❝ ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴀ. ❞

[ofjudyshcart]

🍻 “ do you ever get scared ?”

the amount of vodka judy has already managed to get into her system is more apparent than ever now that she doesn't run away and/or give thea the finest of death glares upon receiving the question. instead, she squints slightly, her chin comfortably rested on her hand, consumed with thought, as if her brain didn't register someone talking to her whatsoever, before she suddenly snaps out at last - and after glancing at thea, she laughs.

"i get scared all the fucking time, thea", judy answers. "i'm terrified like half of every day. it's hard not to be when you got everything taken away from you." her voice cracks slightly, but she composes herself with alcohol-sourced ease. "i just don't show it. i think that's what everyone does. we just pretend not be scared to establish dominance or some shit. i don't know."

[memesmercy]

— 🌼 SPRING   :   spring prompts for adults, kids, and adult & kids to do together, alter as needed; feel free to specify when sending in !

plant plants in a garden / pot plants

watch bees & butterflies in the garden

bird - watch with binoculars

have a picnic

search for wild spring flowers

look for four - leaf clovers

pick strawberries

take a walk / take a jog

go on a walk with a pet [ your dog / friend’s dog / both? ]

go on a hike

play or wade in a creek

feed some ducks

skip stones across a pond

play in the rain

ride bikes / ride a tandem bike

watch the sun rise / watch the sun set

fly kites

blow bubbles

climb a tree

play on / at the playground

swing on a swing set

draw pictures with side - walk chalk

play hide - and - seek

have a water balloon fight

paint rocks

[ofjudyshcart]

─ & @hotwirings​

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 over the buffet in their hotel in louisville, looking at the breakfast options provided. she hasn’t really had a lot of time to talk to people last night, after the spectacular debacle that was the diamond reveal. and the rat reveal. but if she is is to even begin figuring out who that could be, she needs to actually spend more time with everyone. judy doesn’t want to focus too much on the fact that someone betrayed her trust; she can’t let herself think like that if she wants to stay sane. she glances at the person next to her, before deciding to strike up a conversation. “ last night was pretty fun, huh. “ finally deciding on some scrambled eggs, she starts putting them on her plate. “ how’re you holding up? “

[elimemes]

SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

‘stay for me.’

‘what’s this between us?’

‘i don’t want your apology.’

‘you know i have feelings for you.’

‘yeah, i remember the drill.’

‘you’ve never hurt me. ever.’

‘then leave her/him/them. at home.’

‘i don’t believe it.’

‘this is breaking my heart.’

‘you met me at a very strange time in my life.’

‘what keeps you up at night?’

‘i wish you were here.’

‘i let you down.’

‘something strange happened here.’

‘you’re not safe here.’

‘i wasn’t ready to say goodbye.’

‘we are not the same, and never will be.’

‘don’t touch me.’

‘is it my fault?’

‘i’m not like them.’

‘i forgot my name again.’

‘i don’t know who i am.’

‘your fear of looking stupid is holding you back.’

‘are you still alive?’

‘i don’t like being told what to do.’

‘am i making you uncomfortable?’

‘nobody cares if you don’t go to the party.’

‘it was supposed to be fun, and you ruined it.’

‘where the hell are my friends?’

‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’

[vhsmeme]

touch prompts

with love

with relief

with happiness

with a promise

with an apology

to say goodnight

to say good morning

to protect

for comfort

for luck 

for encouragement

on a scar 

on a falling tear

on a bruise

after a tough day

after a nightmare

after an argument

because you are dying

because i am dying

in a moment of worry

in a moment of anger

in a moment of annoyance

in a moment of sadness

to say hello

to say goodbye

[ofjudyshcart]

─ & @ofcatalysis​

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐁, or, in this case, heist well done, it’s only natural that those who feel they contributed to the success celebrate in the way they see fit. and the way judy sees fit is by going out with the crew while they’re still in vegas and getting absolutely hammered. sitting by the bar, she’s just ordered her fifth drink of the evening. four drink judy is at the stage where everything hasn’t yet gotten sad and depressing, so she’s enjoying this state while she can. tapping her companion, indie, on the shoulder, she speaks way too loudly over the noise of the whole establishment. “ okay, your turn. fuck, marry kill, um… striker, monty, mazzie. “

[rpmusings-galore]

                                         If this is the end of me…

                                         at least I have a friend with me.

