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[genuinerio]

NOTE: I forgot to post a previous letter to River for his 53rd birthday so I mention it in this post.

rest in peace and happy belated birthday, river. officially, thirty years on,

i want to say first and foremost happy belated birthday and rest in peace. i cannot believe that it’s officially thirty years since you’ve been gone. it hurts to think and realize that you’ll forever be dead longer than you’ve ever been alive. you truly deserved so much better and a definite better fate than you received.

it’ll forever break my heart that in just a couple years, I’ll be the same age that you died at and a year after that, i’ll be older than my favorite actor who would only be thirty-two years older than me. it hurts and causes such a whiplash to think about how fast time passes by and how older we get especially when we don’t even think about it.

this is something that i often can’t take my mind off of, particularly at times when it’s the birthdays of your close in age peers. for example, your costar, ethan hawke who will be turning fifty-three next week and close friend, companion and costar, martha plimpton who will also be turning fifty-three as well in the upcoming weeks. it’s sad to remember that you had just been three months older than them but instead, they’re now thirty years older.

i hope you know that despite how long it’s been, your movies and all your other acting projects will always be watched and adored. i will always enjoy watching such heartfelt breakout performances with chris chambers, danny pope and mikey waters or laughing so hard with devo nod along with another incredible performance from eddie birdlace.

in addition to this, both chris chambers and mikey waters are two characters that i related to a lot. with chris, i related to him because i understood what it was like to want to completely start over after people believing such false beliefs about themselves. in mikey’s case, in having such deep feelings for someone, in particular a friend and not being sure where it could go but that’s just my interpretation on that.

another thing, I wanted to mention is thank you for the tremendous influence you’ve been to me for these past ten years. you’ve introduced me to a variety of new things throughout this particular decade that i’ve been a fan of yours, i feel as if i learned about myself more through some things.

throughout these ten years, i’ve been both a vegetarian and vegan for both a few years. these are two things that i’m very passionate about, it’s upsetting to me to hear of animals being hurt and killed for our own food. i am the only one in my family who no longer eats meat, chicken or any type of poultry which is certainly difficult but i still try my best to manage.

in fact, i could see myself and most likely will for the rest of my life remain either vegetarian or vegan but not sure which i would remain of the two. i could see myself raising my children if i was to have any as either or. if i was to have children, specifically a son, i’d name him river jude in tribute.

i consistently have these thoughts in my head, always thinking of paying tribute whether with naming a future child after you or getting a tribute tattoo which i will mostly definitely be doing in two years when i turn twenty-three.

in conclusion of everything i mentioned, i want you to know that river, you will never be forgotten and along with your friends and family, we as your fans will always remember you. on august twenty-third and halloween, i’ll forever be thinking of and paying tribute to you in one way or another, with listening to some of your songs and posting tributes while wearing a river phoenix tee or doing the latter while watching some of my favorite movies of yours. you’ll never be forgotten, river jude phoenix and you’ll forever remain special.

[ballerinarina]

Happy birthday to my greatest love, Rio

I just wish so much, every day, that you are in the most beautiful place where they take good care of you. You were an ordinary boy with an extraordinary cherubic glow in your soul: it was a blessing to have your spirit with us here. Have a good day, my dear, it's yours. Many hearts are celebrating with you, River. Always will. ♡

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight - Preview Translation

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything. 

Translations notes/clarifications are notated at the bottom of the post with ***

Preview page: The contractual relationship between the intelligent yakuza and the happiness-obsessed junkie.

We met four years ago, I believe.

The night I drifted into the town of London, I passed by a bridge looking for a place to stay and saw a man looking up at the moon.

I looked at his empty-looking profile and thought he was going to fall straight into the river when he finished his cigarette.

So I ended up asking the question.

Ellis: Are you happy?

Jude: Ha? What if I were happy?

Ellis: I'll make the happiest moment of you're life....last forever.

Jude: Ha. What is that? Are you crazy?

Jude: The happiest I've ever been in my life. Maybe-

This was before the little robin wandered into the dark night -

This episode is about Ellis & Jude.....and their encounter with the “Crown”.

Harrison: Hey, can we really trust those guys?

William: Why not check it out? You can stay overnight.

Harrison's minor concerns lead to the mobilization of the entire Crown to “observe the way of life of Ellis and Jude”!?***

Alfons: I have to tell you a horrifying fact.

