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macavley:
“The assembly is in there, sheep!” Macauley shouted out to the stray student that had somehow found their way out of the auditorium. “I’m not here to babysit. Just to usher people in.”
Tilting his head to the side, Jude blinked at the professor. “Sheep?” He began walking towards him, offering the other a sympathetic smile when he was close enough in range. “Bad day, sir?”
therobinbello:
“Come here, darling” Robin waved the other over. “I need to see how the shoulders are fitting and you seem to be the right fit for this.” Gingerly, he held onto a jacket he had spent the last few days sewing. “Don’t make me beg.”
The pet name and request had Jude scanning the area to confirm that the other had indeed been talking to him. Even though he seemed to be looking directly at him, the hesitant boy still felt the need for a verbal confirmation. “Me?” A self-conscious hand ran through his locks as he made his way over, eyes gravitating to the jacket he’d been asked to try on. “Did you make that? You’ve got talent.”
✉️ open
Salem: lol my brothers vape just fucking exploded in his face
Salem: he's crying in the toilet
Salem: help him
Jude: maybe you should be helping him
Jude: is he injured?
oliverprc:
“Probably the most anyone has ever trusted me. I think I am either going to cry or kiss you,” Oliver said dramatically before cracking a smile at the boy. “Yes both of us. I don’t get into trouble alone, Judy Boy, although I am feeling a bit calmer than usually so you caught me on a good day,” he resting his side against the counter as he thought for a moment, “You know, I have been wanting a dog recently. Want to help? Let’s go save a dog from one of those shelters and buy out the entire pet store.”
“Do both and we could write a rom-com,” Jude teased, returning the other a light-hearted smile of his own. A bemused albeit skeptical look crossed his features as his companion continued to speak. “Judy Boy,” he repeated quietly, closing his eyes for a brief moment to fully take in the new nickname. Biting his lower lip to contain the grin that threatened to take over his face, Jude met the other’s eyes and nodded. “Yeah, ok, you’ve found my weakness. Lead the way.”
schxana:
“There is? I’m not really up to date with anything other than my Snapchat stories which are funny as fuck and my Instagrams which are bomb as fuck.” she replied inflating her ego. “Sounds about right, at least I get to see just how exactly you get down.”
“Yeah? You’ll have to add me,” Jude suggested, a smirk tugging at his lips at the repeated use of the phrase ‘as fuck’. “Get down? As in dancing-wise? Very awkwardly.” He let out an abrupt laugh at the self-deprecating confession.
nnax:
“A glorified cheerleader,” he repeated, chuckling lightly. It was sad to say, but Max never really had anyone that he could just talk to openly, that would be a support system for him without judgement. Most of his friends had such cosmic issues of their own, that it was hard to get in a plea for help. It wasn’t their fault, it was just life. It beat everyone down in 2016, it seemed. “I will,” he nodded, eyes scanning the contents on the table in front of him. Max let out a soft breath, shrugging a shoulder. “I’d have to tell them that - y’know - I’ve been using again. I’m not even really supposed to drink on my meds, so they’d probably try and get me to admit myself again.” Max sighed, finally glancing up to Jude. “But I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try it. Nothing else seems to work.”
“Go Team Max,” Jude added, relishing in the first genuine laugh he’d gotten out of the other during their interaction. It was as if rays of sunlight were finally peaking out from behind a cloud consumed sky. “I’m holding you to it,” the boy reminded, offering him a faux stern look for emphasis. Light-hearted tone aside, he was serious. Jude was making aiding Max’s recovery his own personal mission. “I don’t care if it’s 4 a.m., I expect you to call.” As he explained the situation, Jude captured his lower lip between his teeth as he mulled over it. “Do you think they’d let you try out-patient? You could work the program without having to pause life for treatment.”
connor-roth:
“Did it?” He said, sending the other a rare, straight-faced look that he hoped would let Jude know that he’d definitely read everything the blog had to say. “Wild. And you didn’t discourage me, man. It was a joke, anyway,” He said, hesitant smile slowly reappearing. “Thanks for the, uh, hypothetical hand-holding, though.”
“Yeah,” Jude confirmed, his voice taking a softer tone at the abrupt seriousness of his friend’s expression. Concern-riddled eyes carefully searched his. “Did it make things weird?” Mirroring Connor’s smile, the boy patted his arm reassuringly. “Of course. You know I’d support you through whatever.”
