to go with Gus because Justin said so. No wonder Mel is pissed at Brian, I would be too. Lindsay, what were you thinking?

Bonus : Justin naming the manor 'Britin'.

[babylonights]

a 4th post of small facts :,)

- Britin Manor is in West Virginia, but less than half an hour from pittsburgh (511)

- justin took daphne’s virginity (119)

- vanilla pudding with maple syrup was emmett’s comfort food as a kid (511)

- brian is circumsized (106)

- ben and justin have the same birthday (216)

- it’s justin’s birthday today (and ben’s)

- justin told daphne brian said i love you the first night they fucked (102)

- michael is older than brian (111/122)

- ted is the oldest of the gang, before justin emmett was the youngest (mentioned throughout the series)

- ted turned 39 in 513

- melanie rachel marcus (512)

- michael had his tonsils removed at 8 years old, he hadn’t been in the hospital since until 510 (511)

- debbie loves the song “white rabbit” by jefferson airplane (311)

First Second Third

[itsmrkinney]

It’s Not What You Think It Is

@justin-sunshine-taylor:

Justin sat on the sofa chewing on his thumbnail with his right leg nervously bouncing up and down. He was more than sure he had covered all of his bases; weeks and weeks of clandestine meetings with Chris that he was sure Brian knew nothing about. Brian didn’t know Chris from Babylon or Liberty Avenue. The two of them met in secret at Chris’ studio and that’s where he and Justin spent their time together. It wasn’t until late last night that everything got fucked up! Justin got a frantic call from Deb asking if he would ever consider filling in for one of the waiters and that it was an absolute emergency and he likely wouldn’t be there long because someone else would show up in an hour or so to take over. Justin figured he could have Chris pick him up there and spend some time with him, so he said sure. Except Deb forgot her keys and walked out the back door of the diner to say goodnight to Sunshine before heading back home- only to find Justin and Chris in Chris’ car- with Justin naked from the waist down and bent over the leather seat. That’s when everyone panicked. Deb ran off, Justin froze, Chris didn’t know what to do because he didn’t know Deb…everything went haywire. After calming Chris and getting him to leave, Justin went to stay at Daphne’s to talk. They stayed up late, talking everything out, figuring Deb would come to Justin for an explanation first. At 3:00 a.m., Justin left a message on Brian’s phone telling him he was at Daphne’s and he was going to stay there for the night. What he didn’t expect was, when he got up at 8:00 a.m., he had dozens of messages from Ben, Emmett, Ted, Cynthia, Mel, Lindsay, and Brian. The last ten had been from Brian. The first four were left around 2:30 a.m. and said he was staying at the loft because of trouble at Babylon. The last six wanted to know what the fuck was going on and that Justin better be at Britin by 10:00 the next morning. It was 9:56 a.m. as Justin sat on the sofa and watched Brian’s Corvette angrily speed into the driveway. Justin took a deep breath. It wasn’t what it looked like. It was going to be Brian’s 39th birthday soon and Justin had just returned from New York on a full time basis. There were perfectly reasonable explanations for all of this. Except when you added things that looked like lurking, and secrets being kept, and…everything else Justin had been doing since he came home. Everything had been perfect until now. The success of Kinnetic alone kept Babylon going. They were able to keep the loft and Britin and had decided they would marry next year sometime, once things settled down. If Justin could just keep a clear head, he could explain all of this, and…and then he watched as Brian angrily kicked his way out of the car and stormed toward the house. It was then that he panicked and ran to his studio, locking the door behind him. If Brian just called to him to come out and talk, he would. If he sounded really pissed, Justin knew he could crawl out of one of the skylights and run.

Brian remembers the saddened look on Debbie’s face when she told him. He remembers the conversation perfectly, what she’d told him, how she offered her sympathies. But he didn’t want them. Hell, he didn’t need them. He didn’t need for someone to tell him that they’re sorry. He didn’t need a shoulder to cry on. Most of all, he didn’t need to feel this aching in his chest again, because fuck, did it hurt.

