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Jude never expected Ava to give up her life for him. All her dreams for college, her dream career; Jude never wanted nor expected her to give that up for him, or their life together; even if it’s not what he personally wanted; he gave her, her space and allowed her to take the time she needed to deal with what she needed to.. He felt that being married, meant that they would experience what they wanted separately, yet together; at the same time. the support system of it all. That was a thought that went though the redhead’s mind constantly, knowing well how his parent’s were and how they would feel about him and Ava being married at eighteen; and how her’s would react. Yet, he didn’t care what they they thought.

They would never approve of their marriage, however, Jude never allowed that to cross his mind. He would get a job, aside from the diner, in the fire department like he always figured he would do, to support them before he told his parents. It was a constant though he had; what to do, and what he was going to do to support them as a married couple They wouldn't ever acknowledge they were married because of their age. So, he kept quiet, only referring to Ava as his girlfriend and dismissing the minuscule rings they wore as simple rings. 

Coming home after a night out, the last thing on his mind was on his parents, much more focused on Ava, whom promised to see him later that night; making him want to home home earlier than what he usually would have. Hardly thinking about it, much-less not even questioning it. Jude made his way up to the stairs, only stopping in his door way until he opened the door and his eyes laid on Ava; almost like it was the first time seeing her, his eyes stopping at the baby blue lingerie, pausing for a split second. 

“What’s this?” he couldn't help but muse quietly, slipping in the room and quickly shutting the door and locking it behind himself. he quirked a eyebrow up, slightly shocked by the surprise of her laid out the bed, in a matching bra and underwear set. “It’s definitely not my birthday,” he said, making his way towards the bed and leaning down to give her a short and light peck. “What’s this for?”

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Being married at eighteen was one of the last things Ava ever assumed she would be. She thought she would get married after college, or during college, never in high school.. but she loved Jude, and she knew he was the one she wanted to spend her life with.. But the fear was still there, the idea of having to give up her dreams for their marriage scared her to death, but she knew she would. 

The fear became overwhelming over the past week as she had to decline an offer to Kstate, her dream school, but she knew it wasn’t where Jude wanted to be. Which meant it didn’t get brought up. So she ran away for half the week to take a break from it all, an immature decision that she had no doubt caused her husband stress; but she needed the break. 

It was ten thirty pm, and she had just barley made it back, she knew he was going to be with his friends for another few hours based on his usual routine. she played the role of a good girlfriend, making small talk with his family before sneaking up to his room. Stripping down to her lacy baby blue matching bra and underwear set, she laid out on his bed they often shared waiting for him to come home. 

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Did Blue ever think that he would hide from the law successfully without being found? Absolutely not. He knew, no matter the time it cost, he would be found and would eventually be thrown in the slammer. However, he held onto the hope that if that were the case, those whom he cared for, wouldn’t be effected. emotionally or psychically. Intentionally or unintentionally, the other gave him so much hope, more than he ever had before knowing her. The sound of the front door creaking and opening, caught Blue’s attention from where he was in the basement, reading some book he already had read several times over. 

Then followed her voice, causing his stomach to flutter and twist unexpectedly, as it had every day when she returned home. Perhaps it was because of his comfort around her, knowing she would never tell; Or because he knew, he could completely trust her, no matter the problem. “Jo?” he answered loud enough that he hoped she would hear, perking up and quickly closing his book. He rounded the small corner that lead up the stairs, carefully climbing the stairs until he reached the door and pushed it open. 

The basement is where he spent most of his days, hiding there just in case if anything were to happen; if the home where searched due to his connection to Jo through the church. It practically became his home; a concrete based home, a mattress and several books. It was better than nothing, and he was beyond thankful to Jolene. She was.. A angel, or might as well have been, in his eyes. Even if he felt he wasn’t qualified to have a so called angel in his life. 

“Why would I order food? I think people would know who I am as soon as they saw me.” he answered, instantly falling silent and realizing what he had said in such a bitter manner. He didn’t mean to be bitter, and rude; especially not after she had be kind enough to take him in. She was the only one to be kind, and to take his story and history into consideration. other’s, frankly, didn’t care at all. he just wanted to make the best with what he had, even though he had the tendency to make things messy,

“Look, I can cook. I can make something out of stuff we already have, yeah?” he said with his usually crooked smile, leaning against the counter of the small kitchen and looking at the blonde with raised brows. “What do you want?”

I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you|Jolene & Blue

Jolene knew hiding a fugitive wasn’t exactly the smartest idea, but she knew he did what he had to do, and she couldn’t let him go through the cruelty of prison. Her dad always taught her to care for the widow and the orphan, he spent the first twelve years of her life preaching that message from a pulpit, the next six years preaching it through the way he lived. Even if that meant forgiving her mother who had left the family chasing the life of sex, drugs, and liquor; until the past few years when she magically sober up enough to marry a well off man who helps her raise Jolene’s two younger brothers Brett who just turned fourteen, and Lucas who was twelve. It killed her that the courts saw her mother as a better fit to raise them then her, she was struggling with the grace that her father always hoped she would have.. And not just because he had given her the name Grace as her middle name. 

That grace was wearing thin with Blue. Maybe it was because she was tired, maybe it was because she hated both of her jobs. Her first job started at 8:30 am, which involved dealing with toddlers and her unorganized boss until two, she loved kids but the daycare she worked at was shit. Her second job started at three, her gross boss had no problem hitting on all of the waitresses, which meant until her shift ended at seven she had to bite her tongue.. Which since living with Blue that had become harder and harder. 

