judas' betrayal

❝ write a p o e m for your fourteen year old s e l f; forgive them. heal them. free them. ❞

[jvdasiisms]

tvddyisms:

           of all the things any of them could stand to be accused for, cooking sure as hell wasn’t one of them, and so, with a silent motion of his hands, arms up and palms forward, teddy easily relented his surrender. if anything, it was too late into the night to even think about starting shit, and judas was too fucking tall for him to stand around and try to threaten. with teddy barely grazing the elder’s chin with his own height? it just really didn’t make for a good picture.   ❛   m’sure it’s not that spicy.   ❜   or so he hoped. teddy might not have been raised in korea for the majority of his upbringing, but he had spent the most influential few years of his childhood there to have acquired a taste for korean food. case in point, spicy shouldn’t have been a problem. then again, as he took the offered plate, the sudden overpowering scent of mixed spices was enough to make his eyes sting.   ❛   you said a bit on the spicy side, asshole.   ❜   then again, the fact that he took a first bite went against the look of betrayal on his face.

              judas knew that he was a little bit on the intimidating side - at six foot five, almost six foot six the last time he had measured, he was taller than everyone in the house. that paired with his semi hostile demeanor and resting bitch face sent all the right signals for back up and don’t fuck with me. something that he appreciated more often than not. he couldn’t help but smirk at him, quirking up an eyebrow and shrugging his shoulders. that was what everyone thought before they had tasted his jerk chicken. he leaned against the counter, sucking some of the sauce off of his thumb as he watched the other’s reaction to the smell of all the spices. “i thought you said it couldn’a been dat spicy, hmm?” he asked mockingly, bringing it up to his lips to take a bite for himself.

[jvdasiisms]

when was the last time you did something crazy? what was it?

“Someting crazy? Me did have bullets and shit shot at me and had to stop ‘em from before they did me any harm not too long ago. Does that count?”

[jvdasiisms]

How many sexual partners have you had?

“Honestly? Couldn’t tell ya even if me wanted to. Do people still keep track these days?”

[jvdasiisms]

i can attest to that 100% percent, love. -xoxo lucia

“Atta girl. Listen to her, she speaks nothin’ but truth.”

[jvdasiisms]

You know, you have some real big feet, big hands... What other Big Things do you have?

“Everyting is proportional. Don’t make me sling it out on you. Wouldn’t want to separate the men from the boys, aye?”

[jvdasiisms]

[jvdasiisms]

social media meme ;;

send me a ★ for a facebook status from my muse to yours

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

send me a ☯ for a youtube video or vine about your muse from my muse

send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse's phone

send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

[jvdasiisms]

mlkhoneys:

   the loud banging downstairs didn’t help with her sleeping schedule. usually, when it was time to rest, charlie could be found fast asleep. but this time, she was wide awake and wasn’t ready to fall back asleep anytime soon. the sleeping mask acted as a headband to tame her wild hair, sticking up at odd places. she hadn’t expected anyone else to up, so too say she was surprised was a little bit of an understatement. the hypnotist was more shocked than anything. if she was scared of anything in this house, it was emmy. and frankly, the shadow seemed too tall to be her. flickering the lights on, charlie squinted in the hard light only to find judas ready to fight. “sorry,” she got out groggily, changing the room’s lighting to it’s originally dark and fairly lonely one. “you went out?” the girl couldn’t help but ask, rubbing some sleep from out of her eyes.

     “it’s fine, charlie chaplin,” he waved off her apology, leaning against the doorframe to try to keep his balance so he wouldn’t topple over. he was slowly beginning to regret drinking so much when he went out, and he knew that he would pay for it in the morning, but he knew that if he could turn back time he wouldn’t change anything he had done that night. it was necessary. everyone needed to unwind and go out every once in a while, even him. he was just glad that it was charlie who had walked in on him coming inside way past curfew and not em. “yeah, just for a few hours,” judas murmured, finally pushing away from the door and walking towards the kitchen. there was no way he’d be able to make it up the stairs right then and there. “what are you doing up?”

[jvdasiisms]

minjve:

              Minjae levels the taller with an unimpressed glance at his words, eyes breaking away from his current puzzle in order to do so. “Hilarious,” he deadpans, eyes rolling shortly thereafter. —Minjae, himself, was nearly on the verge of skinning everyone who spoke poorly of his cat at this point ; including the giant that nearly doubled him in size, regardless of his height and Minjae’s inherent inability to actually reach him. The elder waves the cigarette away with a quick shake of his head. “I’m good,” he mumbles in response, redirecting his gaze back towards his book. “Tobacco gives me migraines,” he vaguely offers in response. He wasn’t strongly opposed to cigarettes, per se, but they never really did much for the constant, anxious twitch of his fingertips.

            It takes Judas a moment to actually realize what he’s implied with his sarcastic remark. It hadn’t been premeditated or thought out - hell, he’d forgotten that Minjae even had a cat if he’s being perfectly honest, but it just seems as though life dropped opportunities in his lap without him being the wiser. After it finally sets in, he lets out a small chuckle that drags out until he’s laughing, pressing his hand against his face as if that would help control his outburst. After a few moments, he finally calms down, looking over at the shorter male. “Sorry,” he says sincerely in between chuckles, picking his pencil back up. “Ain’t mean your cat. Forgot you even had one if me being honest.” He shrugs his shoulders and - surprisingly, leans over out his chair towards the ground, stubbing out the cigarette. “No migraines then.” He’s not sure if it’s smoking tobacco or just the smell of it that gives him migraines, but he’s not going to test it.”

[jvdasiisms]

chaenergy:

sleep had been evading him for far too long. it took all the willpower he had to untangle himself from the bodies in the bed he was sharing, but once he managed to quietly free himself without waking any of them up, han is slipping from the room with careful steps, for once not managing to completely mess up the concept of being QUIET. the door shuts behind him with the softest click, and his mind is set on traveling downstairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water and maybe something to eat– so much so that he doesn’t even see the other until the lights are flickering on above him and they are being shown at the foot of the stairs. instinctively han stops, blinking but knowing immediately who it was by the long, tall shape of their body – but judas’s immediate defense makes a grin quirk onto han’s lips, chuckle slipping as he puts his hands up in his own surrender, “relax. i’m not gonna jump you.” he is amused, but the request is heard and with a quick flick of his wrist, he zaps the lights OUT without a second thought. luckily, he was oddly familiar with the dark, and his eyes adjusted quickly, letting the natural light shroud judas’ figure once more. “it’s really late. are you just getting home?” han asks a moment later, fixing judas with a curious look.

“as if you would get da chance to,” judas grumbles under their breath, unzipping their hoodie and flinging it across the back of the sofa - or at least, flinging it in the direction of where he believes the sofa is. he’s still trying to learn the layout of this house, it hasn’t been that long since they moved in. he lets out a sigh of relief when they’re immediately shrouded in darkness once again, his eyes quickly adjusting to the lack of light. he’s just come from nearly pitch black darkness outside, so the transition is almost seamless. speaking of pitch black. “someone should really talk to da neighbors around ‘ere about cutting on some porch lights or someting. it’s not safe for anyone to be walking around in the dark,” his words slur slightly, but he’s sobered up from the slight shock of being caught coming in the house. he’s just glad that it was han who found him and not em or someone else. someone else he doesn’t have the patience to deal with. “yeah, just gettin’ home. lost track of time,” he offers flippantly, stepping further into the living room and movie towards the staircase where the other stood. “what are you doin’ up so late, hmm?”

