big dr. manhattan energy

jude. 30. east coast bro livin on the west coast.

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mckenziepcrker​:

open starter || @slchat​

Mack shifted her weight to her left leg, her eyes searching the shelves for her target: a pack of double stuffed oreos. There were few things in life that she felt were a consistent in her life–growing up a military brat meant constant adjustments, acclimations and, in some cases, assimilations. New cultures, new regional expectations, new requirements for fitting in. She’d grown used to the constant changes and honestly, she was convinced that if anyone asked her, she could teach a college course on being a chameleon to find a fit in a new environment. There were, however, two items that Mack could be assured she’d never have to live without: oreos and peanut butter. In fact, they had become such a constant in her life that they were her go to coping mechanism, especially for the nights in which her brain wouldn’t slow down. The blonde wasn’t ready (read: she’d never be ready, as far as she was concerned) to address why she had such trouble sleeping but that didn’t matter–when she did, she’d pop open a container of double stuffed cookies and dunk ‘em straight in her peanut butter and voila–she was a brand new woman. Or at least that much better at ignoring the problem. “Ah!” She exclaimed under her breath, her vision locking on the item in the question. As she went to secure the package (which happened to be on the highest shelf), her foot slipped from jumping and she landed straight on her side, crushing the cookies on her way down. “Ah, fuck.” Mack groaned, rolling over and sighing in exasperation. Of course she’d crush the last pack on the shelf. it was just her luck. Her eyes crossed the aisle, locking her gaze with someone who had, more than likely, seen the whole thing. Perfect. Six months in this town and she was going to get the title of biggest weirdo already. “Uhm, I, uh–it might be easier if I don’t explain what just happened here.” She replied, a slightly chuckle passing through her lips, trying to brush over her awkwardness. After all, she was still on the ground in a grocery store.

“Hey! You alright?” Jude had stopped into Joe’s to pick up a few essentials — which really was code for four different frozen pizzas, among other assorted junk.  But there were bagels and avocados in his basket which could at least count for something semi-healthy. “Need some help?” He stepped forward and set his basket down, not sure if the girl wanted his help exactly but offering it anyway, and ready to help her up if she wanted that.

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soniels​:

This must have been the right room. The lady was clear – don’t kill him in the room, blood was a pain to clean. It made her wonder if she looked angry at all; and after a quick look on the hallway’s mirror Sophie could tell she didn’t. No, screaming would come later because she had no idea why Jude would end up in a place like this for no apparent reason. There were some sounds, and finally the door opened, brown hues staring at her boyfriend. He looked like shit. Great. At least he didn’t lose his sense of humour, did he? 

“It stinks.” 

She wouldn’t be so kind with her words, though Sophie did come all the way here with food and all the essentials he asked, right? Handing him the small paper bags, the brunette stepped inside and quickly moved to open one of the windows, just to let some fresh air inside the room. What a mess. How could he trash a room in only a couple of hours? The scent of alcohol was everywhere and the brunette didn’t want to step any closer to the bathroom. There could be  a murder scene in there for all she knew. “What are you doing here?” 

She’d handed him something. That much registered in his mind. Taking the brown paper bags, he took them over and placed them on the table, pushing aside a couple of empty whiteclaw cans to go rattling on the floor. “Interesting question...” he began, and already her tone, her presence, had begun sobering him up. Yes he was drunk to the gills, but he could tell she didn’t have time for games, or patience for any of his bullshit right now. 

“I would tell you...but I don’t want ya to divorce me...” he said, turning around to face her. He had a smile on his face, a weird, crooked one, that felt like he was up to no good. “But maybe when I tell ya what I almost did you’ll be so relieved I didn’t do the alternative you’ll be ready to forgive me.” He hiccuped, swayed where he stood, then looked her in the eye. Truly could have been a Jack Sparrow impression if for the fact that he wasn’t trying to be like this, it was just happening. “After all, no one’s suffered a broken heart from ‘I almost cheated’, right?”

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nirvanarossi​:

He could easily believe anything she’d say and that was so entertaining. “Well, technically we don’t have a title but…. pretty sure a few of our ancestors were lucky to keep their head during the French Revolution. ” If Nirvana could count the times their mémé shared stories about their oh, so great ancestors, she’d bore every possible hook up that came her way. “I mean, you never asked.” 

Not giving a flying fuck about the rest of the customers, the blonde was only worried about any diseases she could catch if they got freaky in the back of this building. Or anywhere in it. Stealing a quick kiss, Nirvana grinned. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t bang someone wearing a not so sexy scream mask and nothing else? Jude Nolan, you’re such a bore.” she teased, with a laugh. “Come on, let’s find something not so scary so you can get it up. Nothing with a pig face though, I’m not into that.” 

