A Little Life Convinced Me Not To Kill Myself Ackshually

i think about jude’s biological parents everyday actually. why did they leave him? did they regret it? did they wonder if he’d been successful? (he was) did they wonder if he’d actually even survived?

i have arrived in new york and i found the american ver of a little life… WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME THE SYNOPSISES ARE DIFFERENT?

if….if we’re doing headcanons,,,,,jude + willem domesticity?? 👉👈

Gonna hijack this ask a little bit and give you domesticness from their college days + including JB and Malcolm (partly bc I don’t really have any domestic headcanons from Jude + Willem’s middle age years, partly bc I’m an absolute fiend for the boys and their college days)

- Late night talks as they lay in their bunk beds, hands reaching out for each other in laughter, voices growing quieter when one of them falls asleep

- Jude bringing back leftover cookies and sweets from Batter that Allison gives him

- Leaving each other notes on their desks, reminders and bits of encouragement when they have exams. JB draws crude doodles on the notes.

- Sharing EVERYTHING with each other. They often don’t even have to ask to borrow something

- Being unable to remain in fights/arguments for long, by the end of the night they’re back to talking with each other

- Taking care of their friend when one of them inevitably gets sick from Pho Viet Huong

- Inside jokes! So. Many. Inside jokes. Gets to the point where their other shared friends outside of their little group begin to get annoyed

- Making abhorrent food combinations together because they’re broke. Jude’s always turns out the best, and they marvel at how he can take the most dismal, meagre ingredients and create a delicious meal.

- Evening walks around Boston. Sometimes they’re very talkative, jumping from one topic to another. Sometimes, they just enjoy the quiet and each others company.

- Constant, endless, silly teasing. Ex. Calling Willem their “diversity hire” for being the only one of them who is white.

- On that note, being incredibly defensive of each other when outsiders overstep the boundaries. No one’s allowed to talk shit about them except each other, especially Jude. So much as look at him and his crutches in a vaguely judgemental way, and your life will be ruined by dawn break

- Getting tiny potted plants to keep in their room and taking care of them. They keep little schedules for who waters and when, marvelling at the plants as they grow

- Going to plays and movies and events together, the four of them attached at the hip, moving as a monolith, smothering their laughter behind their hands as people around them glare but not caring because they’re so enamoured in the joy and pleasure of each other

- After wild nights out, taking care of each other when they’re drunk/hangover, whoever’s the most sober dragging the others down the block or onto the subway, cleaning them up and tucking them into bed, in the morning sitting by their bed as they get ill.

- Taking Jude’s crutches (with permission of course) whenever they need an excuse for something. “Oh, I missed the midterm because I got injured, can I retake it?”

- Being each others family for graduation, whooping and whistling loudly in the crowd, taking thousands of silly pictures afterwards

- Talking shit about the professors, the TAs, the staff that they hate. Snickering to each other whenever one of them walk past them in the hallways

- Reading with each other, reading to each other, leaving notes in the back pages of books, swapping novels and magazines

- Late night subway rides, trying to make themselves heard over the clunky clatter of the subway trains, swaying in their spots as they clutch the hanging straps

your ALL fanart is so good i want to just submerge myself in it

Thank you, kind anon! This ask made me happy so I made a bashful young Jude sketch to commemorate.

i just wanna let everybody know that i'm never not thinking about jude st francis. he is my every thought and i love him sm and he means the world to me

Headcannon that Jude (albeit very rarely) still crosses himself, out of a muscle memory habit.

the happy years vs dear comrade

jude’s childhood and trauma was not unrealistic OR outlandish, i suffered it daily and millions of others did too. you are so lucky to be able to think that, and to have never come across some of these people, but monsters like that really do exist

JB talking about Jude

i was looking for a specific part of a little life and i was flipping through my copy and suddenly just read “Limes” and i fucking jumped and had to walk away