Elbert: What is that?

Alfons: Surprisingly, those two have been working.....the entire time!!

Liam: What?! How diligent!

The way of life of the two is revealed - ***

Roger: So, what is it you want to ask me?

Harrison: Can you tell me anything you know about Jude or Ellis before you came here?

The past of two people.

Liam: Why don't you two try it out?

The sincerity of two people are tested.

Jude: Ellis, that thing, you've noticed it.

Ellis: Yeah.....What are we going to do? Catch it right away?

Jude: No.

Jude: If we're going to take care of it....let's put it all together.

Can the two of them form a dependable relationship with the Crown?

And what is the moment that Ellis and Jude met.......

The early bonus depicts Ellis' and Jude's first mission for the Crown!

Ellis: The moon is beautiful tonight, too.

Jude: Yea, I feel like sh*t.

In addition, you can read an original his POV story between you and him in his ranking benefits!

“What kind of person is Ellis from Jude's point of view?”

Jude was asked such a question by you.

Jude: So, why'd the princess ask me that?

Kate: What?

Jude: Even though I've let you talk all this time, I can't take it easy on ya, right?

“What kind of person is Jude in your opinion, Ellis?”

Ellis was asked such a question by you.

Ellis: Today, all I hear is about Jude.

Kate: What?

Ellis: Why?

Ellis and Jude, Crown, and you.

Would you like to take a peek into the fate of each of us, entwined like thorny vines in the dark of night?

***This character 生態 is literally translated as: Ecology and/or mode of life. I was going to use the term ‘movements’ instead, but that didn’t fit the context of its second mention. So, I went with the phrase: way of life.

[nellarw95]

Happy Heavenly Birthday River 🎂💔

River Jude Bottom Phoenix 🤍

August 23,1970 - October 31,1993🙏🏻

We Miss You So Much 🕊️♾️

Buon Compleanno in Paradiso 🎂💔

23 Agosto 1970 - 31 Ottobre 1993🙏🏻

Ci Manchi Moltissimo 🕊️♾️

[arriansarchive]

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Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Ari/Dante

Darius the Great Deserves Better

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The 13th Reality

Atticus "Tick" Higginbottom

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Paul (insert last name here since I forgot)

Tick/Sofia

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Chapter Twenty (Part 2)

We bike down to the beach together at the warmest part of the day, and because there are only three bicycles, one for Claire and each of her parents, Jude and I decide to share. We take a wobbly ride down the road, all cracked tarmac and chunks of loose rock as I balance on the handlebars. I feel free with the wind in my hair, and I’m reminded of the night that he took me to the abandoned church years ago, a bike ride I was almost sure for several moments that I wouldn’t survive. Jude isn’t like that anymore. He’s careful with me as though I’m something precious he’s afraid to break, and the only time he takes his hands off the handlebars is to join me as I stick both my fingers up at a car full of men who wolf whistle at Claire. We shout obscenities at them in every language we know, but I don’t think that anybody knows anything sufficiently offensive in Greek.

When the sea opens up ahead of us along the coastal road I think I might start to cry. It’s like I’m in a film. Irish waters are a different blue to this. They’re greener, murkier and foamier, beautiful in their own wild and dramatic way, but this slice of the Mediterranean is so clear that I can see the pale sand at the very bottom and a shoal of fish that swims around a small sea stack like the fluid stroke of a brush. 

“Woah, don’t lean like that,” Jude warns me. “I’ll lose control and hurl us over the cliffs.” I stare ahead instead to where Claire and Shane swerve down the slope of the road and into the heart of Pissouri village, with its white brick walls and red slate roofs, where the beach opens up ahead of us like the doors of a cathedral. It’s so achingly beautiful that I could fall to my knees and pray to it. 

Before I even unroll my towel I am stripping myself down to my swimming togs and running towards the sea like it’s calling me home. “Bit eager,” I hear Shane comment as I go, but I don’t care. I am straight in, head under the turquoise water, my fingers digging into the snow white sand on the seafloor and I watch the interesting shapes and colours of the diffused light until the salt stings my eyes too much and I need to come up for air. 

“Jesus,” Claire is saying to me, up to her thighs and no further. “You really went for it, girl. It’s a bit cold.”