"That’s awesome...you gotta tell me more sometime...” It would make interesting bedside chatter, for sure, digging deeper into her roots. As they walked the aisle Jude noticed she was almost clingy even, leaning in to leave him little kisses...which he loved. His hand found the small of her back and curled around her waist, and stayed there as they walked side by side. “I mean, a Scream mask I could do...a Michael Myers one... that would be tricky. He gave me nightmares as a kid,” Jude chuckled, observing all the rows of masks that were before them, Dracula, the creature from the lagoon, Frankenstein, wolf-man, mummy, you name it, it was here. “Pig face..you’ve got one hell of an imagination babe, anyone ever told you that?” 

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thelanamiddleton​:

Seeing Jude working at Cosmic Vinyl was a little surprise for Lana but she got his love of music and it was almost the perfect job for him whilst he was waiting for his big break - he was very knowledgable on the topic and hopefully would be educating some of the local teens on actual good music than the shit that was on the local radio now, mass produced pop. 

“.. You think lowly of me Nolans..” she replied and quirked a brow. “Top five. Hit me. And lets see..”  she crossed her arms leaning against the vinyl bin.

She’d not heard of the band but she did love that folksey vibe when it came to music. “I mean. My favourite band is Fleetwood Mac.. So.. Maybe I would vibe with them..” she replied before going to the C bin and flicking through it to find it. Whilst she did she hummed picking up another album that had a brightly coloured picture on the front and setting it aside to look at. “Other four?”

"That couldn’t be further from the truth,” he insisted, putting a hand to his chest. “I just think we have different choices in our eclectic mixes of genres, correct me if I’m wrong though....” Top five, he was being put on the spot, but if anyone could rattle them off quickly, it was Jude. He counted them out with his fingers. “That aforementioned Captain Beefheart album, Hounds of Love — Kate Bush, Enter the Wu-Tang — Wu-Tang Clan, Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde, and... Hunky Dory — Bowie. But any configuration of albums by those artists would be a winning one for me.” 

“Bowie especially,” he said, and continued talking as he walked around the shop, grabbed a vinyl, and queued it up on the record player on display. One of the better perks of this job, playing store DJ during working hours. “You could pick any of his albums and find brilliance and magic in them. But I mean, this one...” Knowing the spot off by heart, he dropped the needle on the vinyl, and the opening piano notes of Life on Mars echoed in the small, indie record store. 

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jimmyshore​:

“Yeah!” Jimmy smiled. “You know her? Isn’t she the sweetest? She grew up on the same street I used to live on, with my girls.” 

Jimmy drank, listened to Jude. At least they had something in common: hating people who pretended to have an ounce of talent in them. “Even I could make a video about my day and I really don’t know anything about technology.” He laughed. “I guess that’s just how people get famous these days.” Jimmy shakes his head. “What is it you do?”

"Yeah I do! We live not too far from her. Well, in the same neighborhood anyway. My girlfriend’s friends with her, they got to the same yoga class or something. That she is, definitely sweet,” he agreed, nodded, and drank. He hadn’t heard of Aspen before coming here, or only vaguely associated with shows he hadn’t watched, but he’d gotten to know her well ever since living in LA. “She’s got a good head on her shoulders, good kid.”

“You could, and if you keep doing it enough times you’d eventually go viral. It takes zero effort, that kind of fame. I just wish these people would stop and ask themselves why. Like why are you doing this?” He looked down into his plain drink, wishing for some reason that it came with a fancy paper umbrella to play with. “Yeah, that’s just today’s reality. And well — I’d be a total hypocrite if I didn’t admin I’m chasing the same elusive muse. I’m in a band and I produce music,” he admitted, like it was something to be guilty of. 

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katyaxsokolova​:

“I’ve already told you! My answer is no!” Katya snarled into her cellphone, cutting off the Hollywood producer on the other end. “How many times must I say it?! No, non, nyet, no fucking way.” Her grip on the device tightened, knuckles turning white. “You could give me all the money in the world and my answer wouldn’t change. I don’t want anything to do with any of you, and if any of you try to come near my family name I will fucking bury you under so many legal fees and court dates that your descendants will curse your name. Good bye.” She hang up angrily, glaring at the screen. “The nerve of some fucking people.” She snarled.

It was a slow day at Cosmic Vinyl, so Jude couldn’t help it when he overheard a particularly heated conversation a customer was having on her phone. Could you blame him? The last thing he’d had to hear was Justin Bieber’s new single or album, whichever it was, neither of which he particularly cared for. When she looked his way, he gave the slightly intimidating woman a sorry I happened to overhear look, feigning mostly innocence. "Indeed,” he said with a nod. “Some people.” He wanted to ask if everything was alright, but perhaps that was overstepping his bounds.

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hannah-banana-brooks​:

“That party was fun. I hadn’t been to a proper part in ages.”  Hannah hadn’t stayed long, but she’d enjoyed the vibrant shenanigans. She’s grateful Jude said it, that if he and Soph moved back to New York she’d go with them. Not wanting to be clingy, but god she needed them right now. They helped her lungs remember to be lungs, they helped her mouth remember how to smile and mean it. She needed them, like she needed her bones, her veins.

Hannah is almost regretful when they reach the park, not wanting to mar the peaceful banter with heavier stuff. But Jude could handle it, he wouldn’t have come here with her if he couldn’t. And it wasn’t like she was going to cry…maybe…hopefully. She takes a perch beside him, heaving a sigh and leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, her head bowed. “I just. I…mostly feel helpless. That’s the biggest thing. Like he just…pops up long enough to mess with my head, and then he’s gone again. And it’s…it’s like every time I see him he’s less and less the Malcolm I know and it’s scary…it scares me to see him like disintegrate in front of my eyes.” She tilts her head to peer at Jude. “I know I should be stoic, I should have moved on by now, it’s been years. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want me, I know that. But at the same time I’m worried about him, like all the time.”

Jude listened, his eyes roaming over the floorboards that made up the gazebo, fingering the bracelet he had recently slipped on his wrist, the cold beaded gemstones that it was made of. Years ago, when they first met, he wouldn’t have called himself a good listener, but he was better now at it; or so he hoped. “What would it have to take, for you to not feel helpless?” he asked. His tone was calm, it was a question meant to be constructive, meant to help her figure out her head. 

“You’re not the only one to worry about him,” he said, meeting her gaze then. “I know what you mean.” It would be obvious to anyone looking at the way Jude himself talked about Malcolm, that he too still cared for the guy deep down, almost as much as if he were his own brother. “Malcolm and I have had our own shit...I defended him once instead of my own sister, when it should’ve probably been the other way around. And there’s just too much history of his pulling shit on the people I love...on you, on Sam, on Sophie...I wouldn’t let him twenty feet near Sophie, to be honest. When he broke into my place —” because that’s what it had been, after all, no invitation or welcome or warning had preceded, “— I was so glad that Sophie had been out at the time. I know he wouldn’t hurt you like that...or at least, I hope not...but I don’t know.” 

He wasn’t speaking entirely straightforward, because he didn’t want to say it, the horrible things he was thinking of. Because the fact remained, that he could no longer trust his former friend 100%, and even if there was a 1 percent possibility he’d do something like that...he would not risk it. “It hurst to see him like that, I know, but I think it’s totally out of our hands. It’s not like he’s gonna go slit his throat or anything over any of it, we know him far too much for that, even if he said he would or threatened to. So ...yeah. He might be lost now, but he’ll find his way back to...himself. Whatever that is. Eventually. I hope.”  He realized he was talking too much now, and should switch back to the role of listener. It was Hannah after all, who needed to get things off her chest.

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jimmy > jude

Jimmy: you can????

Jimmy: u would be a life saver and then i wouldn't have to sell my bod on the internet and instil shame on my family haha

Jimmy: I'll pay you back of course

jude: ofc bro, i'll send it over rn

jude: [ -jude nolan transferred $50 to your account-]

jude: done 😎

jude: lemme know if you need anything else man, that's what friends are for🤙🏻

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holland-mitchell​:

“Hi,” Holland said, voice unusually sweet. “Hi. Thanks for coming.”  She shoved her backpack into the car first, and her little body followed close behind. Holland pulled the door closed, only halting to settle in her seat before jumping into a long-winded monologue.

“I don’t usually do shit like this. God. I would’ve called a tow truck, but – thank you for coming. I’m so fucking sorry,” Holland said, unable to settle on just one sentiment. She rambled consistently, without taking a breath, like she didn’t remember how to stop. It wasn’t often that she asked for any kind of help, especially not in the middle of the night. Her anxiety was high, her desire to placate the person beside her even higher. “I’m sure you had better shit to do tonight than haul my ass across town.” 

She huffed out a nervous breath of air and pulled the seatbelt taught across her chest. “I can like, pay you back. For the gas, or whatever. Get you a drink. Whatever you want. I’ve got like, red wine at my house, I think. And cash. I’ve got some cash on me here, actually.” 