sxuzalucas:
The sound of someone in the booth behind Lucas scraping their fork on their plate was sending him loopy while he waited for his coffee across from his friend. Usually he steered clear of the stuff, but going back to classes left him a little riled up no matter how prepared he was. He’d be wound up like that until the day of when suddenly everything would be okay, like nothing had ever happened. The more he felt like this, the more he needed someone to get his mind of it and Jude was just that person. “I’m telling you, not every girl loves flowers,” he explained as he folded his coat which laid beside him, mind trailing back to a previous rejection caused by a childish dare, “They die, apparently. A girl I knew thought that was more insulting than charming and so I never got them again– until now for birthdays and when they’re too nice to pass it up. Why can’t girls get guys flowers? I wouldn’t mind getting some roses every now and again.” [ @plzjude ]
Pursing his lips, Jude nodded as Lucas reminded him about a certain girl’s distaste for flowers. His mind couldn’t help but wander back to the speed dating event and how Bradley had informed him that she hated most flowers. It struck him as odd at the time, but he didn’t think to get the story when he was in the moment. He made a mental note to ask eventually. At Lucas’ explanation; however, Jude let out something akin to a scoff mixed with a laugh. “They die? Is that really her reason?” He inhaled a deep breath and shook his head when he released it. “I would’ve told her this: ‘So do humans, but you’re ok with accepting my heart for the time being.’ I mean, the beauty’s in how temporary they are, right? We appreciate sunsets because they’re temporary, but overlook a beautiful blue sky because of how frequently we’re able to view it.” As his friend expressed his own wish to get flowers, a smile pulled at Jude’s lips. “Tradition, probably. There’s no real reason why a girl can’t get a guy flowers though. You should mention it to Stella sometime.”
rrorykieffer:
“New York is a little bit overrated..” Rory admitted, “and I get that.. I came here by myself and was pretty much completely alone until I started at Bridgemont.” He was quick to shiver and shove his hands in the pocket of his hoodie as soon as they stepped outside. Other than nearly freezing to death if he wasn’t properly dressed for the day, Rory liked cold days. He always had more energy than in the summer time or when it was hot out. “That sounds nice. New York is mostly concrete so what I wouldn’t give to just see a few cows or horses or woods or just plain old open space.” He laughed a little too, before he paused thinking about the question for a moment. “Everyday. All the time.”
“I think a place is only as great as the memories you make there,” Jude mused, glancing over at Rory to gauge his thoughts. It made sense, didn’t it? His face bore a vague expression as he thought back to when he himself first attended Bridgemont. It’d been lonely not knowing anyone, but it was in Jude’s nature to reach out and get to know people pretty fast. “Me too. I flew out and settled in for a few days before I started trying to make friends. Granted, I’m pretty extroverted, so I had to make a conscious effort to make myself get everything in order first.” He chuckled at Rory’s confession of wanting to see some farm animals. “My grandparents owned a farm. Horses, cows, chickens, the works. It gave me a huge complex about eating meat, but I still do. I’m weak,” he dismissed the statement with a shrug. Glancing over at Rory, Jude smirked. “I mean, they say that growth only happens when you’re uncomfortable, but I’d like to feel comfortable for once, you know?” He let out a long, drawn out sigh. “I’m being ungrateful, right? I’ve had a pretty easy life so far.” It was in typical Jude fashion to go back on a negative comment.
lunareynolds:
“Either do a shot with me or go fuck yourself.”
Jude couldn’t help but chuckle at the unexpectedly blunt ultimatum. “What do you have against the sober?”
oliverprc:
“On a scale of one to ten, how much do you trust me?” Oliver asked, glancing at the person next to him with a smirk falling into place on his face. “It might be a zero by the end of the night but I can guarantee it will be worth it.”
“I like to give most people a five, equal room to build on or break,” Jude spoke nonchalantly, already mentally preparing himself for whatever the other was about to throw on him. “For both of us?”
✉️ judge jude
Pearl: yeppers 🤒🌴 i was as stressed as rachel green's dr. daddy before he crunched into a strip of bacon and went into cardiac arrest. good thing greece turned me into a vegan again
Pearl: maybe i like them old, jude 🙄 don't be so judgemental
Pearl: high like a joyride up rainbow road
Pearl: crystal ball tells me it was a toe crucial to your sense of balance. you can no longer juggle or tango down a tight rope, sorry to disappoint
Jude: sounds rough :/ everything better now though?
Jude: if i recall correctly, you were the one who used the word creepy. don’t try to reverse kink shame me for your preferences, pearl.
Jude: i wasn’t coordinated enough to do either of those before. no loss lol.
Jude: i wonder if i could just glue a small block of wood to the stump where my toe used to be. think that would recover my loss of balance?
fairchildxari:
Grinning softly at his gentle gesture of squeezing her small hand between his own, she chuckled. “Being caring is not a curse. Hurts a bit sometimes, but it’s worth it once you get to see those around you happy. Especially when you know you are the reason behind their smiles.” Ariella told, tilting her head back to the side slightly and allowing a soft sigh to escape her lips. It was good to see how Jude was similar to her. It gave her a warm feeling deep into her chest, and she knew she wasn’t alone in between the many party-goers that formed most of Bridgemont student body. “Same, actually. But I baked some cookies before going to bed, because I couldn’t sleep. I bet you didn’t get that delicious part of the night.” She smiled, gaze drifting over to the window for a moment before the ginger checked her clock. “If you aren’t busy tonight, you should show up at my place. I will be making dinner today. I’ve been incredibly lazy recently and I’m sick of takeout. Also planning on watching a movie. Promise it won’t be a lot.”