“It’s lovely,” I whip wet hair away from my face and spit salt water down my chin. I feel like my enthusiasm is a bit ferocious, considering none of the locals on the beach are swimming, but I don’t really care. I wade in until the sea laps around my chin and I have to stand all the way up on the tips of my toes to touch the bottom while Jude pulls his t-shirt off and dashes to join me. At the same moment, Shane tosses a ball at him far too hard and it flies over his head and lands somewhere close to me. “I have it,” I call out, and toss to Jude, who again, misses it, falling sideways into the water with a dramatic slap in his attempt to snatch it from the air. He surfaces glossy and sleek like a dolphin with the ball in his hand, and he tosses it to Claire who shrieks when it skims the surface and sprays cold water up her torso. 

“Let me get all the way in before getting me all wet! I’m not ready.” And then Shane comes out of nowhere with an arm hooked on her waist and dunks her in like he’s baptising her in the river Jordan. I laugh until my stomach hurts, and while she’s spluttering with outrage and Shane is experiencing instant regret and profusely apologising, I think seriously about saying something soft and emotional about how happy all three of them make me and how glad I am to be here with them. I don’t have a chance to because the ball comes for me next and I have to abandon my sentimental side to catch it. 

An hour later, Jude and I dry off in the sun while Shane and Claire head off on an excursion to locate some bottled water. I watch them going for ages, hand in hand, laughing and bumping off one another like they’ve just started going out, not like a couple that’s approaching their fourth year together. 

“They’re so happy together lately.” I say, flipping over on my towel to get some midday heat on the backs of my legs. 

“No need to sound so accusatory.” Jude chuckles. 

“I’m not, it’s just an observation. They’ve been so loved up the last few weeks, it’s just a pretty stark contrast after the months on end they spent arguing in the kitchen.”

“I guess they’ve just worked it out. I’m happy for them.”

“Yeah but I’m just curious about what’s changed all of a sudden. I wish they’d just tell us.”

“Well, they will in their own time, I’m sure.” He says, and picks up the can of suncream. “Do you want me to get your back? It’s been like two hours since you last put it on.”

“God, you’re so attentive.” I say. 

“Again with the accusations,” He quips, and sprays it onto the small of my back. My eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his hand on my skin. “He’s always been obsessed with her anyway,” He continues. “I’m not that surprised that he’s compromised for her, I really think he’d do anything if it meant keeping her forever.”

“You think that’s what’s happened? He’s compromised?”

“He’s finishing his degree, right? Isn’t that a compromise?”

“What if she’s compromised?”

He moves to the skin between my shoulder blades, “What would that involve?”

“Dunno,” I tug my lip thoughtfully between my teeth, “Shane just seems too happy about finishing up that course, it made him so unhappy, and he’s just so stubborn,” I peer at Jude, “Do you think you’d give up on your dreams for a girl?”

“Hm,” A line comes between his eyebrows. “Depends on what dreams and what girl.”

“What’s your dream right now?” He sprays sun cream onto my upper thighs and I move quickly to rub it in before he can. 

“Work-wise?”

“Yeah.”

“You know,” He sighs and leans back into his towel with a distant look out over the sea, “I’ve been thinking more and more about getting into film after college.”

“Film?” I echo, surprised. 

“Mm, like, my degree could open up some possibilities in things like props and practical effects, and honestly I really really like the sound of that. It seems like something with real purpose. I’d love all of that stuff, I’ve just been researching so much about it and watching all of these videos about the process,” He looks at me and his eyes are dancing, “You know, like the way that they make all of those specialty objects for Wes Anderson movies, I like to imagine myself doing that, I’d be so good at it. I’m so detail oriented, it just seems perfect.”

I kind of feel bad asking him my next question because he seems so thrilled by the idea of his future, but the whole point of this conversation is the ultimatum, “Would you give that up for a woman?”

“It depends if she would ask.”

“Hypothetically, she would.”

“Is this woman you?”

I pause. “I don’t think I’d ask that of you.”

“Hypothetically.”

“Yeah, okay, this woman is me then. And I’m asking you to give up your Hollywood practical effects dream and come and live with me in Tullamore and get a job in the local insurance firm.”

‘Then yeah, I would.”

“Really?”

“I wouldn’t be thrilled about it, but yeah, I mean, if that’s what you really wanted from me then I’d probably do it.”

“Wow.”

“Am I being too intense?”

“A bit.”