[ofjudyshcart]

─ & @agentwang​

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 her for rossiya battle cry, judy, sitting in the back seat, more or less prepared for their takeoff (in so much as such a thing is even possible), grips the truck door with one hand and the stolen - not by her, of course, she doesn’t steal - placed safely between her legs with her knees as tightly as she can before turning back to look at the casino already disappearing behind them. during the past hours she’s eavesdropped on workplace gossip, discovered codes and deactivated security systems. it’s been such a wild ride, leaving her tense, worried, exhilarated all at once - but also incredibly tired. 

turning to the person sitting to her side - the person being ivy, whom she’d just carried around a safe with for a significant amount of time - she leans on the truck door with a sigh of relief. “ well, that was pretty close, huh? “

[ofjudyshcart]

judy: we all love a bad girl don't we

mr and mrs faulkner: yeah, not a fucking dirty fbi agent though, judy

[ofjudyshcart]

the heist crew as text posts!! 

ft. @plutomade / @prvntcessa / @ofstrikcrs / @chvmberlain / @deathshalo / @thewatchdcg / @ofjudyshcart / @ofcatalysis / @agentwang / @hotwirings

as soon as acceptances happen i’ll add our new characters!!

[gifsofbravotv]

[ofjudyshcart]

✿

✿ - buying them flowers

judy didn’t expect this in the slightest, and while she’s generally one for everything being well planned out, carefully laid out and fully anticipated, this might just be one of the most pleasant surprises of her lifetime. you know, she and ivy are friends now. but it’s just always so very nice to get a positively stunning bouquet of flowers from your platonic friend. and to think the two couldn’t stand each other when they first met. it’s a funny thing to look back on. especially now that they’re such good friends. this was such a simple gesture, and yet it turned out to mean so much. holding the bouquet, judy feels something warm and fuzzy in her chest - and just warmth in general. she didn’t think anyone would do such a thing for her. and yet ivy appreciated her enough to do it.

“ i- i can’t believe you went through all this trouble”, she manages to say, feeling herself blush. if she’s not as bright red as a frickin’ tomato right now, it’s a legitimate miracle that might have the potential to make her believe in a higher power again. “ i’m sorry i didn’t get anything for you too, i just didn’t know-”  jesus fuck, judy, she says to herself, you’re fumbling. why are you even fumbling? there’s nothing to be awkward about. sure, you don’t get flowers every day, but it’s not like this is some great event. just thank her and be nice, like a normal human being would. “ thank you”, she says after quite a significant pause. she may not be able to express that this means a lot - but if you look closely, you can see it in the smile that appears on her face as she looks at ivy, squeezing the bouquet so tight her hands slowly start to hurt.

[ofjudyshcart]

¿

¿ - thermometer

judy is lying safely tucked in her warm bed at headquarters, frowning impatiently while glancing sideways at thea, who is seated beside her. all by itself, this entire scene is such a weird setup for her. she should be the one taking care of the other woman, not the other way around. pretty much just in general, while managing and caring for others is something she’s grown very accustomed to over her entire life working as a medical professional, but being cared for is a whole ‘nother thing. it’s not something she’s used to. she doesn’t even consider it something she’ll ever need to be used to. she can manage herself, right?

except apparently not now. as shameful as being incapacitated by a simple infection is, judy can’t really manage that well ever since yesterday. seems like she has to admit it’s good that she lives at hq, and there are others who can help her. right now, the person helping is thea, and at the moment she’s checking the thermometer judy’s been holding under her arm for the past few minutes (of course the digital one had to break at this exact time). the younger woman’s brows are knit together, and judy grows tired of the silence and uncertainty. “give that to me”, she says firmly, reaching for and attempting to grab the device, only for it to be taken out of reach. what follows is a slightly comical struggle, after which she finally rips away the thermometer and looks at it. well, now she knows why thea didn’t want her to see this. with a frustrated sigh, she falls back onto her pillow and gives the device back to her friend. “ well, i get that now”, she mutters, disappointed.

[ofjudyshcart]

🍻 “ what scares you more than anything ?”

when judy hears the question, she’s surprised to say the least, although significantly less offended by this attempted invasion of her privacy than she would have been if it weren’t for the alcohol she’s already put in her system. vodka will open anyone up if consumed in large enough quantities - well, not make-you-puke-then-fall-down-into-your-own-vomit large, but large enough to get you to be just a little more honest. and that’s what happens here.

“ uh,, i think it’s not even death itself, y’know. i’ve seen people die. i’m a doctor, goddammit. but uh, yeah, when the people dying are people i know, people i love, that’s scary. that’s terrifying. i’ve done it before. i don’t want to do it again.”  her voice cracks slightly. “ after my husband died, i was- i was so alone.”  she’s on the verge of crying by this point. why doesn’t drinking always make her just feel better? “ i just don’t want to feel like that. that was the worst time of my life, i- i don’t want to feel like that ever again.”

[jamesnbarnes]

radio / lana del rey

[elizabetholsens]

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

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alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .