Jan. 15th, 2017
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muserevival | 138.5. Ten Things
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livefortodayTen things you think about lying awake at night @ muserevival
1. Got drunk and had a threesome with my girl and another guy (wtf?)
2. Hoping no one takes advantage of my brothers
3. That Brodes never forgets to wrap
4. Missing my best pal
5. My patients, hoping they survive
6. Wishing there was a cure for mental illness
7. Wondering where I want my life to head
8. Will the next Twin Peaks really be as fucked up as the first?
9. Hoping I never lose someone else I love in a horrible way
10. I think I need a holiday
muserevival1. Got drunk and had a threesome with my girl and another guy (wtf?)
2. Hoping no one takes advantage of my brothers
3. That Brodes never forgets to wrap
4. Missing my best pal
5. My patients, hoping they survive
6. Wishing there was a cure for mental illness
7. Wondering where I want my life to head
8. Will the next Twin Peaks really be as fucked up as the first?
9. Hoping I never lose someone else I love in a horrible way
10. I think I need a holiday
@ muserevival ~ 138.5. ten things
Jan. 15th, 2017 02:42 pminnocenteyesHERE @ muserevival
Ten things you wish you had done
1 ~ Found my mom sooner
2 ~ Been a bit more tactful when I first met Justin
3 ~ Said no to the cockwaffle I gave my virginity to
4 ~ Punched a certain ex of my brother's to see how he liked it
5 ~ Worried less about fitting in
6 ~ Not procrastinated about finding my other family
7 ~ Not chickened out on skydiving
8 ~ Not gotten so angry when I found out I was adopted
9 ~ Given more, it doesn't matter what
10 ~ Not doubt my talents
muserevivalTen things you wish you had done
1 ~ Found my mom sooner
2 ~ Been a bit more tactful when I first met Justin
3 ~ Said no to the cockwaffle I gave my virginity to
4 ~ Punched a certain ex of my brother's to see how he liked it
5 ~ Worried less about fitting in
6 ~ Not procrastinated about finding my other family
7 ~ Not chickened out on skydiving
8 ~ Not gotten so angry when I found out I was adopted
9 ~ Given more, it doesn't matter what
10 ~ Not doubt my talents
"For now, the day has won."
Jan. 15th, 2017 03:17 pmprivateinvestigationsWho: Clint Chevalier and Euan Fitzpatrick
What: Progress
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: After this
Clint had a quick smoke outside the hospital before he headed in to find Euan. He saw the Facebook post, so there is no doubt Euan would be there. The only thing that would prevent that was if his kids were sick or Julie needed him. Even then, they would still have a family action plan that included Noah. To all the world now, Noah was just as important as Euan's biological kids. No questions asked. If there was one fucking person on the face of the earth that was helping Clint prepare for having a kid of his own in this world soon, it was Euan.
Besides, Clint was involved with this. He was the one who had found Noah on death's door and got him out to safety when he had been undercover on a case. The only way he could do that was tell the head-honchos in that drug ring Noah was dead, and he would get rid of the body for them. Euan hadn't given him any updates on the case in regards to what happened to Noah yet, so it was likely still unclear, but being investigated. None of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that Noah had taken a turn for the good, and Clint really hoped it fucking stuck. Noah was a good kid. He had cleaned up, turned his life around. This shouldn't have happened.
Clint found Euan, as expected, in Noah's room. He was nursing his baby daughter in his arms, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. "How's he doing? Fuck. He still looks dead. What's going on? He gonna pull through?"
What: Progress
Where: ICU, Mount Sinai
When: After this
Clint had a quick smoke outside the hospital before he headed in to find Euan. He saw the Facebook post, so there is no doubt Euan would be there. The only thing that would prevent that was if his kids were sick or Julie needed him. Even then, they would still have a family action plan that included Noah. To all the world now, Noah was just as important as Euan's biological kids. No questions asked. If there was one fucking person on the face of the earth that was helping Clint prepare for having a kid of his own in this world soon, it was Euan.
Besides, Clint was involved with this. He was the one who had found Noah on death's door and got him out to safety when he had been undercover on a case. The only way he could do that was tell the head-honchos in that drug ring Noah was dead, and he would get rid of the body for them. Euan hadn't given him any updates on the case in regards to what happened to Noah yet, so it was likely still unclear, but being investigated. None of that mattered at the moment. All that mattered was that Noah had taken a turn for the good, and Clint really hoped it fucking stuck. Noah was a good kid. He had cleaned up, turned his life around. This shouldn't have happened.
Clint found Euan, as expected, in Noah's room. He was nursing his baby daughter in his arms, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. "How's he doing? Fuck. He still looks dead. What's going on? He gonna pull through?"
@ muserevival - quote of the day 005.
Jan. 15th, 2017 07:44 pmenglandrocksHERE @ muserevival
"A real friend steps in when the rest of the world steps out."
- Unknown
Paxton did something he hadn't done in ages - called in sick to work. He wasn't quite sure what the process was if a model was out sick, but he had more important things to worry about. When he went to visit Trent, he lost complete track of time. It had been a nice and relaxing evening. They talked, a lot, about many things, and it was easy to forget about the world beyond those walls for just a little while.
What he didn't plan on, was falling asleep beside Trent on his bed, and not waking up until late morning the next day. He woke up to countless missed calls and texts, so many that he knew just looking at his screen that something had happened. The look on his face must have said it all, because Trent was immediately asking if he was okay, and what was wrong. Paxton didn't have any answers for him. He could piece together that something happened with Liam, but most of the messages just boiled down to urgent pleas for him to call, or demanding to know where he was.
( He apologised profusely to Trent for both falling asleep when they had been spending time together and needing to run off as soon as he woke up... )
muserevival"A real friend steps in when the rest of the world steps out."
- Unknown
Paxton did something he hadn't done in ages - called in sick to work. He wasn't quite sure what the process was if a model was out sick, but he had more important things to worry about. When he went to visit Trent, he lost complete track of time. It had been a nice and relaxing evening. They talked, a lot, about many things, and it was easy to forget about the world beyond those walls for just a little while.
What he didn't plan on, was falling asleep beside Trent on his bed, and not waking up until late morning the next day. He woke up to countless missed calls and texts, so many that he knew just looking at his screen that something had happened. The look on his face must have said it all, because Trent was immediately asking if he was okay, and what was wrong. Paxton didn't have any answers for him. He could piece together that something happened with Liam, but most of the messages just boiled down to urgent pleas for him to call, or demanding to know where he was.
( He apologised profusely to Trent for both falling asleep when they had been spending time together and needing to run off as soon as he woke up... )
learnhowtoplayWho? Damien Larson and Liam Morgan
What? "I was wrong, I'm sorry, and I love you."
When? Sunday
Where? Liam and Paxton's apartment
Damien knew that running hot and cold about Liam was only going to result in heartache. There was no way in hell that they could ever hope to find a way with the things they had gone through together if they weren't keeping a consistent level of communication going. And Damien knew that. He didn't want to be in this up and down bullshit mode. He wanted to be the man that his former fiance had fallen in love with, and he wanted to be the person who cared and protected him as a lover should. There was so much that they still needed to face if there was ever a hope in hell of them addressing what had gone wrong and moving forward. But hiding in fear wasn't ever going to fix anything.
He went to the apartment where Liam now lived with Paxton, taking with him a cup of tea and a scone from the pastry shop they often used to go to together when they were dating. It was one of Liam's favorites, and something they'd shared many times. It didn't fix anything, but it was a start... something to show that Damien hadn't forgotten the little things, and that he still loved him. There was a long row to hoe in proving that. And he was determined to make it work, no matter what it took. He rang the buzzer and stood at the door, waiting and hoping against hope that he'd be allowed this one final chance.
What? "I was wrong, I'm sorry, and I love you."
