#JUDY ALVAREZ » talking to graves.

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✦ this is our world now and i think we can do better. || finn collins

✦ i will avenge my ghosts with every breath i take. || clare cousland ✦ the juxtaposition of chaos and fury. || margo hawke ✦ with fire in her wings she dares the stars to fade. || sahar alami ✦ am i not allowed to have regrets? || jowan ✦ you can fascinate a mage with mac n cheese. || angus hawke ✦ you can't just hope for the best. you have to try. || nelaros ✦ she's a butterfly with bullet holes. || thea carlisle

✦ defender of the earth. || rose tyler ✦ let's show them our hearts. and then show them theirs. || godric ✦ golden child; lion boy; show me what it's like to conquer. || garrett alden ✦ once upon a time people were talking to graves. || judy alvarez ✦ it's a danger pretty here in night city. || val skinner ✦ wake up samurai! we've got a city to burn. || victoria iordanescu

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𝙽𝙰𝙿𝚂  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴  𝙸𝙽𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙻𝚈  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴  𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙽𝚃   [   ...   ]   𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴  𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃.    night  city  wasn’t  meant  to  be  a  relaxing  city.   nobody  comes  here  for  a  vacation.   they  come  here  for  some  sort  of  hopes  &  dreams,   but  there’s  only  despair   &   nightmares.    either  way,   judy’s  just  being  dramatic;   the  loss  of  evelyn  and  all  the  recent  events  have  been  𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗  𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌   &   𝚝𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚗𝚐  than  living  in  night  city  normally.   naps  with  a  loved  one  are  peaceful.

judy  buries  her  face  in  between  v’s  shoulder   blades.    just  breathes  in.   v’s  familiar  scent.     “    —    hey,   ”     a  raspy  voice  accentuated  with  𝚊  𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜  𝚘𝚗  𝚟’𝚜  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛.     “   you’re  usually  off  doing  merc  things  by  the  time  i  wake  up.   not  busy  today?   ”

a kiss against the shoulder after waking up beside each other  for Judy     »     another  kiss  prompt     ( @yetfierce​ ).

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@ladysmaid​

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@alpharedfield​ :      V knows how Judy can get so absorbed in her BD editing that she forgets to eat sometimes and therefore takes it upon herself to bring food from Tom's Diner over to Lizzie's whenever she could. V goes into the darkened den and stands at the doorway watching Judy work for a minute or two—intrigued by those fluid and practiced hand movements—before stepping closer. Not wanting to startle the techie, she first rubs a hand up and down Judy's arm to rouse her from her state of concentration. "Hey, Jude," she murmurs, smiling when Judy's eyes flutter open. "Got some lunch." She leans down, hands holding onto the arm rests, and tilts her head just enough that she could kiss Judy on the lips despite the hindrance of the BD wreath. She's got that lopsided little smile that's reserved for Judy plastered across her face as she pulls away. "Even got a case of Broseph for us."

               It still slightly startled her  --  there’s nothing like going through and picking apart a romantic BD and then having someone touch you like the BD just jumped fully to life.   Slightly though,  her arm merely only twitched.   V’s voice is too much like music to her ears  ( speaking of romantic,  she’s such a sap )   for the touch to startle her even further.   Judy’s feet are up,  the bottom of her shoes on the edge of the desk.  She’s curled into herself in the most peculiar way.   It somehow doesn’t look comfortable and looks really comfortable all at the same time.    She was about to mutter something about being hungry when V kissed her.   Cue her own lopsided grin.   Eyelashes fluttering again.    Judy’s hands jump upward,  fingers wrapping around the collar of V’s shirt to keep the other woman near  --  right there. 

                “   I thought you were going to be busy all day?   ”  

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anyway,   i  guess  this  is  your  friendly  reminder  that  the  very  first  time  you  meet  judy  if  all  you  do  is  look  at  the  bartender,   you’ll  miss  that  she’s  actually  hovering  right  in  front  of  ev  looking  super  protective. 