He shrugs. “Maybe I wouldn’t then. It’s an extreme scenario anyway, I really don’t think you’re going to move back to Tullamore and expect me to become an insurance broker.”

“No,” I agree, “I’m definitely not going to do that. There’s no art scene there anyway, unless I ran some sad art gallery in the town that sells boring paintings of sunflowers in big white jugs and cards made by kids in the local primary schools.”

“So realistically, where are you going? What’s the compromise?’

“London,” I say, and the word slips from my lips too easily, a dead giveaway to the fact that I’ve thought about this before. Extensively. “I don’t know. I’ve always wanted to live there, it sounds so exciting.”

“I bet there’s a great art scene.”

“Exactly,” I turn over to face him, and my hand reaches out to clutch on and help him to understand how much I want this. Hypothetically. “I just want somewhere bigger, and better, where you’ll never see the same person twice, not on the street or the bus or the tube, it’s just so fluid and dynamic. I’m obsessed with the idea of being unknown, and yet having this incredible space to create, surrounded by other amazing artists, and there’d be so much to do, I’d never ever be bored. I could go to exhibitions and plays and gigs every night of the week. I would be fabulous… But that’s not the point,” I add self-consciously, “If I wanted to move to London, would you give up your dream to come with me?”

“Still yes, but I wouldn’t have to give up my dream to go to London. I could do the film stuff there.”

Wild, unfettered excitement swells inside me and bursts into a million tiny stars in my chest. “You could,” I realise. “We could both be happy there.”

“Uh huh.”

“Am I being too intense now?”

“I like intense,” He splits into a grin and we squeeze each other’s hands, and I realise that all of the things that frightened me about him are slowly dissolving, bit by bit. The fear that he will hurt me, disappoint me, leave me behind, if there is any truth of promise now to the expression on his face, I’m suddenly certain that he won’t do any of those things. “For the record, if it was Tullamore I’d be happy too.”

I roll my eyes, “My God, you wouldn’t, why say these things. Nobody is happy there. I can’t even imagine it, you’d be a complete anomaly.”

“I might visit one day and love it, you never know.”

I have an invasive thought of him standing in the low-ceilinged living room of my parents house and shaking hands with my father. I shudder. As though reading my thoughts, Jude says, “Have you told your parents about me?”

“What? No, of course not,” I say, flipping back onto my front. “I don’t tell them things about my personal life.”

“Why not?”

“Because they’d start trying to find out things about you, and it’s none of their business. I just like to keep things separate, and like, something about having a romantic relationship seems deeply embarrassing. I don’t want them to know that I kiss.”

He laughs, “You’re so interesting.”

“Do your parents know about me?” 

“Of course, you’ve been in their house about twenty times in the last month.”

“Yes but never while they’ve been home.”

“My sister has a big mouth, she tells my mother that I’ve had a girl in my room every evening between six and eight PM.”

My face burns, “Oh God, I bet Colette thinks I’m some sort of hussy.”

“She doesn’t, I’ve told her that I’ve met someone really special and that she means a lot to me, and she’s confused, because I’ve told her that you’re not actually my girlfriend, we just hang out, but like, in a non-platonic way.”

“Hm. Yes.” I mutter. 

“And I’m like, yeah, fair, that part confuses me too, but it’s alright because I get to make out with her on my bed for like two hours and sometimes she lets me put my hands up her top.”

I am horrified, “You don’t.”

“No, of course I don’t,” He snorts. “What kind of fucked up thing would that be to say to my mother?”

In the distance, I spot Shane and Claire coming back from the store. Shane has a big two litre bottle of water tucked underneath his arm, but they’ve taken a pit stop to furiously kiss underneath a sun umbrella. I look at the sea cliffs instead, lit up the colour of honey and dotted with patches of dried brush. “Do you think I’m stupid for not being your girlfriend?”

“No, I don’t.”

“At times I think I am.”

“What difference does it make, Evie, it’s just a title.”

“Mm.”

“I think you’re a little afraid of doing things that go against your own personal script, though. I think you don’t like the idea of being a girlfriend, because you’ve never had to do it before, but it’s fine. What we’re doing feels like the same thing, you can call it what you want to call it.” A wounded look comes over his face. “Unless you’re actually not, like, committed to this and you’re currently seeing other people at the same time.”

“What? No, I’m not, when would I even have time? Are you?”

