the year is 2045. you’re flipping through a celebrity magazine. it’s filled with new, unfamiliar celebrities. then you see misha collins’ kids. they’re angelic. you see benedict cumberbatch’s kids. they’re beautiful. you see colin morgan, jensen ackles, martin freeman, tom hiddleston, katie mcgrath. their hair is streaked with white. tears are falling from your face. all of their kids -the new generation of celebrities- are flawless and perfect. with a shaky hand, you turn the page again. it shows thomas brodie-sangster and anne hathaway. your eyes widen. their faces have not changed.