When? Sunday
Where? Liam and Paxton's apartment
Damien knew that running hot and cold about Liam was only going to result in heartache. There was no way in hell that they could ever hope to find a way with the things they had gone through together if they weren't keeping a consistent level of communication going. And Damien knew that. He didn't want to be in this up and down bullshit mode. He wanted to be the man that his former fiance had fallen in love with, and he wanted to be the person who cared and protected him as a lover should. There was so much that they still needed to face if there was ever a hope in hell of them addressing what had gone wrong and moving forward. But hiding in fear wasn't ever going to fix anything.
He went to the apartment where Liam now lived with Paxton, taking with him a cup of tea and a scone from the pastry shop they often used to go to together when they were dating. It was one of Liam's favorites, and something they'd shared many times. It didn't fix anything, but it was a start... something to show that Damien hadn't forgotten the little things, and that he still loved him. There was a long row to hoe in proving that. And he was determined to make it work, no matter what it took. He rang the buzzer and stood at the door, waiting and hoping against hope that he'd be allowed this one final chance.
@ muserevival | Word of the Day #001
Jan. 15th, 2017 09:45 pmbreathelifeHERE @ muserevival
Autolatry
n. 1. The worship of oneself.
The one thing about being a trained health professional was that if an emergency happened, it was impossible not to step in and help, no matter how much you were off the clock. The Masquerade Ball night at the club had been a complete cock-fest. Not knowing who was behind the masks was all fun and games until you actually wanted to know to get their number off them, but before you finished getting the best BJ you had in your life, there was an emergency situation. Not only did the BJ get a climax, but Darius didn't get Mystery Man's number either.
Fuck it.
( No amount of self-care, self-help, or self-worship - in the shower, in his bed, in the bath - had been able to make up for the unfulfilled orgasm he really wanted to have that night... )
muserevivalAutolatry
n. 1. The worship of oneself.
The one thing about being a trained health professional was that if an emergency happened, it was impossible not to step in and help, no matter how much you were off the clock. The Masquerade Ball night at the club had been a complete cock-fest. Not knowing who was behind the masks was all fun and games until you actually wanted to know to get their number off them, but before you finished getting the best BJ you had in your life, there was an emergency situation. Not only did the BJ get a climax, but Darius didn't get Mystery Man's number either.
Fuck it.
( No amount of self-care, self-help, or self-worship - in the shower, in his bed, in the bath - had been able to make up for the unfulfilled orgasm he really wanted to have that night... )
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Jan. 15th, 2017 11:05 pmlikefatherlikesonI like lying with him and watching him sleep. Even better when it's pissing down outside and I can see the rain out the window.
"The heart wants what it wants."
Jan. 15th, 2017 11:17 pmwhatabuzzWho: Rhys Meyer and Miles Morrison
What: ...?
Where: En-route to Woodstock, NY
When: Later in the day to this
Rhys was pretty sure he was too nice a guy sometimes. This being one of the times, when he was somehow sitting in the passenger's seat of Kyan's car driving up to Woodstock on the spur of the moment. He wanted to buy another car to replace this one with, and it had to not only be a good deal, but a decent reliable motor. Kyan made frequent trips with Autumn up to see her mother in Massachusetts, and he had racked up a lot of miles on this one. Apparently he found a good deal in Woodstock, but he needed someone to go up with him to drive this car back if he decided to make the purchase. Trey had been going to do it, but he had to go into work for some overtime with some important case or another.
Rhys didn't actually have anything to do until he met with Miles later. He agreed to do the favour for Kyan, because was one of the kindest guys in the whole world and it would be repaid someday, but Rhys warned him that he wasn't good company that day. He had been trying to get himself out of the funk, and shake off the hurt he had been feeling, but it was proving to be more difficult than he hoped. Kyan was sweet. He didn't try to engage Rhys in any chatting. They just hiked up the music and hit the road. It wasn't a short drive. Closer to two hours each way, but it was better than sitting around home and dwelling on his feelings. Miles asked him for tonight, he agreed. Tomorrow, he still had plans to fly to LA to visit his parents. He needed a breather to get his head together.