“Obviously no. It wouldn’t exactly be fair, and it would negate the whole STI test, wouldn’t it? If I was just hooking up with other women.”

“You got a test done?”

“Yeah and, oh, I forgot to tell you, I have everything.”

“Everything?”

“All of the STIs. I have the full deck.”

“Oh, crazy, me too,” We join hands. “We’re so riddled.”

“It’s worth pointing out that I’m actually clean,” He says with some worry, as though I might in some universe actually believe that he has all of the STIs. “Do with that what you will.”

“Oh, yeah. Cool. Nice,” I say, and turn my face the other way to hide this new blush that’s crept up. 

“Yeah,” He says, “Nice.” 

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[richwall101]

River Phoenix on Film Set

River Jude Phoenix (ne Bottom; August 23, 1970 – October 31, 1993) was an American actor and musician. Phoenix was known as a teen actor before taking on leading roles in critically acclaimed films. He received numerous accolades including Volpi Cup and the Independent Spirit Award as well as nominations for an Academy Award, and Golden Globe Award. 

Phoenix grew up in an itinerant family, as the older brother of Rain Phoenix, Joaquin Phoenix, Liberty Phoenix, and Summer Phoenix. He began his acting career at age 10 in television commercials.[2] His early film roles include Explorers (1985), Stand by Me (1986), and The Mosquito Coast (1986). Phoenix made a transition into more adult-oriented roles earning an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor nomination for his role in the Sidney Lumet drama Running on Empty (1988). He earned the Volpi Cup for Best Actor and the Independent Spirit Award for Best Male Lead for his performance as Michael Waters, a gay hustler in search of his estranged mother in the Gus Van Sant drama My Own Private Idaho(1991). 

Phoenix died at age 23 from combined drug intoxication in West Hollywood in the early hours of Halloween, 1993, having overdosed on cocaine and heroin (a mixture commonly known as speedball) at The Viper Room.

[devil-doll13]

Summer headcanons in honour of me buying sunscreen for my poor dad who is already sunburnt (Irish white man genes </3)

Abigail skulks around at night and in dark places, she avoids the sunlight like she’s Nosferatu and her body will burn into ash if it hits her skin. Hates the sweating, hates the memories of fever and priests. Actually wears white so she can avoid fucking boiling in her usual all black. She gets sleepy and irritable because the heat makes her tired. Autumn can’t come any sooner.

Max gets a really patchy tan from all the clothes he wears at his job. Never wears shorts so he looks like a milk bottle, all white on the bottom. Tries to get a BBQ going with his neighbours (or the ones closest to him anyway) and chugs beer and coke like his life depends on it bc he read it was bad to get dehydrated once. Has to go cool off in a nearby lake, then shakes off like a dog.

Zach hangs his usual trenchcoat over his car seat and just starts wearing tank tops instead. His complexion gets this shiny glow to it like he’s revitalised by the sun. Has those tinted aviator sunglasses to help him see through the brightness. Drinks a lot more bc he gets thirsty, mostly Diet Pepsi when he’s driving and can’t drink. Hates the Summer bugs the most.

Jude’s freckles explode. Goes red in the face, but a healthy red, like an apple. Loves the late evenings when the sun is still up and shining and how the lakes and rivers they pass shimmer. Wishes things could’ve been different and that her parents could still be here to see it too, that kind of thing. The only thing that annoys her in Summer is feeling the pressure to shave her legs bc she’s wearing her shorts now.

Ciarán appears less often because the nights are shorter and the days are longer, but he seems happy. Lingers around meadows and rivers, letting Gormlaith graze and lap at the water. Fascinated by how different mortal fashion is through the decades. He remembers a time when the swimsuit wasn’t allowed at all.

Adam’s skin is brown and cracked from hours baking under the sun. The flowers seem extra eager to be around him, bouncing up and down happily. Big fat bumblebees come to drink their fill and buzz around him as he plays guitar. When night comes he dances around the bonfire with his brothers and sisters of the Green.

[slowroadtosantiago]

Day 6 Uterga to Cirauqui via Eunata

Just over 11 miles walked today.

It was a mixed night’s sleep last night. Jane let me have the bottom bunk again as I go to the loo more often in the night, but the bunk bed was rickety to say the least and if either of us rolled over it rocked!

