#jude.victoria

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He was thankful that after 10pm the Lanford roads were virtually empty, and cops were rare to see or patrol, because Jude definitely hit some speed limits. Luckily, she was close to where he lived so in under ten minutes he was pulling up to the building she had told him she’d be in. Dialling her number again, he waited, impatiently tapping the steering wheel, trying to tell himself to be calm and that all would be fine with Ronnie. “Hey. Uh, I’m outside,” he said the moment she picked up. Then added, “Do you... need my help carrying him?” Knowing that Ronnie had gotten significantly larger and heavier than when they had once adopted him as a pup. @ahomegirlslives

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“Alright, I don’t know about you, but I’m about to give up I think. I’d be happy to live in that craphole Dan and I had, at this rate. At least there was no flea infestation.”

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It had started out as a quick meet up with a friend in the city he hadn’t seen in ages. Then that turned into quick drinks with that friend, as he was on his way to catching a flight the next day and pressured Jude into them. Somehow, that snowballed into ending up at a party, and then another, each consecutive place ending with seedier results. Come morning, he felt like a pile of shit, half for the drugs still coursing through his system (the comedown hadn’t even started yet), and half because he remembered that he had bailed on his plans with Victoria. Massively. His phone long dead by now, not having survived the night, he was sure had a plethora of missed calls and messages on it. The only thing left to do was go home, even though he didn’t want to. He was paranoid that the bloodshot eyes, way his heart still raced, and all his other slight physical tells would give him away as to what he’d been up to. But he couldn’t just stay away for the rest of today, could he? That was insane. No, that was how it started. The lies, the excuses, and bailing to hide out somewhere. That was bad. This was bad. It couldn’t and wouldn’t happen again.

Jude turned the lock in the door to the apartment as quietly as he could, not sure what he would find in there, and not wanting to wake her if she was still asleep. For some reason, he hoped she would be.

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“So.”

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@ahomegirlslives

It was around half past twelve when they landed at Des Moines International. The airport was full, but not overcrowdedly so, and they grabbed their luggage without fuss to head to the desk where Jude was told he could pick up their rental car. He’d slept on the flight even though it had been just over three hours, but was still feeling somewhat sleepy. Already the place seemed worlds away from anywhere he’d been before.

“Where’s that car...maybe I should turn the alarm on and then we’ll hear it,” he joked as they rolled their suitcases through the closed parking lot. It didn’t take too long to find it though, and Jude opened the back to pop both their suitcases in, getting into the driver’s seat. He configured the address to her parent’s house into the GPS, and once it was reading the coordinates back to them in a female voice, the reality of it all struck him a bit more. “Forty eight minutes to get there in this traffic,” Jude said, merely stating the obvious as the screen displayed how long it would take for them to reach their destination. Pulling out of the parking lot, he looked over at Vic. She looked less than hyped for what was to come, but that was to be expected. “You hungry, by the way? I’m sure there’s a  place we can stop off and grab something.” Maybe subconsciously he was trying to stretch out the moment between now and when they’d come face to face with her parents.

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@ahomegirlslives​

Jude surely thought he was tripping; there was no other way to explain all of this. First, he’d been practically abducted by some dude who looked like some over-steroided gym rat (goth edition, in all black), then brought to this creepy old church, then told he was actually, in fact, not one hundred percent human. He was either still on some kind of high, or about to be sacrificed by some very ripped and eager satanists for some ritual in their cult. There could be no other explanation. “Look, can we just...I can hand over whatever remaining cash is in my wallet, we part ways, never to speak to each other again...” To his great surprise, two of the guys in the room left, a glimmer of hope in Jude’s eyes that maybe h was going to be released after all, and they could use some other unwilling idiot in their ritual. Son of an angel, his left nut. He spotted a girl of their group he hadn’t noticed before, smaller and possibly more delicate looking — maybe he could talk some sense into her instead? “You. Hey, you,” Jude cleared his throat, speaking in a quieter tone, still half convinced he was dreaming but not wanting the others to overhear them, just in case. “You part of this crazy cult, too?”

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jnjnjn​​  b/c i can never resist a creepy looks like the paps took it shot.  #Anyway.  It’s been a year since I encountered a (very tasteful) photo of my bare ass hanging in a westbrook gallery, and of course its culprit and creator (thank u for always returning the favor with some creepshots of ur own babe. keep doing u.). Ever since then life has been, as always, wild and wonderful and weird and crazy and crazy (twice for emphasis), like it always is. But one thing has been a constant and that’s this lady right here being always by my side. I almost can’t believe it myself and pinch myself about it sometimes, but hey, that’s life. the weird with the good and the bad and wonderful and magical all together. anyway, i bet you’ve already scrolled past this and couldn’t bother reading the whole thing (i don’t blame ya) but god who knew that after that gallery meeting we’d still be together a year on, with a frenchie that acts more like a small needy child, and looking for our own place together. look at us. doing adulting things. being adults. BUT YEAH. This was all just to say I love you Victoria Louise, and i hope i get to spend lots more years with u by my side, and this is getting too sappy and gay even for me so yeah. LOVE U LOTS. xoxoxoxo  💕💞💕💞💕💞💕💞

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otp parents meme thing

who’s the one to wake up the kids: vic. jude is not a morning person. but maybe once a week he sets an alarm early so he can do it and give vic a break. who makes the breakfast: jude probably. and packs the kids’ lunches and draws little smiley face post it notes and writes sappy things like ‘have a blast! see you soon!’ who’s the one to cry for everything: they take turns.  who’s the more discipline parent and who’s the more lenient one: i feel like they’re both pretty chill af and let their kids just be kids. when they do have to get all #discipline they probably talk it out and strategize it because how do u parent anyway. who helps with the science fair: jude. let the man build a vinegar volcano he lives for that shit.  who does baby talk: vic possibly? though jude might too. he does it with their dogs enough. who wakes up for midnight feedings:  vic. who’s the one who always worries: vic most of the time, jude for special occasions and WAY OVERBOARD.  who picks up the kids early from school for some fun: jude. or he gets there and finds the kids gone because vic’s already beat him to the punch. who’s the competitive parent: vic. who kisses the ouches: both. who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes: both. who makes the “dad jokes”: jude. 1000%. (i mean he’s not even a dad yet and he’s cracked his fair share of crappy dad jokes already). who embarrassed their kid for fun: jude fo’ sho. who’s the over protective one: they both are, but lowkey. who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: jude.