Once the car jerked into motion, Holland reached for her bag and began digging for her wallet, quite literally searching for gold. “That stupid old truck,” she said, still rambling as though her life depended on it. “Jesus fuck. I swear, I’m just going to leave it right there on the road. Finally let it die.” 

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Jude was a regular at Book Nook, so it was quite a few times he had spotted Holland working there. It was only rather recently though that things moved from ‘that girl who stocks shelves and occasionally chats about Vonnegut with me’ to something more, with a name. All it took was her mentioning a cat named David Bowie, and Jude was pulling up his shirt in the middle of the store, showing her the tattoo that resided on his right side. A fellow Bowie fanatic wasn’t rare to meet, but it was still great.  

It was somewhere past midnight that he pulled up in his car, still having that brand new car smell since it hadn’t even been a full month that he’d bought it — his pride and joy. “Don’t mention it,” he waved with a smile as she got in. “I actually have this thing that’s been happening to me lately,” he said, eyes on the road as he pulled away from the curb, “I go out at night and just drive around because I can’t sleep.” He turned to glance at her before putting his eyes back on the road. “So I would’ve been out here with or without you texting. Really. Don’t sweat it.”

He took one final glance at the car they left parked behind them, as it grew smaller in the rearview mirror. “Yeah, it does look like it’s on its last legs. Do you know what’s up with it? I could take a look, if you like, one of these days. I’m no Richard Rawlings, but I know a thing or two.”

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jimmy > jude

jimmy: i could use 5 dollars.....

jimmy: i have a nice dick tbh i'm not ashamed

jude: i can venmo u 5 dollars bro. 50 if u need. just say the word ✊🏻

jude: i'm sure it's nice, but u gotta look at it in terms of supply and demand

jude: do u really want a lot of weird dudes getting dick pics out of you? bc the ladies rarely go for that kind of stuff.

jude: they get em free all the damn time, so why would they pay for it

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theaspenbarris​:

Aspen smiled when she saw Jude but also felt a pang of worry - would he leave her stranded there for a moment before actually returning to her help - or so help her god taking a picture of her misfortune.  She leaned against him as he wrapped his arm under her shoulder  and shook her head. “I can’t… Can’t take my foot out of the shoe.. theres a strap around my ankle…” she laughed and rolled her eyes “see.. this is what I get for trying to not fall and break my ankle in heels.. so i have support.. but .. apparently the world has other plans for me..”

She watched him bend down and she wriggled her foot. “can you see the clasp at the ankle.. If you just.. undo that then I can get free.. I don’t mind a little dirty foot..” she smiled and when he realised her foot, she hopped a little whilst she watched him freeing her heel and laughed as he handed it back to her before sliding it on. “My hero.. However can I repay you?”

"Okay wait...” The strap certainly did complicate things, but Jude never met a logistical dilemma he didn’t think he could handle. Call it his man instinct of wanting to fix things, get into the plumbing, etcetera. He undid her strap though, and that was the first problem out of the way. “Okay, there,” he said, and once her foot was out of it, got down closer to where her heel had gotten stuck in the grate, pushing it out gently without damaging her shoe. “Here you go, mademoiselle,” he said, his bag of books set aside on the ground to help her put her shoe back on, quite the Cinderella moment if anybody passing by them cared to look. It was funny. 

Once the shoe situation was sorted, he was on his feet again, bag in hand. “Come grab a coffee with me at Intelligentsia. I’m just about dying for one. And maybe a matcha croissant... fuck it, I’m hungry. Are you free and up for the Golden Griddle?”

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its-ol-good​:

Ollie loved the arcade, so much that the employees all knew him by name. He occupied a lot of his free time there, often time bringing his niece or going with a friend. Today, he was with Jude and he was ready to challenge him at some games. Friendly competition, of course, because Ollie was all about having a good time. He was bouncing with excitement when they were at the bullseye game.

“Yeah! Wait!” Ollie pulled his wallet out of his pocket to make sure he had a five dollar bill, a bright smile on his face when he saw a ten instead. “I got ten bucks! Is that good?! I’ll give ya ten bucks if you can do it! You can do it, I know it!”

Playing skee ball was fairly easy, but hitting the right target in one go? That was a challenge that he had set up for himself. “Pretty sure my skills aren’t good enough for a ten. I’ll break it up for you though, I’ve got a five,” he said, and without much more dragging of his feet, aimed the ball at various holes and threw it. It missed, landing in the bottom most ring and hole. “Well, looks I owe you that five,” he said with a chuckle.