You wake quite early, usually between 6 and half past, and everyone gets ready. Breakfast was at 7 - toast and coffee, and I was happy that they had decaf.

We set off about 8. It was a bit chilly first thing but there was no rain forecast. Within 10 minutes we came across a delightful bird singing to us who then followed us.

In the first town we took a detour off the main path to an iconic church called Santa Maria de Eunate. On the way we passed fields covered in rows of black plastic which we eventually worked out were for growing asparagus. We weren’t quite sure when the church would open so after taking pics took a roundabout route back to the main path in Óbanos.

Of course it was time for coffee and a second breakfast of a croissant. The cafe was full of locals meeting up to chat on a Sunday morning, and we really liked the village.

From there we travelled to Puente la Reina along delightful paths lined with Spring flowers and poppies.

As we walk along our minds drift to so many random things and we end up comparing notes. Usually it’s nothing deep and meaningful but a song going around your head, or how your digestive system is adjusting to the new regime, or whether you should stop and change shoes, or wondering how to deal with the chafing! (Probably shared too much there!)

Puente de Reina was a lovely old place, narrow streets and great huge wooden doors with amazing door knockers. The Puente was another old medieval bridge which we found out later we should have walked over in bare feet for good luck.

The next stretch started delightfully following a river. The birds were in full throttle and we stopped to listen several times. We then had a bit of a nasty pull uphill through a pine forest to Maneru.

Here we stopped for lunch, finding a local bar full of local people. We have started a liking for the Spanish lemonade which went down a treat, along with a huge wedge of tortilla slathered in aioli and chopped up cured meats. It was delicious but the garlic repeated itself for a few hours!

I had been hankering for an ice cream which the bar sold, so we had one each sat in a lovely square.

You overlap with other pilgrims, and as we were eating we were joined by Winona from South Africa who was in last night’s hostel. She was going on further than us but was struggling. We wished her well and carried on the last short stretch to where we are now, a beautiful village on top of a hill.

At the moment there are only 3 of us in a large 12 bed room so hopefully we’ll have a good night’s sleep. The only downer is the church opposite where the bell sounds every half hour.

Also staying are two others - Zoe and Jude - who we were with last night, as well as Simon from the UK, Greg from the US and ‘Godhand’ from Iceland, so it should be an interesting dinner tonight!

[genuinerio]

“Nothing hurts more than to be friends with someone, knowing you are both in love with each other, and yet not being able to be together.”

“Ever love someone so much, you’ll settle for being friends just to have them in your life?”

[pancakehouse]

respond whenever you can!!! i’m chillin plus i’m at work majority of the day anyways :( diff topic now i am going to be a witch!!!! i still have to find bottoms and a hat but the top is a lacy bit flowy long sleeve shirt!!! i love dressing up in costumes it’s so much fun! last year i was a hippie one night and a cowgirl the other!!!

but i’ve been reading so many diff fics i can’t even keep up w them bc majority of them are wips!!! but the main (and long) ones i’m reading rn are disintegration by moonymoment, crimson rivers by zeppazariel, and kill your darling by messermoon all on ao3!!! that last one is a hockey au and it just hits that sweet spot :)) and ofc ofas <3 also!!! i am always open to fic recs i will never ever turn them down heh

and he’s our remus lupin david thewlis!! i love that man w my whole heart he’s just so <3<3<3 even in his old age he looks good!!! the sandman is on my watchlist tho! ever since i found out he’s in it i’ve wanted to watch it!!! but from what i have watched of criminal minds it’s. so. good. i’ve only watched a handful of shows bc my bestie or my sister was watching it!! still so v good tho!!

i will most likely stay on anon bc i like the mysterious-ness of it all lmao it’s fun and hip!! but i am grateful that you’re so nice and friendly!! maybe one day i will come off nonnie!!! not today tho >:)

-tennis anon

A WITCH!! that is so spooky babe so edgy, a classic for a reason i LOVE a lacy flowy top!! also cowgirl oh em gee i need to know everything! you know i do think cowgirl is peak, my cousin's getting married next year and we're buying all sorts of shit for her bachelorette weekend n a pink sparkly cowgirl fit is number ONE on my agenda (think harry styles at coachella) bc it's really just such a slay!!!!

