The masquerade ball with Gortash we all deserved!!
(they're probably gossiping about the nobles...)
gorgeous Enver Gortash x Durge Juria comm from yec_yourz ♡
The Spanish Royal family have made an appearance in down town Madrid this Saturday too watch the procession of La Soledad y Desamparo.
It seemed the princess of Asturias had a bit of a hard time hearing her father as the drums from the procession were very loud, but she nonetheless aimed a very welcomed smile to her father.
you really can't write another song about your broken heart x
[Machines hum and rattle around Jude in agonizing dissonance, like nails on a chalkboard. He just needed to get out a little, cleaning up his apartment had left a sour taste in his mouth.]
[The little things he finds have memories swarming the forefront of his mind, like spare arcade tokens, stowed away in his desk drawers.]
Stevie: C'mon, one more round? I'll let you win!
[An old pair of drum sticks, worn out after years of use. A little 'S' carved crudely on one of them.]
Jude: You gotta pick up the sticks first.
[Her laughter echoes in the small space. Jude would’ve done anything to make her laugh.]
Stevie: Shut up, you dork! I know that.
[Crumpled concert tickets, the ink of them wearing away over time.]
Stevie: We should've gotten high before we left.
Jude: I'll buy us drinks.
Stevie: It's a fucking Oasis cover band. I'll need something stronger.
[Journal Entry: Jude is attempting to write another song, the lyrics are from the song Look What You’ve Done by Jet. Half of the second verse is scratched out, with the words "FUCK THIS" written next to it. For story purposes, he’s writing these as his own lyrics. ]
Duck hits different when you're no longer thirteen and in the throes of navigating friendships for the very first time and defining yourself by your social ineptitude.