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2 days ago

Send me a ♫ + a character’s name and I will respond with a song that reminds me of them. Send a ♫ + a ship and I will do the...

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

Ask me things!

5 days ago

weird asks that say a lot

Reggie Molina au:

Ray gives Julie a hundred bucks to go get Reggie some new clothes.

Reggie grew up poor so this amount of money being handed to him by a relative stranger makes him panic, but Ray reassures him, "It's been a good month," he says. Julie concurs.

So Reggie gravitates towards Goodwill and second-hand stores and Julie is like "dude, come on, lets get some nice stuff."

Reggie lets her pick out a couple of shirts for him and a red plaid shirt, but eventually they do end up at a thrift store.

Julie is going through rails, looking for jeans, while Reggie is looking at jackets. He pulls out a leather jacket with studs and smiles a little, imaging himself in it.

He's about to put it back when Julie appears.

"Wow, good find. You gonna try it on?"

Reggie is a little bashful. "Oh no, it's..."

Julie emotionally mandhandles him into it. When it's on, Julie appraises him and grins.

"You're getting it."

"Does it look okay?"

"It's really cool."

So Reggie looks in the mirror and he can't help the smile that appears when he sees himself. It's like he's finally seeing himself for the first time.

"Wow," he says.

But when he takes it off, he notices the price tag. "We can't afford it."

Julie screws up her lips as she gets the remaining cash out her pocket. It's about thirty less than they need - including the jeans and other more vital, cheaper things.

Reggie shrugs. He's used to this. "It's okay. Maybe some other day."

But Julie refuses and pulls out her personal credit card. "It's supposed to be for emergencies but... I think this counts."

"I don't think you should do that. It's not that important."

"Reggie, autumn is coming, you'll need a jacket. That sounds like an emergency to me."

And finally Julie convinces him - or at least ignores his protests and buys it for him before he can put it back.

She insists that he wears it once they leave the store and he puts it on and he feels so good. He is truly glowing.

His thanks to her is honest and shy.

"Alright bad man," Julie says with a chuckle, threading her arm through his elbow. "Let's get some coffee."

5 days ago

Reggie Molina au: Ray gives Julie a hundred bucks to go get Reggie some new clothes. Reggie grew up poor so this amount of...

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5 days ago

a Reggie original

Jeremy via his instagram

This video just made made my day 100 times better

6 days ago

Jeremy via his instagram This video just made made my day 100 times better

did i just make a shit ton of playlists for every character i write for? yes i did. do yall want the links?

6 days ago

did i just make a shit ton of playlists for every character i write for? yes i did. do yall want the links?

Alex has been afraid of these feelings for a long time. Luke is worried about him.

Word Count: 2k.

Alex Comes Out.

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1994.

It’d been on his mind for a while now.

It felt like a lie.

Or at least a lie by omission, anyway.

And he was guilty of omission, he knew that. He’d been subjecting his friends to his presence for months now, when they had no idea what was on his mind.

Each time Luke put a hand to his leg or threw an arm around his shoulders, hugging him close to his chest, Alex softened before his anxiety spiked.

Was he allowed to enjoy this? Was he allowed to find comfort in these familiar touches and comfortable contacts?

Did that comfort equate to attraction – or was it love, even? It was love, yes – Alex loved Luke and Reggie more than anything the world could offer him – but was it an ordinary love shared between close friends?

Or was it a repulsive love? One that was peppered with an unwanted lust; one that had Alex on his knees each night, retching on the bathroom tiles.

How many nights had Alex spent working himself up into that state? It usually began the memory of a single moment: Bobby’s soft touch as he painted Alex’s fingernails in the same black polish he wore himself, or Luke’s playful, teasing smile as he plucked the theme tune to The Adam’s Family, or Reggie’s bubbly, effervescent laughter.

And Alex began to wonder if these moments were as tender to his friends as they were to him. And this question lead him to the dizzying fear that marched him into the anxious spiral that he lost himself in most nights:

Am I in love with my best friends?

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6 days ago

The Comfort of a Best Friend.

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Ursprünglich gepostet von carolineeforbes

~ Alex had a great relationship with his parents ever since he was young. Maybe it helped that Alex was reliable and trustworthy - his parents could leave him in charge of the house while they travelled, and nothing bad happened. In their eyes, he was a good kid.

~ As he grew up, he began hanging out with Luke, Reggie and Bobby in an attempt to broaden his life experiences a bit. Their friendship grew much closer than Alex had ever expected, but it didn’t mind at all. He loved hanging out and jamming with them, plus being a part of Sunset Curve had ignited his passion for music and drumming. Sure, he had messed around with his drum kit that his parents had given him as a Christmas present over the years, but being part of an actual band had encouraged him to take it seriously - to dare to dream.

~ It started out small - just a little thought here and there. How nice Luke looked in the moments just after they had finished a set, the bright lights onstage highlighting the sweat that dripped from his tussled hair… The indifference to the pretty female fans that were beginning to swarm around them as Sunset Curve grew more popular… The notion struck him one night that he didn’t really know what he was feeling.

~ So, he did what he always did in the face of uncertainty. He researched. In one of the many nooks and crannies of the local library, he spent a day in which he had told his parents, Luke, Reggie and Bobby that he was studying instead learning all he could about homosexuality. What he did find were countless articles, books and stories about how the very thoughts were swirling around in his head were evil. As the rain slammed against the roof, the words degenerates and weak, morally sick wretches stared back up at him from the paper he held.

~ Alex grew quieter as time passed. Luke, Reggie and Bobby all noticed it, realising that something were going on, even though they couldn’t put their fingers on what exactly it was. They carried on rehearsing and playing gigs nonetheless, hoping that in his own time, Alex would let them in. One afternoon as they were waiting for Alex to arrive for rehearsal, the three of them made a pact to keep an extra eye out for any warning signs from Alex that indicated that he might need help.

~ Alex hadn’t planned on coming out on the night that he came out. It just kind of happened, although looking back, he probably shouldn’t have been too surprised. His anxiety levels had been creeping up within him, like a dam that was about to burst and he increasingly felt like he was drowning. He needed someone to tell him that he wasn’t a freak, that his feelings were valid. His parents would do that - they loved him. Even if no one else could, they would.

~ “Mom? Dad?” He took a deep breath as his parents broke from their small talk across the dining table and faced him. He cleared his throat in a vain attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat before he spoke, his voice a lot quieter than he expected.

~ “I’m gay.”

~ Silence. To Alex it felt like it went on forever. Eventually his mother spoke, her tone light. “That’s not as funny of a joke as you think it is, Alex. Anyway, like I was saying…”

~ So, Alex watched as his parents resumed their conversation as if he hadn’t just tried to pour his heart out to them. He could feel his fingernails digging into the fabric of his clothes as he stood up suddenly, the noise of the chair scraping against the timber floor finally getting their attention.

~ “I’ve tried! I-I’ve tried blocking it out, to push it down and forget about it, but I can’t! The thoughts I have, the emotions I feel in my heart… I’m gay. I’m gay and all I want is for you to love me no matter who or what I am. You’re my family!”

~ Now they would realise that he was telling the truth. Now they would tell him it would all be alright. More silence.

~ “Get out of my house and don’t come back. We didn’t raise you to become corrupted like this.”

~ His father’s words shook Alex to the core. He glanced over at his mother, who had a similar expression of defiance across her features. “Mom…?” His voice cracked a little. Surely she would sto–

~ “I don’t want a faggot for a son. Please leave.”

~ So Alex left. Stuffed some of his essentials into a hold-all and ran out into the night. He slept in a bus shelter for his first night, waiting until Sunset Curve’s rehearsal session the following afternoon to break the news to the boys.

~ It was even harder to get the words out in front of them - would they despise him too like his parents? He had mentally prepared himself to be kicked out of the band - it would be understandable if they couldn’t stomach facing h–

~ He was being hugged. His hair was being ruffled and tears pricked his eyes.

~ “You could be gay, bi… even a giraffe and we wouldn’t mind~!” “Yeah, you do you, man!” “We love you regardless!” “Come bunk with me in the studio - it’ll be great!”

~ As Alex watched from behind his drum kit as Luke, Reggie and Bobby excitably prepared their instruments, he had never felt so loved. This was his real family. The family that loved and respected him for who he truly was.

“That’s not as funny of a joke as you think it is, Alex.”