okay love moonymoment jude, can't go wrong with jude's writing they're a genius and a visionary! i have been super super tempted to start crim rivers bc im a slut for hunger games content so maybe i'll wait til it's done and binge it all in one go! (i did read the bonus alt ending MCD chapter and..like. sobbed. fetal positon, rocking back and forth, will never function the same way again. sobbed. it was painful.) (kinda fun to do with zero context too. gorgeous writing, but 0/10, will never be reading it ever again. i choose joy from now on!!! but now im dying to read the whole thing)

david thewlis is the best!!!! i need to watch some of his older stuff, i think he's got such a classic post-first war remus feel yknow, like that man has seen things he's been through it he's operating with some sexy damaged psyche energy. major hot girl trauma vibes !!!

you are the FUNNIEST and HIPPEST anon that has ever anon'd babe!!!! sooo mysterious so witchy so spooky so on theme for this month!!!! sending you so much love and good vibes my fave enigmatic stranger bestie!!!! mwah mwah xoxoxo

(p.s. since it seems like you're a jegulus stan might i recommend my bestie em's amazing fic. it's jegulus (/wolfstar) - fake dating, fake sex, copious pining, n the funniest thing your eyeballs will ever be blessed with <3)

[judesmoonbeauty]

WC: 1,472┃Pairing: Jude Jazza x You┃Pronouns: You┃SWF (Mostly) Tags: Linked Fingers ┃Fluff ┃Gelato ┃Finger Licking ┃Kissing ┃ Established Relationship┃Mild Angst Dividers: @/natimiles

Standing together with Jude on a bridge overlooking a river, you both take a break from the long day of business meetings and collections work he had scheduled. Ellis was on an assignment with the other Crown members, so you offered to assist Jude with his work, and since he was more busy than usual lately, your heart swelled with joy and contentment. Even so, the sting of the late afternoon sun beat down on your head interrupting your rosy though. When you see a gelato shop at the corner of a plaza near the end of the bridge your eyes widened at it, but you choose to stay silent since you don't want to be a bother to Jude.

Noticing your silent reaction, Jude rolls his eyes with a small sigh and tells you, “Wait, right here and don't talk to anyone.”

He throws his coat over your head, and you assume it's to hide your face from any of his potential enemies while he's gone. Realizing that he picked up on your desires and didn't want any harm to befall you while he was away, you bite your bottom lip with a smile because you know just how much Jude loves you. Prickly and cruel, he often struggles to admit and voice his feelings towards you, but it something he is slowly trying to change. Still, a part of you likes this kind of Jude, the one whose affection, kindness and compassion is exhibited through his actions. Enveloped in his smoky sandalwood scent you ponder over how much you love him for who he is, and you cherish these scarce moments.

“Here,” he shoves the gelato up to your face and removes his jacket from around you, interrupting your thoughts.

“Gotcha peach this time 'round since ya kept wantin' a bite of mine last time.”

You take the cone of gelato and it's sweet citrus scent tickles your nose when you bring it to your lips for a bite. It was just the ticket. The heavenly taste cascades and melts across your tongue, instantly relieving th fatigue from the heat of the day.

“Mmmm.... thanks Jude. What kind of flavor did you get this time?”

Looking over at Jude you see him lapping up the pinkish gelato that was rapidly melting due to the heat. Immediately, you wondered what Jude's tongue tasted like with gelato covered on it, and your breath hitched at the thought. Still slurping on his dessert Jude's gaze catches yours, and you immediately avert your eyes clearing your throat.

“Ha, it's raspberry you naughty princess,” he licks his thin lips of the sticky residue, leans toward you and asks tauntingly, “Wanna taste?”

“No, thank you. I have my own to eat,” you say coyly turning your attention back to your own treat.

“Fine job you're doin' with that. Look at ya. It's meltin' everywhere because ya can't keep your indecent thoughts in check, can ya?”

A welcome breeze blew past you both as you stare your lover in his beautiful gem-like eyes that hold a smoldering heat in them. You swallow before you attempt to confess that he was right, but before you could open your mouth, his tongue was already licking up the melted gelato in your hand, and more shocking than anything was that his warm tongue slid it's way down to lick your fingers. Tingles stimulated your core and you draw in a small, sharp breath. His lips curl into a sadistic smile.

“Ha, I knew it. C'mere princess.”

