@ muserevival || 076.4. Ten Things

[aussielawyer]

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1. Got drunk, knocked two chicks up (not at the same time)
2. Got drunk, married in Vegas
3. Missed a year of my daughter's life being an arsehole
4. Missed 15 years of my son's life for drunk college fuck
5. Lighting farts
6. Bondi Beach nudie run circa 1997
7. Sammy's Buck's Night... the whole night
8. Slept with my boss when I had a boss
9. Bought my wife lingerie from last season's collection
10. Spent about 12 years of my life being a constant arsehole

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[inkandleather]

Feeling shaky and weird again.

@ muserevival // 076.4. Ten Things

[angelwithoutwings]

HERE @ muserevival

1) Daddy
2) Fiancé
3) Twin
4) Brother
5) Son
6) Musician
7) Student
8) Philanthropist
9) Producer
10) Ambitious

@ muserevival // 076.6. Misc/Random

[angelwithoutwings]

HERE @ muserevival

"Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated." – Lamartine

They had all know this difficult time would be upon them sooner rather than later, but no matter how much time they had to prepare, it still felt like a huge impact to have Beau out of action and separated from their little family bubble. But the bone marrow transplant procedure was Beau’s best chance of survival after the long and painful battle with leukemia, and for the second time in his life.

Angel was sitting out in one of the hospital waiting rooms, his baby daughter nursed in his arms while he fed her a bottle. She had a loose hold of the bottle with one of her hands while she drank and peered up at him, just watching him. There had been a couple of months there where she was really unsettled with colic and wouldn’t sleep through the night, but she seemed to be settling now and Angel felt like he was getting more of his groove as a daddy when he was pretty sure in the first couple of months of Daisy’s life, he was epic daddy fail on many levels.

( In the seat beside him sat Austin, his twin brother who was at least as chill as he could be... )

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[onlyoneofme]

It had to be completely wanton and borderline obsessive with how many dirty dreams and fantasies Casper had now racked up about his sex on legs crush.

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[slowsouthernstyle]

Come home to find my displeased man tucked up in bed under the watchful eye of Nana Turner.

"You know I'm in misery."

[pullmysteth]

Who: Riley Bryant and Kate Bryant
What: Twin senses
Where: Riley's apartment
When: Day after THIS

Riley and Gray had both slept the entire previous day away. It was Riley who ended up surfacing first, around 4am the next morning and found himself praying to the porcelain god for way too long than he needed to know it in exact minutes. He felt ill. He didn't know whether it was stress, medication side effects from what Lachlan had put him back on, or maybe picked something up on holiday that was flaring everything else up. It didn't really matter. All he knew was that after sleeping for 18 or 19 hours, he had woken feeling like he had been hit by a bus. After the episode of being repeatedly violently ill in the bathroom, he had weakly crawled back into bed with Grayson and crashed again for a few more hours. He didn't know if Grayson had been up when he had been asleep, but if he had, he was probably feeling much like Riley was, and that he didn't want to disrupt Gray's sleep. All of this, it was taking its toll on him. At least he and Gray could help each other through it. Unless Gray changed his mind about everything, which Riley could deny to himself that was what he was expecting to happen.

He re-awoke later that morning again around 10. He didn't feel much better. In fact, he wasn't sure what end to aim at the toilet first that time, and ended up burning the candle at both ends hugging a trash can. Even if it wasn't stress causing, it stress was making him feel worse. He was out on the balcony of his apartment now, shaking hand trying to pluck a cigarette from his pack when the sliding glass door opened and closed. Kate had a key to his place, just like Riley had one to hers. It was part of their twin-code, it just was what it was. They would never intrude on each other's private time, but if there was concern or, like now, one of them wasn't feeling well, the other had free pass to come check on them whenever they wanted and as much as they wanted.

He had to be looking like death warmed up. He was in his shaggy old bathrobe with a tank top and well-loved faded cotton blue and grey checked pyjama pants. His hair was a disaster zone, curls all over the place and he had his glasses on because his eyes and head were killing him, contacts weren't going to happen. It was a far cry from how put together and professional he had been the last time he and Kate had lunch together. She surprised him one day at work and shared nachos in one of the courtyards together. That was when things had still be going well for him, when he had hope. He lit up and took the first drag on the cigarette, hoping it might calm a bit of his nerves. "I'm not dead, I only feel like it," he told her, moving to the nearest seat to sit heavily in it and pulled the glass ashtray on the table closer to him.

@ muserevival || 076.6. Misc/Random

[aussielawyer]

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"Love is what you've been through with somebody." - James Thurber

Mark wouldn't admit to anything but the fact that the heart attack he had a good few weeks back now had only been minor. And anyway, his son had been seriously sick and they had all gone through a terrifying time, so who could really blame him for having a heart attack anyway? He was just getting seriously bored of the diet he was supposed to be adhering to and he was pretty sure he had rested enough to last him a lifetime. He didn't like to admit that he still got a little short of breath sometimes and even though there was no chest pain or worrying symptoms, he did get tired easily.

Now that his son was on the mend and actually quite thriving compared to what he had been the other week, Mark was already on the campaign to get back to work so he could begin getting down to the bones of Justin's custody case. A custody case that should never be happening because the grounds for it were absolutely ludicrous, but he would do whatever it took to protect his son from more pain... and if that meant taking his selfish bitch of a mother down in a court of law, then it was going to happen. It was convincing his cardiologist identical twin that he was fine to stop the prescribed rest and jump into preparing the case like a dog with a bone.

( So, here he was, in bed resting - again - and trying to urge himself to be interested in any one of the latest books he had added to his iPad just out of sheer boredom... )

[ TEXT MESSAGE ] To Riley @ pullmysteth

[sexyinscrubs]

How are you doing, darling?

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[angelwithoutwings]

So, Beau, even facing a potentially life-saving procedure, still managed to pwn my lovely twin. Left a message with the theatre nurse to be put on his medical file to give to his husband three days after the procedure. It was a simple request to borrow his Louis Vuitton overnight bag to bring his stuff to the hospital.

Aussie goes to get it out to pack up, and finds these packed inside. I cannot. I CANNOT.