[selfpriority-deactivated2017111]

[mouseremote147863456]

[jvdasiisms]

prospvrous:

           the past few days had been particularly exhausting for the twenty-five year old. and if the bags circling their eyes were any indication of how much sleep they’ve lost over something they could’ve prevented, it was to no one’s surprise if they didn’t get any rest at all. nevertheless, calvin stayed still and quiet on one of the balcony’s chairs, much too focused on a rubiks cube to notice any passerby — subconsciously praying they didn’t have to encounter anyone. so they wouldn’t have to talk about their feelings, their worries, their doubts. to be confronted for their odd behaviour and misdemeanor. simply thinking about the odd questions that held no answers hurt to an extent, and to even explain a portion of it would cause them to break out into inevitable tears. of course, it was to be expected after having to hold it in for as long as they did. it wasn’t even the solution to the toy that occupied their thoughts, voices causing them to grip the tiny object in their hands dangerously tight. they wondered how it could’ve been for them — the three of them — had they thought things through. or if they hadn’t fallen in love in the first place, hadn’t risked their chances at something they’d thought never to be able to achieve. true happiness.if you thought one of them wasn’t good enough for you, why’d you think two would be any better? they taunted the reality warper, head beginning to throb — a subtle ache that couldn’t compare to the pain in their chest. “fuck!” calvin uttered loudly, breaking the silence in the air as they cut through flesh – a minor injury, but an injury nonetheless. the cube clattered on the ground, chipping a few pieces in the process.

        it seemed as though judas kept finding himself trekking outside, no matter what house they were in, and spending most of his day on the back porch or the balcony. wherever he could find some peace and quiet. most days he would be out there alone, but sometimes there would be stragglers, people from in the house would find their way outside. not that he really minded or anything, it wasn’t like he could keep them from coming out. they had just as much a right to be there as he did, and if he were being perfectly honest, it was nice to have some company every once in a while. even if they didn’t talk the entire time, he enjoyed the comfortable silence. he would sketch or draw in his notebook and they would do whatever it was they were doing until they decided to go back inside of the house. however that day, someone was already out on the balcony when he went outside. he barely stopped to look at them, immediately recognizing the figure as calvin, before going over to the nearest seat and settling himself in it. he mumbled a quiet, “hey,” although he didn’t get a response. it was obvious they were too busy wrapped up in their little toy to actually hear judas, not that he particularly minded or was offended. he just shrugged his shoulders and got to work sketching, this time focusing on the landscape in front of them. it had been about ten or fifteen minutes before either of them made a sound, cal breaking the heavy silence with a yell. judas jumped, getting up out of his seat. “wha’?” asked, his eyes darting around until they finally landed on the wound on the other’s hand. “ah, i see,” he mumbled, walking over to them and taking their hand in his own. “ya lucky dat ting didn’t cut you too deep. you dun need stitches. s’gonna leave a nasty scar though, zeen?”

[jvdasiisms]

    judas fiddles with the front door of the safe house, mumbling out curses until he’s finally able to get the key in the lock and turn it, pushing the door open. he stumbles inside, trying, and failing, to close the door silently behind him, before trekking up the stairs. it’s well after curfew, at least an hour afterwards, and the house is silent. he had gone out earlier that night with the intentions of just getting a bite to eat, but that bite to eat turned into him being invited out with a group of people he had met at the local pizza parlor. he knows he’s not supposed to socialize with people in the city, because no one knows who to trust, but he’s never been a stickler for the rules. and he’s been feeling so restricted and confined lately that he needed to get out of the house and have fun. he’s been itching to go out and be normal, and he finally had the chance. he hadn’t had fun, actual fun, in what feels like so long. he grips the railing to the stairwell and lifts up his foot to go to his room, only to freeze when the light clicks on. he just barely stops himself from going into attack mode, his hands raising up defensively, but he relaxes when he sees a familiar face. “oh, it’s just you. do ya mind cutting out dat light?” he asks, his words slurring slightly. “’s fuckin’ bright, man.”

[drhanniballecter]

I relate to the phrase “chillin like a villain” because it shows that I’m calm but also ready to sin

[msdelaroche]

[byigbedion]