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@yetfierce​ :     ❝  i want to deserve you.  i’m trying to deserve you.  ❞  Judy

“   --   v,   ”    a  breathless  whisper,   followed  by  a  momentary  pause.     “   val.   ”      still  a  breathless  whisper,   more  personal  now.   judy  suddenly  gets  up  from  the  couch,  on  her  feet  in  a  second;   always  will  be  for  v.   it’s  just  that  she’s  normally  relaxed   &   let’s  v  wander  into   &   out  of  her  house  without  even  thinking  about  it.

“   you  are  everything  i  have  ever  wanted.   ”     another  whisper,   next  to  v’s  ear.   judy’s  arms  had  wrapped  around  v’s  shoulders   &   neck,   face  burying  in  the  crook  of  v’s  neck.

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@alpharedfield​

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each v is different, but the romantic v’s are always just like  ‘can’t live without you!’  and the friendship v’s are like  ‘i’d hate to lose you...’   and judy’s always just standing there standing at v like the emoji,  watching the chaos unfold behind v and just being like   ‘you’re... worried about...  me?’

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idk if anyone watches tiktok as much as me but there’s a little trend going around that’s just  ‘does your best friend and girlfriend/boyfriend/significant other get along?’   and then it usually cuts to said best friend and s/o acting  REALLY close by doing something silly or actually affectionate. 

so like long story short,   that’s definitely panam and judy. 

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judy is really just viciously domestic and i won’t elaborate. 

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hey,  uh .............

the  umbrella.   it’s  a  cool  umbrella,   don’t  cha  think?

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*     [ @ladysmaid​​​​ ]    —     the fear is unfounded--- shots fired in westbrook, not even near the edge of watson, yet logical thought vanished with every distant pop exploding from firearms and rippling through the air in piercing echoes. mortal fear, and her mind is blank, palms sticky with sweat, stomach suddenly wrenching into knots. she knows only primal instinct at their disruption; she's unsafe, or at least she feels that way, and walking the streets, indra imagines another bullet through her chest. she remembers the burn, the fire alight in her lung, she can almost feel it. a decade and a half has passed, but it's still so near. she's out in the open. she's exposed. she needs to find shelter.

but before her body, frozen stiff, can make moves to rush inside the nearest building, a horrid realization punches her in the gut. judy isn't with her. is she safe ? is she at home ? each far away crack brings forth images indra wishes she could unsee. blood, empty eyes, open skulls, loved ones gone before they'd had a chance to escape. and indra can't shake the thought of judy being one of them. she cannot let that happen. she cannot lose judy as she did her family. she cannot lose the only person left that she loves.

indra doesn't think. she just acts. a car at a stop sign to her left, a vehicle to transport her to judy. from westbrook to kabuki is too far a run for her damaged lungs to withstand, and she cannot afford to waste a second. catapults over the hood of the car and wrenches the driver's side door open. the poor girl looks terrified as she stares up with wide eyes. indra doesn't care. she shoves the young woman over to the passenger side and forces her way in. foot slams the gas, tires screech, the young woman falls back into her new seat, breathing heavily.

the ride is a blur, panicked autopilot in sharp turns and near collisions, the poor girl in the passenger seat tossed around like a sock in the dryer, looking positively green by the time the car jolts to a stop outside of judy's apartment complex. indra would apologize, but there's no time. instead, she throws open the door and barrels out of the vehicle and up the stairs. by the time she reaches judy's door, she's gasping. even just the short sprint has her chest tightening.

as soon as judy opens the door, indra's arms are around her neck. " judy ! judy--- " winded gasps as she shuffles forward, pushing judy farther back into the apartment so the door can close and lock. " thank goodness you're okay ! i heard gunshots, and i--- i was so worried. " gives her a squeeze, reaffirming that judy is there, that she's safe, that she's unharmed and won't disappear.   //     this  was  random,   always  accepting.