He entwines his fingers with your free hand twirling you into him, your back up against the wall of the bridge with the river behind you. The sudden movement made you drop your gelato, but before you could even feel a moment of disappointment, Jude offers his to you in a whisper, “Lick it.” His body was almost completely pressed into yours, the fingers of his left hand locked with your right, his knee was pinned between your legs, and the tips of your noses were just lightly touching each other.

“Ya wanna think naughty things in public, then ya should be prepared to do 'em in public, huh?”

His breath was laced with the sweet fragance of the cold treat and it made you want to catch a taste of his tongue even more. The heat of the day seemed to be making your blood boil with sweet lust, but you know he is just teaching you a lesson by teasing you like this, until you feel his thumb gently caress your hand. A shiver runs down your spine beckoning you to tell him what you really wanted from him.

“I - I was wondering if the gelato would be sweeter if I licked it from your tongue.” Watching your cheeks flush red for admitting such a wanton thought, he smugly smiles at you.

“That so? Then let's put it to the test. Lick it.”

Staring at him you knew he meant what he said, and there was no way to escape in your current position, so you licked the gelato he held up to your mouth, the tartness lingering on your palate. Amethyst eyes traced your every movement as your tongue dug into the the cream, and your lips pressed into it. Jude took his turn, licked up a scoop with his tongue, dropped his cone and shoved it into your mouth with his tongue.

The cold sensation blanketing your mouth is soon makes it's way down your throat, while Jude's aggressive tongue wraps and twists with yours. Gradually, the cold kiss your shared warms up and you both swallow the last remnants of the creamy dessert, completely forgetting that you're in public. He spins you around to face the river and entwines his fingers again on your one hand, picks up the hand you held your gelato with and licks your fingers, one by one, cleaning them as much as he could from the stickiness. Your core heated deeply inside and a small moan escapes your lips, making him scoff.

“How lewd. So, was it any sweeter?” He finally stopped licking your fingers and then bit your ear lobe trying to illicit another reaction from your body, but you were able to suppress it this time.

“More than I thought it'd be. You? Was it sweeter for you too, Jude?”

These moments – ones in which you both didn't have to fight for your lives and could act freely as lovers – they were rare. Guilt often washed over Jude for loving the determined look in your eyes so much that he couldn't give you up, that he would vow his eternity to you and plunge you into a darkness that seemed greater than the moon's shadow. But, there was no helping it, there was no way he could let this beautiful light that wanted to dance around him like a pure fairy of her own volition to escape now. Therefore, these moments were all the more precious, just as precious as your life was to him.

Resting his head on your shoulder as his mind grew plagued by these thoughts, he clenched your linked hands even tighter, not being able to help loving their softness as he stroked them with his thumb. Staring at them your fingers and his he notices the difference in size and appearance. His were etched with small scars from his line of work and his past, but yours were almost ethereal to him. You were unequivocally opposite of him – he was sharp, cruel, aggressive, merciless and filthy – but you were soft, illustrious, kindhearted, understanding, and pure. It was annoying as hell that he out of all people would be worried about such things now, but that just means that he'd -

“Jude? Are you alright?” Not aware that you were interrupting his ruminations you turn your head slightly to make sure he was alright, but your concerns were flushed away when he opened his mouth.

“Yea, yea. Quit yer yappin'.”

He rests his chin on your shoulder looking out to the river, and with his long fingers interlaced with yours, he wraps his arms around you and whispers, “Was sweet. Sickeningly so, Princess.”

A gentle kiss fall onto your temple lulling you to close your eyes and cherish this rare quiet moment. Allowing the love of your sadistic fairy to coat you like the sticky gelato still coating both his and your fingers, you watch the river together under the blazing sun. Unbeknownst to the other, you both silently renew your promise to each other - to be together like this for as long as your eternity can last.

“Dammit, now we need a bath,” he grumbled.

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[to-indeed-be-a-gay]

𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢…

before sunrise/dogfight

[riverphoenixlove333333]

Tᴏ ᴊᴏʟɪᴇ

Lᴜᴠ ʏᴀ

Mᴜᴄʜʟʏ

Oɴᴄᴇ

Iɴ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴄʀᴜsʜ

[yoonsirio]

river phoenix twitter pack 🌺🔐

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[skullsnsunbeams]

I wanted my first tattoo to mean something to me, & since the anniversary of River's death is coming up, I figured why not honor him at the same time? River was an incredible person taken from the world too soon, & his memory will live on forever ❤