“I think anything can be bad in excess. If something hurts you, it’s your heart telling you that something’s not right. You can ignore it, but at the end of the day, being too caring can cause you too sacrifice your own happiness. It’s about finding balance,” Jude explained, knowing all too well the downfalls of sacrifice. Sometimes he wondered if the whole thing would hurt less if he didn’t knowingly take part in the abuse. More times than not he anticipated it and let it happen anyway. Still, Ariella was right. Most things were worth the frustration to Jude if he could make someone happy in the process. The contented sigh that fell from the redhead’s lips brought a smile to his face. “Definitely didn’t get baked goods, and I’m very jealous. Did you ever think that maybe I also like cookies?” he scolded, donning a mock scowl. His expression fell and formed into a playful grin only a moment later. He beamed at the offer. “I’d love that, actually. What are we eating?”
connor-roth:
“Oh yeah,” He snorted, hoping Jude would assume the blush on Connor’s cheeks was makeup, too. “Dude, you think of everything. I didn’t even think about that and now I’ve given up,” He sighed, wiping the lipstick off. “Like, mad respect to everyone who does that shit for a living. I can’t even get my eyebrows done without crying,” He joked.
“Speaking of the yacht party, that one Bridgemont gossip blog said something about you kissing Leah,” Jude mentioned with suggestively raised eyebrows, nudging his friend with his elbow. He pouted as Connor relinquished his goal of becoming a drag queen. “Already? I didn’t mean to discourage you or anything. I just wanted to make sure you were prepared for the work it takes. I’d totally hold your hand through the waxing if that’d help.”
joy-ventura:
“School, schmool. I’ll make it up eventually,” She shrugged. “I feel like it’d be worth taking a semester or two off. It’s not like I’m goin’ anywhere. Except on a cross-country trip, obvs, but you get my goat,” She added with the raise of a brow. “Though, the same argument could just go for school and I could just wait to ride the train… But it’s always hard not doing something when you’ve already decided you want to do it,” She smiled. “You’re scared of planes? I love flying.”
Eventually? Jude found himself a bit confused at how laid-back the other seemed to be about the loose time frame. “It’s just easy to get overwhelmed if you don’t plan ahead,” he reminded her, biting the inside of his cheek as she went over her options aloud. “Not for me. I have a pretty bad habit of talking myself out of things. I guess it’s not really a bad thing, just makes for less crazy stories to tell my grandkids one day.” Eyes widened dramatically as he nodded. “Definitely. They just don’t feel completely safe to me. What do you like about it?”
schxana:
“I’m an idiot, I’m literally never off my phone and some how I forget to check Google?” she replied with a laugh and a roll of her eyes. “Not much an occasion as opposed to wanting to do something other than staying in every day of the week in this prison. You interested?”
“You shouldn’t. It’s so common that there’s even this website called ‘Let Me Google That For You’ that you can link friends to that’ll manually type in their search for them. Happens to the best of us,” Jude reassured her with a soft smile. He nodded at the offer. “Sure. Wouldn’t hurt either of us to party like a parolee.”
rrorykieffer:
“I was r-” He almost said raised, because saying from wouldn’t have been proper terminology for him but that wasn’t important at the moment and if anything he would be explaining that whole other story to Jude later. So he quickly corrected himself, “I’m from Queens actually. Sunnyside, specifically and it’s all diners and bakerys there and family owned places. I miss it a little…actually a lot, but mostly the food.” He admitted, and it wasn’t a lie. “Yeah, we can head to mine.” He agreed, as they snuck by the chaperones. “So what about you? You never told me where your from either.” They’d only ever really discussed interests and not so much origins or histories of anything like that so Rory was genuinely curious. Everyone was so busy with school and preoccupied with other stuff they forgot to ask each other the most common questions.
Jude’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as the other cut his word short, debating whether or not to ask but ultimately just writing it off as a slip of the tongue. Besides, if it was something Rory wanted to tell Jude, he would tell him. “Yeah? Color me jealous. I’ve always wanted to visit New York. I guess I could now if I really wanted to, but I don’t know, traveling alone is kinda lonely.” The boy dismissed the idea with a shrug of his shoulders. It was a nice goal, but not an immediate one by any means. A blast of cold air slammed into Jude’s face as he reached the exit and he rubbed his hands together to retain his remaining body heat. “Rockport, Texas. Scenic, small beach, plenty of great places to eat… Objectively, it’s great. I just never really felt like I fit in there,” he admitted, choking out a laugh at his own ridiculous sounding words. “I’m not so sure I’d fit perfectly anywhere though. You ever feel like that?”