Feb. 29th, 2016
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muserevival ~ 117.5. Ten Things
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alittletoolegalHERE @ muserevival
Ten things you find special
1. My little boy
2. Being a mommy
3. Sloppy little boy kisses and cuddles
4. My family
5. My rewarding job as a Child & Family Attorney
6. My Italian heritage
7. Being a twin
8. Being surrounded by kind and beautiful friends
9. My son's laugh
10. Life
Ten things you find special
1. My little boy
2. Being a mommy
3. Sloppy little boy kisses and cuddles
4. My family
5. My rewarding job as a Child & Family Attorney
6. My Italian heritage
7. Being a twin
8. Being surrounded by kind and beautiful friends
9. My son's laugh
10. Life
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Feb. 29th, 2016 02:48 amtearingloveapartHERE @ muserevival
Wait
Tyler didn't want anyone near him. The only people he was even letting near his twin were the doctors and the nurses. He had blocked Nate, he had been holding his parents and younger brother off. None of that would be easy for them, but he wasn't coping and his mind was playing tricks on him again. He was fearing if anyone or anything got close to Jeremy, they would harm him more.
He hadn't been there the first time Jeremy was harmed. He caused the harm, but he was so mentally incapacitated that he hadn't been present. He had been a mess, on death's door himself. Riddled with addiction and untreated mental illness that caused a terrible form of amnesia causing him to forget he had a twin at all. The paranoid delusions made him believe his identical twin was an evil projection trying to kill him. He didn't remember those things, but he had been told of the worst of it, as a form of therapy to try to recover.
Now there were complications. Something was wrong with Jeremy. He wasn't waking up. He was just lying there. And Tyler sat, and he waited. All he could do was wait. He couldn't leave. If he left, he would give into all those horrible urges creeping back into his mind. The cravings were gnawing away inside. He had scratches up his forearms just from clawing at them with the hunger to use again. If he went away, he would do something bad again. And if he did that, he wouldn't be here for Jeremy. He would be gone. He would have to end it.
He had to be here. He had to wait. That was all there was left to do.
muserevivalWait
Tyler didn't want anyone near him. The only people he was even letting near his twin were the doctors and the nurses. He had blocked Nate, he had been holding his parents and younger brother off. None of that would be easy for them, but he wasn't coping and his mind was playing tricks on him again. He was fearing if anyone or anything got close to Jeremy, they would harm him more.
He hadn't been there the first time Jeremy was harmed. He caused the harm, but he was so mentally incapacitated that he hadn't been present. He had been a mess, on death's door himself. Riddled with addiction and untreated mental illness that caused a terrible form of amnesia causing him to forget he had a twin at all. The paranoid delusions made him believe his identical twin was an evil projection trying to kill him. He didn't remember those things, but he had been told of the worst of it, as a form of therapy to try to recover.
Now there were complications. Something was wrong with Jeremy. He wasn't waking up. He was just lying there. And Tyler sat, and he waited. All he could do was wait. He couldn't leave. If he left, he would give into all those horrible urges creeping back into his mind. The cravings were gnawing away inside. He had scratches up his forearms just from clawing at them with the hunger to use again. If he went away, he would do something bad again. And if he did that, he wouldn't be here for Jeremy. He would be gone. He would have to end it.
He had to be here. He had to wait. That was all there was left to do.
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Feb. 29th, 2016 03:04 amamericanskinThe definition of success: Being pregnant and not puking when you see someone else do it.
"Don't wanna miss a thing."
Feb. 29th, 2016 01:19 pmamericanskinWho: Angela Ashwood and Clint Chevalier
What: D&Ms
Where: Angela's place
When: After THIS
Clint was built like a fucking war horse, so the fact he had fallen ill said a lot for how much he was buckling under the pressure. Angela hadn't gotten a chance to tell Ainsley that Clint was going to be staying with them for a little while, but she knew it would all work. They were all family, and this was what family did when times were tough. They were there, they were supportive, and they loved you and cared for you unconditionally. Clint was like a brother to her in so many ways. He was just as much part of her family as anyone blood related, and so was Lincoln. She had definitely earned her Fag Hag Stripes over the years. She would do anything for the people she loved. That was probably evidence by the fact she was currently just six weeks off giving birth to a surrogate baby for two more of her friends.
Her pregnancy was proceeding as normal, however, so that wasn't an issue here. The issue was that Clint was ill and he was feeling miserable because of it. Not just physically, but emotionally because the hospital staff wouldn't let anyone who could potentially have something contagious into the ICU. It was protocol. If Clint had a bug of any description, he couldn't go in to see Lincoln... when Lincoln was currently in a bad way. If Lincoln's condition worsened any further, he would be packed off to emergency surgery for a third time.
Angela had been with Lincoln, and wanted to talk to Clint now. She didn't want Clint to be holed up in her spare room alone and miserable, when he probably had crazy amounts of things going on in his mind. She came in and brought him a cup of peppermint tea. "See if you can keep that down," he coaxed and came to sit beside him on the bed.