It was afternoon when they arrived, and they pulled into a driveway that was long and winding, up into a wooded area. This last part of the drive, Rhys had fallen asleep with his head resting against the window and now that he woke, he had a stiff neck and tried to stretch it out a little. "This the place?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and checking his watch for the time.
"Looks like it. It's what the GPS says. Want to come check the car out with me?" Kyan asked as he parked in the drive and switched it off. "Cosy place. I'd love to own a house like this one day. So secluded and peaceful, far, far away from the city."
Rhys nodded and got out of the car with Kyan, stretching again. "The city's claustrophobic sometimes. No doubt about that." He followed Kyan up the walk to the beautiful little cabin. He couldn't really see any cars parks around, so it must be off tucked away in a garage in some other corner of the property. Mostly, Rhys just wanted to get this over with so he could head home again, whether it was with Kyan or alone if he bought the car. Kyan knocked on the door, and they waited for an answer. Rhys stuffed his hands into his pockets. It was fucking freezing up here.
That was when the door opened, and Rhys got the absolute fucking shock of his life, pretty sure he wasn't far off crapping himself, when he saw it was Miles who answered the door. "Wh--" he squeaked, trying to form a word or two, something that resembled a sentence. Instead, he just stood there and gaped.
What: ...?
Where: En-route to Woodstock, NY
When: Later in the day to this
Rhys was pretty sure he was too nice a guy sometimes. This being one of the times, when he was somehow sitting in the passenger's seat of Kyan's car driving up to Woodstock on the spur of the moment. He wanted to buy another car to replace this one with, and it had to not only be a good deal, but a decent reliable motor. Kyan made frequent trips with Autumn up to see her mother in Massachusetts, and he had racked up a lot of miles on this one. Apparently he found a good deal in Woodstock, but he needed someone to go up with him to drive this car back if he decided to make the purchase. Trey had been going to do it, but he had to go into work for some overtime with some important case or another.
Rhys didn't actually have anything to do until he met with Miles later. He agreed to do the favour for Kyan, because was one of the kindest guys in the whole world and it would be repaid someday, but Rhys warned him that he wasn't good company that day. He had been trying to get himself out of the funk, and shake off the hurt he had been feeling, but it was proving to be more difficult than he hoped. Kyan was sweet. He didn't try to engage Rhys in any chatting. They just hiked up the music and hit the road. It wasn't a short drive. Closer to two hours each way, but it was better than sitting around home and dwelling on his feelings. Miles asked him for tonight, he agreed. Tomorrow, he still had plans to fly to LA to visit his parents. He needed a breather to get his head together.
It was afternoon when they arrived, and they pulled into a driveway that was long and winding, up into a wooded area. This last part of the drive, Rhys had fallen asleep with his head resting against the window and now that he woke, he had a stiff neck and tried to stretch it out a little. "This the place?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and checking his watch for the time.
"Looks like it. It's what the GPS says. Want to come check the car out with me?" Kyan asked as he parked in the drive and switched it off. "Cosy place. I'd love to own a house like this one day. So secluded and peaceful, far, far away from the city."
Rhys nodded and got out of the car with Kyan, stretching again. "The city's claustrophobic sometimes. No doubt about that." He followed Kyan up the walk to the beautiful little cabin. He couldn't really see any cars parks around, so it must be off tucked away in a garage in some other corner of the property. Mostly, Rhys just wanted to get this over with so he could head home again, whether it was with Kyan or alone if he bought the car. Kyan knocked on the door, and they waited for an answer. Rhys stuffed his hands into his pockets. It was fucking freezing up here.
That was when the door opened, and Rhys got the absolute fucking shock of his life, pretty sure he wasn't far off crapping himself, when he saw it was Miles who answered the door. "Wh--" he squeaked, trying to form a word or two, something that resembled a sentence. Instead, he just stood there and gaped.