“Lord, please help me make it through the rest of the night,” she prayed, as she unlocked the front door of the three bedroom house she had grown up in. Her black flats quickly got pushed off by the door, and her rain coat go placed in the coat closet. “Blue?” she called out softly as she fixed the crappy ponytail she had put her blonde hair in after changing following her shift. “Do you want to order food?” she questioned as she walked through the house praying he wasn’t expecting her to cook. “Or did you already eat?”

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His heart was beating wildly in his chest, like a trapped bird in a cage, sitting on his bed and staring at his phone; re-reading the text he had received from Callie. Jamie couldn’t decide if he should stay in is room, where his family could hear their talk; knowing how they were, listening in on their conversations occasionally or if he should just sneak out onto the back patio that was underneath his window ledge. For five minutes, that seemed like years in his mind, he debated with himself before he quietly and carefully slipped out his room and down the stairs, through the backdoor. 

He sat on the wooden patio floor, wringing his hands together nervously. All he could think of what all the wrong that he had done; knowing just how bad he had hurt Callie, and how much he had ruined with his pathetic mistake of taking that stupid bet. He had tried his hardest to make up for everything, apologizing as much as he could and as much as he could without pushing his boundaries, and then laying off to give her the space she wanted and needed.  Jamie knew he loved her, he always had; and he knew he fucked up. he knew, that even if she were to forgive him in any shape or form, it wouldn’t be as it was before. 

and in some strange way, he would be okay with that; because he had hope. That no matter what they went through, that eventually, there would come a time where they would come to an understanding and find a form of peace in what had happen. Or at least, he hoped they would. Even if it wasn’t what he was hoping for; because all he wanted, and needed, was for her to be okay and in his life, no matter the form. He took a deep breath, looking up to the star scattered  sky and mumbling a soft ‘please’ to himself before his attention was broke, turning his attention to the fence on the side of the house the sound came from. 

“Callie..” He breathed to himself and standing up, hoping it was her and not just the wind blowing and causing the fence gate to rub together and make the horrible creaking sound. 

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Heaven - pvris

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pvris // heaven

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“Heaven” -PVRIS

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Movies don’t create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!

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me: can i say something mean and petty?

my friends, sitting at the edge of their chairs, alert and ready: absolutely

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call out post for scorpio

stop being obsessive. you guys are the type to stalk and lurk every social media platform because you love knowing everything about everyone. and if you have a crush on someone then yikes because we already know you’re going to read everything they’ve got online until you know their grandmas middle name. and you guys are also so fucking sneaky.. it’s actually crazy. you stir up so much shit and cause drama behind the scenes like no tomorrow but no one ever knows that you started it because you got this image that protects you. also, you guys are pretty much the fucking devil when you’re mad. if someone pisses you off? consider them dead because you’re honestly the type to actually kill a bitch. you guys also love to hide behind this “tough and cool” image when really all you do is cry and watch netflix all day. you’ve got so many sides to you - you’re faker than a gemini but you love pretending you’re “real as hell”… like, sweetie… who do you think are you fooling? because it sure as hell ain’t me.

+ other signs.

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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via wordsnquotes)

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With a  racing heart that felt like it could burst at any second and shaking hands that were covered in blood, Blue knew the adrenaline rushing through his bloodstream was the only thing keeping him from collapsing right then and there in the abandoned parking lot. The rain was pouring down, so loud it almost masked the sound of his heart beating in his ears. He was sure he killed the gut; he was laying there, motionless on the pavement and a puddle of rain was slowly gathering around him. It was self defense, if he didn’t beat the guy to nothing; he would be the one laying there one the pavement, all over something as pathetic as something one of his older brother’s did years ago, that he somehow got stuck with paying the debt they owed. Digging out his phone, he dialed the only number he knew to call; the one person he trusted enough not to go to the cops, even if someone in a shop near by had already called due to the loud shouts from him and the unnamed mam. Whenever Emma answered the phone, he felt like he could be sick by the sweet sound of her voice, knowing what he was about to tell her and introduce her into. “Hey — hey, Emma, it’s Blue —” he said with a short pause, his words all combined together in a rush to get them all out. “please — something has happened, and i can’t tell you what, but i need a place to stay for the night. I swear, I will tell you everything, but right now i can’t. I’m on my way to your place, and please, Emma, open the door.” he really hoped she would help him; she was his first, and last hope. or else, he knew he’d be going away for life. 

I know the Lord my soul won’t take|Thread 1

A soft sigh escaped the blonde’s mouth as she watched the rain pour out the window of the restaurant. “Well, this is a joy.” she muttered under her breath. Rain always seemed to be the signal something in her life was about to change; she was born on a rainy Tuesday afternoon, the night before her mother left it rained so hard the eight year old was almost certain the roof was going to collapse, the last night her dad was alert it rained and he sang every song about rain he knew to her younger siblings, tonight she shouldn’t shake the feeling that the rain was a sign things were about to change.  The vibration from the phone in her pocket took her by surprise as she clocked out for the night. “Hello?” she questioned not even bothering to look to see who was calling. 

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Camila Mendes photographed by Nathan Johnson for New York Moves Magazine 2017.

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Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day.

A.A. Milne,  Winnie-the-Pooh.   (via wordsnquotes)

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