What: D&Ms
Where: Angela's place
When: After THIS
Clint was built like a fucking war horse, so the fact he had fallen ill said a lot for how much he was buckling under the pressure. Angela hadn't gotten a chance to tell Ainsley that Clint was going to be staying with them for a little while, but she knew it would all work. They were all family, and this was what family did when times were tough. They were there, they were supportive, and they loved you and cared for you unconditionally. Clint was like a brother to her in so many ways. He was just as much part of her family as anyone blood related, and so was Lincoln. She had definitely earned her Fag Hag Stripes over the years. She would do anything for the people she loved. That was probably evidence by the fact she was currently just six weeks off giving birth to a surrogate baby for two more of her friends.
Her pregnancy was proceeding as normal, however, so that wasn't an issue here. The issue was that Clint was ill and he was feeling miserable because of it. Not just physically, but emotionally because the hospital staff wouldn't let anyone who could potentially have something contagious into the ICU. It was protocol. If Clint had a bug of any description, he couldn't go in to see Lincoln... when Lincoln was currently in a bad way. If Lincoln's condition worsened any further, he would be packed off to emergency surgery for a third time.
Angela had been with Lincoln, and wanted to talk to Clint now. She didn't want Clint to be holed up in her spare room alone and miserable, when he probably had crazy amounts of things going on in his mind. She came in and brought him a cup of peppermint tea. "See if you can keep that down," he coaxed and came to sit beside him on the bed.
"Everything I do, I do it for you..."
Feb. 29th, 2016 06:02 pmlifeinthefastlaneWho? Quentin Lawrence and Kevin Lawson
What? Parental life
When? Monday night
Where? The Lawson-Lawrence home
Being a foster parent was probably the hardest thing Kevin could have ever imagined, especially when being a foster parent to a very sick, and very abused little boy whose tiny body had already been through hell more than once on account of his mother's neglect and outright abuse. But there was nothing more rewarding, either, than the sense that little Tanner was coming around... trusting Quentin and Kevin to love him and see to his needs. It was a huge thing to realize when the little boy was hurting, or sick, that he came to Kevin and Quentin needing the love and care that other kids would go to their parents for. Perhaps that was what made it that much heavier when facing the fact that there were still no guarantees that this little boy would ever be theirs permanently.
Kevin was getting Tanner into his little Thomas the Train pajamas after a diaper change, and the little one had been a little whiny earlier with an upset tummy, but he'd managed to get some food down and keep it down without crying, which in itself could be a victory sometimes. Once Tanner was all comfortably clad in his PJs, Kevin scooped him up into his arms and made his way into the kitchen, where Quentin was washing up the dinner dishes. It was something really special to Kevin, the way that they'd come to share the roles in the apartment. They both took part in the cleaning and cooking, and both shared the care and keeping of Tanner, and seemed to have brought them so much closer together. Kevin couldn't deny how much that meant to him after the relationship failures he'd had before. He moved over to Quentin and pressed a kiss to his cheek, which only led to Tanner reaching for Quentin so that he, too, could give him a wet, sloppy toddler kiss on the cheek, too. "I think our little man is a fan of the Thomas jammies," he told Quentin as he shifted Tanner to his other arm so that he could see both of them.
What? Parental life
When? Monday night
Where? The Lawson-Lawrence home
Being a foster parent was probably the hardest thing Kevin could have ever imagined, especially when being a foster parent to a very sick, and very abused little boy whose tiny body had already been through hell more than once on account of his mother's neglect and outright abuse. But there was nothing more rewarding, either, than the sense that little Tanner was coming around... trusting Quentin and Kevin to love him and see to his needs. It was a huge thing to realize when the little boy was hurting, or sick, that he came to Kevin and Quentin needing the love and care that other kids would go to their parents for. Perhaps that was what made it that much heavier when facing the fact that there were still no guarantees that this little boy would ever be theirs permanently.
Kevin was getting Tanner into his little Thomas the Train pajamas after a diaper change, and the little one had been a little whiny earlier with an upset tummy, but he'd managed to get some food down and keep it down without crying, which in itself could be a victory sometimes. Once Tanner was all comfortably clad in his PJs, Kevin scooped him up into his arms and made his way into the kitchen, where Quentin was washing up the dinner dishes. It was something really special to Kevin, the way that they'd come to share the roles in the apartment. They both took part in the cleaning and cooking, and both shared the care and keeping of Tanner, and seemed to have brought them so much closer together. Kevin couldn't deny how much that meant to him after the relationship failures he'd had before. He moved over to Quentin and pressed a kiss to his cheek, which only led to Tanner reaching for Quentin so that he, too, could give him a wet, sloppy toddler kiss on the cheek, too. "I think our little man is a fan of the Thomas jammies," he told Quentin as he shifted Tanner to his other arm so that he could see both of them.