a tiny lil twia snippet to celebrate the dirlies staying winning 🫶
Daniel wishes he were anywhere but Melbourne this week. Wishes, however, aren’t real. Contracts? Very much are.
So he’s toeing around an event-consuming city hawking his shit while everyone in the city consumed by the event toes around his absence.
Coming home. What a fucking crock of ass shit.
He’d hop in a Time Machine and stop the designs from being shipped off over summer break if he could. However comma, he doesn’t have one, so he’s stuck jingling around his second-favorite Australian city like a court jester without a court.
Max arrives from Perth on Wednesday with Emily in one hand and their padel rackets in the other.
To work out the frustration, he says. Daniel has other ideas, but Emily has taken to her terrible twos with a gusto that’s both horrifying and, frankly, awe-inspiring. They don’t get much time to fuck in between figuring out how to parent a newly-evil toddler monster with surprisingly sharp teeth and a love for electrical sockets.
So: padel.
He can hear Emily babbling as she toddles around just beyond the court. Léa, their nanny, is being paid a pretty penny to keep close eye on her. He’s pretty sure she’s gnawing on a padel ball, but if that’s what keeps her happy, he’s all for it.
And, y’know. It’s funny. Despite all ass shit and ever-full crocks, he’s happy. Happier than he could have ever been last year, even, and definitely happier than the year before. They’ve been talking about—maybe, by this time next year, they’ll have news to share about more. He doesn’t know if it’s possible could become even happier, or if his heart could grow around a whole new person, but—he really, really wants to find out.
All this happiness, however, does distract him, and he fucks up the volley, which leads to Max fucking up his return, and they lose the point, both their arms thrown in the air as they say, “Oh, no!” in unison. Like they’re married or something.
Just beyond the fencing of the court, Emily throws her pudgy little arms in the air, too. “Oh no!” She echos, then repeats to herself as she starts to spin in a toddling circle. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
Married, a kid on the way. Melbourne not sucking. It’s a nice thought—one for after this weekend. Max swats his thigh with his racket, his face flushed, chest heaving. “Daniel, you need to focus, or we’re going to definitely lose and it will be on Instagram again. Don’t fuck this set up.”
And that’s another thought for after—them, in bed, fucking something other than a padel game they’re definitely going to lose.
He smiles, just to himself, and gets ready for the next serve.
I can paint the perfect disguise. Hide the pain behind my eyes 'cause sometimes I can’t get past the past that made me the woman I am. I’m stubborn and proud. And get loud with a beer in my hand. Sometimes I curse too much 'cause I don’t give a damn. And that’s the woman I am. And that’s the woman I am. Sometimes I cry at night. I fall to pieces with Patsy Cline. Man how many songs sound like that? But that’s just the woman I am. How many songs sound like that? But that’s just the woman I am.
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LMAOO which jk is the most musty since keen jungkook is the least, im thing Icrlr and I have reasons
icrlr jk is actually very hygienic he is just a slut !!
most musty i would have to say… himbo jk 💀 like not nasty but like… he’s lazy n has def used the fleshlight a few times in a row without washing it 🤢
maybe surfer jk bc sometimes he’ll skip a shower if he was in the sea bc he thinks the salt water is kinda cleansing~~ he tastes kinda salty when oc kisses his neck 😛
Hi I just wanted to tell you that I find myself reading The Water is Alive like 4 times a week, I just love it so much, you made jk like a cute himbo but he’s so HOT at the same time, like so flirty but cute and jaghjska I love it sm <3 also that last part you put at the taow drabble GAAHHHHH you said sorry for the blue balls and then you write THAT?!
pls i love him :( perfect mix of u are so sexy i want ur tits in my face n u are so sexy i am scared/ in awe of u :(
:o the next part of taow is sexy too... push up kisses lead to unmentionable stuff in dilf jks home gym <3
Sometimes I cry at night. I fall to pieces with Patsy Cline. Man how many songs sound like that? But that’s just the woman I am. I like my coffee black. Three ice cubes in my Jack. Daddy taught me how to drink like a man. But that’s just the woman I am. I’m stubborn and proud. And get loud with a beer in my hand. Sometimes I curse too much ‘cause I don’t give a damn. And that’s the woman I am.