Justin was cheating on him again, and what’s worse is he can’t even get the little twat to answer his goddamn phone! Brian wanted answers, he wanted the truth. He wanted to know why, after all this, that Justin would leave him again. If he had to admit to himself, though, he doesn’t blame him. After all, it’s not like Brian hadn’t been so cruelly reminded, on multiple occasions, that he’s not fucking worth it. Still, it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

As he drives down the turnpike, Brian can’t help the thoughts that swirl around in his head. After leaving message after message on Justin’s phone, somehow it’d finally come to pass that they’d meet at the manor this morning. It’s been a long time coming.

Even still, as Brian turns into the long drive up to the manor house, Brian is quickly overtaken by his emotions, but in the end, it’s the anger that wins out. His hands are clenching the steering wheel tightly, and his entire body is tense as he slows the ‘vette to a halt. He puts the car in park, cuts the engine, and climbs out, slamming the door shut.

He doesn’t know what to expect when he opens the door. Part of him expects to see all of Justin’s belongings stacked up at the bottom of the staircase. He wouldn’t blame him for packing his things. After all, he was leaving him, but just the thought of it stabs Brian right through the chest.

But there’s nothing there. Brian opens the door, and he’s met with nothing but silence. There’s no sign of the younger man anywhere, and surprisingly enough, Brian doesn’t see any of his belongings packed. Where is he? he thinks as he pulls the front door shut behind him. Where’s Justin?

[gwaincs-blog]

JULY 10, 1989

britin, ( @britinsj )

   hope summer’s treating you well, mate. sorry about the rather short letter that’s about to follow this, but i reckon we’ll have more time for catch up soon. things have gotten rather bland at balinor manor, what with avalon and i being pretty well removed from general society, and she actually had the thought to invite you, cal, and whoever else wanted to show up, to the manor for a “pool party.” (if you need motivation besides seeing some of your mates, avalon also promised to make her “famous” margaritas)

   not sure on a date or anythin yet, but i just wrote cal earlier about the same thing, so if we find a date that works for everyone we’ll be golden. bring whatever “party favors” you want, but remember that if you decide to take anything it means you’re crashing in one of the guest rooms. i’m not going to be responsible for you splinchin because you’re blitzed, alright?

   anyways, write back if you’re interested with whatever times your free this summer.

see you soon,

𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧

PS. avalon would like me to let you know that if you don’t bring that liquor she liked last time, she’ll “hex you into oblivion and make up some preposterous rumor about you in the papers -- wizard and muggle” her words, not mine.

[gwaincs-blog]

JULY 10, 1989

cal, ( @calvinbc )

     hope this owl finds you well, mate ... actually i hope that this letter finds you at all, to be honest (mordred’s out hunting so i’m using avalon’s owl, nimuhe, to send this -- much like her owner she doesn’t always listen to my directions. if she does make it to you, give her a treat, will ya?) things have been pretty normal out here at balinor manor since returning home from hogwarts. avalon seems to be happy to be back home, as am i, but cavall seems to be enjoying the return more than both of us combined. seems he missed all the room to run and the pool to swim in.

     which brings me to the reason i’m writing to ya. this “normalcy” is already getting kind of boring, and what better way to disrupt it than get the boys back in town? 

    ... that is the lamest thing i’ve ever written. disregard it.

   anyways, what i mean to say is, you, and britin -- i’ll probably be writing him in a bit when mordred returns -- and whoever else you two drag along should make your way to balinor manor for a get together or pool party or whatever. avalon’s more than happy to mix drinks and lend us her muggle records so long as the normal deal to stay out of her room still stands. which it does. 

     note: lonnie also wants me to tell you that cavall is our dog and not your date to this pool party, should it happen

   alright well i suppose that’s it for now, mate. hope to hear from ya soon.

your friend,  𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒓