Jul. 27th, 2017 12:28 am
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Think it's time to move on.

"Everybody hates an emergency."

Jul. 25th, 2017 10:58 pm
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Who: Merlin Larson with Justin Campbell
What: Medical Emergency
Where: Broady, NYC
When: Sunday night

Merlin arrived at work that day nervous as hell because Jesse and Jace were coming to see the show. But not just that, so was Jace’s family. They ones who were already in New York, and the ones visiting from Chicago because they all wanted to meet him and see him perform. He didn’t battle stage fright to the level Justin used to or Sasha did, but this was a lot of pressure. The two shows on Sunday was a lot of work, and if he was honest, he wasn’t sure Justin would last it out. He had been peaky the last couple of days and he had a doctor come to him to give him shots so he could still work. The show must go on, as they say!

Turns out he didn’t have anything to worry about. At least, not with the actual show. There would be a hell of a lot to nearly shit himself with and worry about when the show ended. He was basking in the adrenaline rush, wishing Cassidy could be there that night too (but they had a date set to go see Dirty Dancing together once she was given the all-clear after). Still, it was epic that Jesse was there with Jace and all his in-laws. The family were so awesome and they all gave him a standing ovation. Though, there was no doubt about it that it was just as much for him as it was Justin. That guy was a machine when it came to this show. There was a reason why he won two Tony Awards, because what he did with the singing and dancing - especially that incredible warehouse solo - deserved all the accolades.

Merlin was still in training to ultimately be another understudy for Justin... )


[ FACEBOOK ] with Justin Campbell

Jul. 23rd, 2017 11:13 pm
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No, but I don't have any pants that fit guyliner, makeup, glitter paint, leather pants, high heeled boots and happy trails #rockglam #boyfriendproblems #fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck #icantwalk


Jul. 23rd, 2017 10:09 pm
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Summering like a boss! Vegas style!

"You'll be forever my baby boy."

Jul. 23rd, 2017 08:16 pm
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Who: Angela Ashwood, Lincoln Cole and Clint Chevalier
What: New family dynamics
Where: Mount Sinai, NYC
When: Sunday

Everything had changed in these last couple of months. There was no way to ever anticipate what the terrible turn life threw at them, but there was no choice to sink or swim. It was swim only, and swim like the fucking wind because there was a new tiny person who needed them all to have their shit together so he could survive. Angela knew she fell the hardest. She experienced things she thought she would have been immune to, and it was the hardest thing she had ever survived. She faced shit in the past, but this was the worst of all. She struggled. She had a terrible experience with Postpartum Depression where she suffered a terrible phobia that she was going to kill her baby if she touched him. Their time in hospital was a marathon. Not just for her new baby boy, but for her also. She had to be medicated and she had to have a lot of intensive therapy to heal. Gone were plans to breastfeed him, so that avenue of bonding had been annihilated. But she got there, little by little. If he could be strong and fight to survive, she could too.

And he did. More and more each day, he began to gain strength. He didn't thrive, because this wasn't a fake superhero movie where someone farted and saved the world from the Apocalypse. It was a real tiny little baby who survived against the odds, and he was her son. He was little, very little. But he didn't have to be big to be strong. She knew his daddy's genes were definitely on their side, and finally, Nate came by the day before and said Zéphyr was given the all-clear to go home. It was terrifying, but at the same time, the first day of the rest of their lives.

They had received so many gifts for him, that it was impossible to know what to dress him in to take him home. Soon, she settled on a gorgeous little blue and lemon ducky outfit from Lorenzo and Lewis, a little hat from Richie, and tiny knitted booties from Granny Cole. She tied the little bows and then scooped him up into her arms while he slept on. It had been a rough night, but that was part and parcel with the health issues he had. He was alive, that was all the mattered.


Jul. 23rd, 2017 03:08 pm
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This little lovebug is finally off ventilators and mechanical assistance and allowed to go home tomorrow. Can't believe it ♥ #myworld

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Who: Gen Hart and Justin Campbell
What: Mom Duties
Where: Home, Upper East Side
When: Saturday morning

Many thought Gen was a superficial bitch who probably did everything with her thumb firmly on hired help left, right and centre. It just wasn’t true. Case in point was the fact, for the last half hour or so, she had been on her hands and knees scrubbing her kid’s puke off the carpet in his bedroom, stripping his bed to put all the bedding in the wash, along with his track pants and t-shirt he had been sleeping in when he woke up sick. No one else was home. Mark was in a board meeting at work because he felt up to going in for it, Sasha was over at his parents, and the other kids were out doing whatever teenagers did together in the summer these days.

Justin had been up during the night with stomach pain. He hadn’t been able to verbalise specifically how it felt, enough to keep him awake. ‘Queasy pain’ was the best he had. A new medication had been added to his regime, but even if it was a low early dose, he could still be experiencing side effects. He just needed to be closely watched. Ari had been with him in the morning before when Justin attended rehearsal for an upcoming SoV event, but Justin’s stomach had been upset all day that singing was hard and Sasha convinced him to go home. Gen was working from home that day just in case anything escalated with Justin. Mentally or physically, because he had a history of drug sensitivities and had gotten extremely sick with Lithium when they first trialled him on it. You always had to be in ‘just in case’ mode if Justin was in recovery too. It had seemed fine. He went to bed somewhere around 8am and he had been asleep since. She fielded a string of frequent texts from Mark and Sasha checking how he was, but she really had nothing to report. Whenever she checked, Justin was still curled up on his side asleep with Dory in a little ball in against his stomach. Her pup mojo powers were in full force.

Then she heard a cry of, “Mom! I need help!” She almost literally dropped her laptop getting up from the sofa, catching it before it fell, and ran to him... )


[ FACEBOOK ] with Rhys Morrison

Jul. 22nd, 2017 03:45 am
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Jul. 22nd, 2017 02:42 am
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That look you get when he realises what you did while he was sleeping.


Jul. 22nd, 2017 02:00 am
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Jul. 22nd, 2017 01:04 am
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I might be a lesbian, but that doesn't mean I can't find watching two boys tongue-kissing like there's no tomorrow incredibly hot.
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Who: Reecy Chester and Kyan Wilson
What: Letting go is hard, holding on is harder
Where: Four Seasons, Denver, Colorado
When: Friday

Reecy was sitting by the hotel window that had a perfect view over Denver. She was nursing a cup of tea and reading a book she had been looking forward to starting. It was a beautiful suite with views in in the distance of the mountains. It had been far from the easiest stop of their tour, however. Across the suite, Kyan had been passed out cold after way too much booze not just from the hotel bar, but he also hit the mini bar once she dragged him back to their room. He was usually a teetotal, but the decision to go visit his mom’s grave had tipped him over the edge.

She had lost count of how many times she got distracted from her book, looking over at him sadly as he slept. He had completely broken down at the cemetery. He seemed okay at first. She went with him, a supportive arm around his waist so he knew he wasn’t alone to face this extremely difficult task of visiting her grave for the first time since they buried her. He had already been distant through the meet-and-greet with fans and donors to Shades of Violet. She did most of the schmoozing and took the driver’s seat on liaising.

Not that there needed much. They were wanting to throw money at them because apparently Justin had helped rescue a young person, a fan of Justin’s, here in Denver from a suicide attempt... )



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