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beautifuldayWhen you're trying to take a plane selfie and your boyfriend decides to throw up behind you #superbtimingbabe
Jan. 9th, 2017
beautifuldayniceguysfinishlastWho: Kip Pryor, Clint Chevalier and Lincoln Cole
What: Grief and regrets
Where: Clint and Lincoln's place (and whoever else lives there too)
When: After this
Kip had lost all track of time. He didn't know how long he had been asleep. He could barely even remember getting back from the hospital. He thought he had some vague recollection of Clint carrying him, but it was hard to say. Could just be some warped dream he had. He had a lot of those detoxing. Or maybe they were hallucinations. He didn't know what way was fucking up right now. Everything felt wrong. Everything felt useless.
When he woke up, he still felt like he had been hit by a road train. Or maybe a whole convoy of them. He felt like all his bones were broken because he was in pain, and his head was still thumping. The curtains in the bedroom were drawn. He didn't know if it was night or day. All he knew was that he needed to seriously use the bathroom. He sat up woozily, and nearly tripped on the bucket that was sitting there. He had done many hours of heaving into that. It was lighter out in the hall, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut against it, feeling his way blindly for the door to the bathroom. He knocked. No one was in there.
He felt like he needed a shower, but he didn't trust his legs to hold him up, so he wasn't going to risk it. He did what he had to do, washed his face, brushed his teeth. Tried to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, but it was impossible. He looked like a zombie. It wasn't even much of an exaggeration. His hands were still shaking. He noticed that when he rubbed his eyes. Instead of going back to bed, he gingerly made his way out to the living area. He knew that the place Lincoln and Clint lived was massive, and they had their own part of it to themselves. Clint had said it was so he didn't have to kill himself going nuts with lesbian interior decoration. Probably a good thing. Kip wouldn't have wanted to inflict himself of anyone who didn't know him.
There, he found Clint and Lincoln making out on the sofa. He turned his head, trying to shield his eyes. In no way was he a fucking prude, but this was guilt about intruding on their private time. Nothing more. He already felt bad enough about that as it was. "Sorry, I just... can I have some of those pills that stop me feeling like I'm gonna barf? And maybe something for my head?"
What: Grief and regrets
Where: Clint and Lincoln's place (and whoever else lives there too)
When: After this
Kip had lost all track of time. He didn't know how long he had been asleep. He could barely even remember getting back from the hospital. He thought he had some vague recollection of Clint carrying him, but it was hard to say. Could just be some warped dream he had. He had a lot of those detoxing. Or maybe they were hallucinations. He didn't know what way was fucking up right now. Everything felt wrong. Everything felt useless.
When he woke up, he still felt like he had been hit by a road train. Or maybe a whole convoy of them. He felt like all his bones were broken because he was in pain, and his head was still thumping. The curtains in the bedroom were drawn. He didn't know if it was night or day. All he knew was that he needed to seriously use the bathroom. He sat up woozily, and nearly tripped on the bucket that was sitting there. He had done many hours of heaving into that. It was lighter out in the hall, and he had to squeeze his eyes shut against it, feeling his way blindly for the door to the bathroom. He knocked. No one was in there.
He felt like he needed a shower, but he didn't trust his legs to hold him up, so he wasn't going to risk it. He did what he had to do, washed his face, brushed his teeth. Tried to avoid looking at himself in the mirror, but it was impossible. He looked like a zombie. It wasn't even much of an exaggeration. His hands were still shaking. He noticed that when he rubbed his eyes. Instead of going back to bed, he gingerly made his way out to the living area. He knew that the place Lincoln and Clint lived was massive, and they had their own part of it to themselves. Clint had said it was so he didn't have to kill himself going nuts with lesbian interior decoration. Probably a good thing. Kip wouldn't have wanted to inflict himself of anyone who didn't know him.
There, he found Clint and Lincoln making out on the sofa. He turned his head, trying to shield his eyes. In no way was he a fucking prude, but this was guilt about intruding on their private time. Nothing more. He already felt bad enough about that as it was. "Sorry, I just... can I have some of those pills that stop me feeling like I'm gonna barf? And maybe something for my head?"
"This is the new year."
Jan. 9th, 2017 12:53 pminnocenteyesWho: Amarlie-Rose Satori and Sasha Stanford
What: The Great McDonalds Test of 2017
Where: London, England
When: After this
True to what Justin had said, he pretty much crashed as soon as they arrived at their 3-bedroom hotel suite. The had been dozing off on the drive from Heathrow Airport as it was, head dropping to Sasha's shoulder before they were barely beyond the airport's boundaries. Amarlie liked watching her brother with his boyfriend. She liked thinking about how it would feel for her to have that someday. At this point, she was pretty sure she was bi. She had feelings in both directions for a little while now. She actually had this... thing with a trans guy that lasted all of six months before he left to go to college at Brown. Nothing much intimate had happened between them. He was still transitioning and hadn't been comfortable yet for anything sexual.
This was different to what she had with Jaxon. Now, she was pretty sure what she had there was mostly just a deep friendship and support. Seeing Justin and Sasha was making her wonder, would she had this some day? She hoped so. It looked nice to have a partner in crime to not only have romance and cuddles with, but also someone to laugh and joke with. Sasha's McDonalds comment was now a running joke. Justin would never let him live that one down.
Once they got to the hotel, Justin went to take a quick shower, and Justin's dad went over to get Sasha and Amarlie McDonalds so they could put it to the test. Justin came back out in his pyjamas, hair still damp, gave Sasha a kiss and went to bed. It was really early, but he looked wiped out. She overheard him telling Sasha in the elevator that he just needed to sleep when Sasha asked if he was okay. Now Justin's parents had gone out to dinner somewhere together and Sasha came back out from when he went into the bedroom with Justin. He hadn't been gone long, probably just sharing a goodnight kiss and cuddle with Justin. They had an array of McDonalds spread out on the coffee table in the little living area of the suite.
"So, what's your favourite, mister?" she asked him, gesturing to the food with a laugh.
What: The Great McDonalds Test of 2017
Where: London, England
When: After this
True to what Justin had said, he pretty much crashed as soon as they arrived at their 3-bedroom hotel suite. The had been dozing off on the drive from Heathrow Airport as it was, head dropping to Sasha's shoulder before they were barely beyond the airport's boundaries. Amarlie liked watching her brother with his boyfriend. She liked thinking about how it would feel for her to have that someday. At this point, she was pretty sure she was bi. She had feelings in both directions for a little while now. She actually had this... thing with a trans guy that lasted all of six months before he left to go to college at Brown. Nothing much intimate had happened between them. He was still transitioning and hadn't been comfortable yet for anything sexual.
This was different to what she had with Jaxon. Now, she was pretty sure what she had there was mostly just a deep friendship and support. Seeing Justin and Sasha was making her wonder, would she had this some day? She hoped so. It looked nice to have a partner in crime to not only have romance and cuddles with, but also someone to laugh and joke with. Sasha's McDonalds comment was now a running joke. Justin would never let him live that one down.
Once they got to the hotel, Justin went to take a quick shower, and Justin's dad went over to get Sasha and Amarlie McDonalds so they could put it to the test. Justin came back out in his pyjamas, hair still damp, gave Sasha a kiss and went to bed. It was really early, but he looked wiped out. She overheard him telling Sasha in the elevator that he just needed to sleep when Sasha asked if he was okay. Now Justin's parents had gone out to dinner somewhere together and Sasha came back out from when he went into the bedroom with Justin. He hadn't been gone long, probably just sharing a goodnight kiss and cuddle with Justin. They had an array of McDonalds spread out on the coffee table in the little living area of the suite.
"So, what's your favourite, mister?" she asked him, gesturing to the food with a laugh.