The  slow,   gnawing  realization  that  gun  shots  and  gun  fire  are  a  common  place  occurrence.    Sometimes  Judy  is  standing  at  the  window  of her  cozy  apartment,   sitting  quietly  just  on  the  outskirts  of  the  busy  part  of  the  city,   graffiti  like  tainted  art  all  over  it.   Then  somewhere  in  the  near  distance,   gunshots  will  go  off,   sirens  will  blare  --  or  sometimes  sirens  won’t  blare.   She  simply  moves  away  from  the  window,   sits  on  the  couch,   more  mad  she  now  isn’t  smoking  out  the  window  and  instead  smoking  in  her  cozy  little  apartment. 

Time  is  slower,   more  languid  in  Judy’s  section  of  the  world.    There’s  a  gun  she  affectionately  named  Mox  sitting  in  her  closet,   she  has  a  couple  handguns.   She  never   even  uses  Mox,   somehow  she  can’t  even  bare  to  imagine,   let  alone  actually  stomach  shooting  someone  point  blank  with  a  gun  as  powerful  as  that.   She  won’t  recover  from  that  mess.   Her  hear  is  soft,   even  if  it’s  currently  scarred  with  Evelyn’s  death.   The  doorbell  buzzes,   she  takes  just  another  slow  second  to  peer  at  who  it  is  through  the  intercom  screen.    Maybe  it’s  a  good  thing  for  both  of  them  that  Judy’s  always  excited  to  see  Indra.   Always,   she  just  missed  the  look  on  Indra’s  face  through  the  screen.

Judy  opens  the  door  and  is  engulfed  in  an  embrace  so  sudden  and  tight,   she  actually  has  to  take  a  step  back  with  the  force.    You  know,   Judy  forgets  that  Indra  is  a  powerhouse   ...   and  taller  until  something  like  this  happens.    It  was  automatic  though,   Judy’s  arms  wrapping  around  Indra’s  waist  until  she  realized  she  still  had  a  cigarette  in  her  mouth.   She  had  to  release  one  arm  to  reach  up  and  take  the  cigarette  between  her  fingers.   She  doesn’t  really  say  a  word,   just  moves  with  Indra,   grabs  an  ashtray  from  an  end  table  and  is  shuffled  into  a  corner  without  a  single  damn  complaint.

“   I’m  fine,   I  promise.    Perfectly  unharmed.   ”     Judy  whispers,   finally  putting  the  rest  of  her  cigarette  out  in  the  ashtray  before  pushing  it  against  the  wall.    There’s  a  comfy  little  beanbag  she  just  bought  in  the  corner  of  her  apartment,   she  lays  against  it,   before  reaching  up  to  slide  her  hands  along  Indra’s  jawline,   pulling  the  woman’s  head  down  onto  her  collarbone.   A  close  location  to  her  beating  heart.       

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yeah hello????    this  is  beautiful.   i’ve  never  actually  like,  stopped  to  let  judy  hum  more  than  a  second. 

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judy  and  jackie  would  have  been  best  friends  if  given  the  chance  tbh. 

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@yetfierce​​​ :      wanted to hug judy for this meme .

you  know   ...   judy  can  tell  what  v  wants,  in  particular  to  herself,   from  a  mile  away.   which  is  why  judy,  leaning  against  the  windowsill,   just  shifted  enough  so  that  v  can  curl  into  the  space  between  judy  and  said  windowsill.   none  of  which  takes  away  from  the  fact  that  judy  absolutely  loves  moments  like  these.    she  hasn’t  even  lit  a  cigarette  yet,   her  arms  just  wrap  around  v,   palms  finding  the  middle  of  v’s  back  to  rest.    not  to  be  cheesy,  but  home  isn’t  a  place,   it’s  whatever  this  feeling  is.

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judy  and  caitlyn  are  both  actually  the  type  to  answer  ‘uses  female  partner  as  contraception’   when  the  doctor  asks  about  birth  control.