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sam-not-samantha​:

Though it was still technically 10 days away, autumn was Sam’s favorite season. The best collections walked, the weather permitted her favorite combinations of mini skirts and thigh-highs, and fur was never more appropriate. She anticipated, though, that Los Angeles’ dryness would prevent the threat of road splatter that was omnipresent in NYC.

She would be mistaken. Somehow, amid forest fires and dry seasons, mud still existed, and one foul drive-by of a bus left her and a grey wool halter dress caked in mistakes. Eyes searched, frantic, for a witness–

“Might you have a napkin? Or something similarly useful? Before I figure out what steps to take to sue the city?”

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Jude couldn’t help but snort. She was such a sight, the bus that had driven by hitting a particularly deep pothole. “Think you need a shower, Samantha, not a napkin.” She had a tendency to blow these things out of proportion, and before she could do that, Jude attempted to help the situation. “You can always drop that off at a dry cleaners, right? There’s about a thousand on this block alone.” 

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gemmalockhart​:

It must have been hours since Gemma had actually checked a clock. Her phone was safely tucked away in her purse, sitting off to the side as she painted. If there was any texts or calls, they went unnoticed. The only thing that managed to capture her attention was the tiny bell above the door, the only indication that she wasn’t alone. As it chimed, she had just finished her final brushstroke and peered over her shoulder to the person who had walked in the door. Taking a step back from the canvas, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a tiny trace of paint behind. It perfectly matched with the splotches of paint that coated her jeans and shirt. Maybe it had been a bad idea to forgo a smock. “You have impeccable timing. I just finished and was hoping to get an opinion. What do you think?” Her hands rested on her hips as she stood back and admired her own piece of work. It wasn’t her best, she could admit that, but it wasn’t terrible. Streaks of color blended together matching the hues of a California sunset with no rhyme or reason to it. It was just pretty to look at, but that was what would sell.

"Oh, I’m always ready to give my opinion,” Jude said with a grin as he got around the other side of the painting, only having seen it thus far from the back of the canvas, and curiosity grabbing him. He stood some distance away from both her and the canvas, arms across his chest like Jude was some proper art appraiser. “I think it’s very good,” he said, nodding his head. The way the colors blend into each other, that’s really something. The color scheme is very... romance period, impressionistic even. I love it.” Truthfully, he knew little about what he spoke of, but knew there was passion put into the work, and that’s all that mattered right?

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jimmy > jude

jimmy: on a scale of 1-10 how much do i need to make an onlyfans account

jimmy: ppl wanna see sexy older men right?

jimmy: i may have drank tequila but that does NOT stop me from wanting to show off my bod to paying customers

jude: -2

jude: don't do it bro

jude: you'll wake up tomorrow with a hangover, 5 dollars richer, and your dick out there floating in the world wide web

jude: i mean so is mine, but not by choice, so that's different...

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thelanamiddleton​:

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@thelanamiddleton:  it’s solo surgery day! can’t believe it’s actually happening but i am smiling behind the mask! 

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@judenolan: I’d let you do Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy surgery on me any day 😘

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itslauraross​:

Laura received a call from her ex-lover to clarify once and for all that there is no way their relationship could go back to how it was. After she found out he cheated on her, Laura's world crumbled to dust and now her insecurities were out once more and kicking stronger than ever.

She had no idea that there was a third person who witnessed their ugly fight that she tried so hard to avoid. But because her ex insisted on meeting face to face, she accepted it thinking that maybe like that he will understand that there will be no second chance.

Because the man did not get what he wanted, he pushed Laura aside and as he walked past her, his shoulder bumped hard against hers. Every relationship she had in the past left a deep scar inside her heart, but none were so painful like this one.

Laura couldn't control her tears from leaking down her cheeks and as she turned her attention to have a one last glance at her ex, she noticed your presence which somehow bothered her. Quickly she wiped off the tears of her cheeks with the back of her hand then she spoke "How may I help you? I am truly sorry for what you've seen earlier.. that's not how I usually am..." Her voice was cracky, and low, and there was a slight pinch of sadness mixtured with pain in it. She wanted so bad to let out her anger, but not in front of someone she just met.

@slchat

Jude decided to stop into Good Vibrations that day, well, because...he felt like it. No urgent call or need, but a sixth sense told him he’d be picking something up here today. Maybe. Possibly. Except for what seemed to be a minor argument or very nearly a bust-up he just witnessed with one of the employees, which confounded him a bit. “That’s okay,” he said, trying to dismiss the awkwardness of witnessing something like that, but he was sure it was more awkard for her. “You alright?”