How about break my heart, huh? ;~;

Sorry~! </3 </3 </3 </3

8 days ago

My Alex Headcanons: Coming Out (Julie and the Phantoms)

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~ Alex had a great relationship with his parents ever since he was young. Maybe it helped that Alex was reliable and trustworthy - his parents could leave him in charge of the house while they travelled, and nothing bad happened. In their eyes, he was a good kid.

~ As he grew up, he began hanging out with Luke, Reggie and Bobby in an attempt to broaden his life experiences a bit. Their friendship grew much closer than Alex had ever expected, but it didn’t mind at all. He loved hanging out and jamming with them, plus being a part of Sunset Curve had ignited his passion for music and drumming. Sure, he had messed around with his drum kit that his parents had given him as a Christmas present over the years, but being part of an actual band had encouraged him to take it seriously - to dare to dream.

~ It started out small - just a little thought here and there. How nice Luke looked in the moments just after they had finished a set, the bright lights onstage highlighting the sweat that dripped from his tussled hair… The indifference to the pretty female fans that were beginning to swarm around them as Sunset Curve grew more popular… The notion struck him one night that he didn’t really know what he was feeling.

~ So, he did what he always did in the face of uncertainty. He researched. In one of the many nooks and crannies of the local library, he spent a day in which he had told his parents, Luke, Reggie and Bobby that he was studying instead learning all he could about homosexuality. What he did find were countless articles, books and stories about how the very thoughts were swirling around in his head were evil. As the rain slammed against the roof, the words degenerates and weak, morally sick wretches stared back up at him from the paper he held.

~ Alex grew quieter as time passed. Luke, Reggie and Bobby all noticed it, realising that something were going on, even though they couldn’t put their fingers on what exactly it was. They carried on rehearsing and playing gigs nonetheless, hoping that in his own time, Alex would let them in. One afternoon as they were waiting for Alex to arrive for rehearsal, the three of them made a pact to keep an extra eye out for any warning signs from Alex that indicated that he might need help.

~ Alex hadn’t planned on coming out on the night that he came out. It just kind of happened, although looking back, he probably shouldn’t have been too surprised. His anxiety levels had been creeping up within him, like a dam that was about to burst and he increasingly felt like he was drowning. He needed someone to tell him that he wasn’t a freak, that his feelings were valid. His parents would do that - they loved him. Even if no one else could, they would.

~ “Mom? Dad?” He took a deep breath as his parents broke from their small talk across the dining table and faced him. He cleared his throat in a vain attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat before he spoke, his voice a lot quieter than he expected.

~ “I’m gay.”

~ Silence. To Alex it felt like it went on forever. Eventually his mother spoke, her tone light. “That’s not as funny of a joke as you think it is, Alex. Anyway, like I was saying…”

~ So, Alex watched as his parents resumed their conversation as if he hadn’t just tried to pour his heart out to them. He could feel his fingernails digging into the fabric of his clothes as he stood up suddenly, the noise of the chair scraping against the timber floor finally getting their attention.

~ “I’ve tried! I-I’ve tried blocking it out, to push it down and forget about it, but I can’t! The thoughts I have, the emotions I feel in my heart… I’m gay. I’m gay and all I want is for you to love me no matter who or what I am. You’re my family!”

~ Now they would realise that he was telling the truth. Now they would tell him it would all be alright. More silence.

~ “Get out of my house and don’t come back. We didn’t raise you to become corrupted like this.”

~ His father’s words shook Alex to the core. He glanced over at his mother, who had a similar expression of defiance across her features. “Mom…?” His voice cracked a little. Surely she would sto–

~ “I don’t want a faggot for a son. Please leave.”

~ So Alex left. Stuffed some of his essentials into a hold-all and ran out into the night. He slept in a bus shelter for his first night, waiting until Sunset Curve’s rehearsal session the following afternoon to break the news to the boys.

~ It was even harder to get the words out in front of them - would they despise him too like his parents? He had mentally prepared himself to be kicked out of the band - it would be understandable if they couldn’t stomach facing h–

~ He was being hugged. His hair was being ruffled and tears pricked his eyes.

~ “You could be gay, bi… even a giraffe and we wouldn’t mind~!” “Yeah, you do you, man!” “We love you regardless!” “Come bunk with me in the studio - it’ll be great!”

~ As Alex watched from behind his drum kit as Luke, Reggie and Bobby excitably prepared their instruments, he had never felt so loved. This was his real family. The family that loved and respected him for who he truly was.

9 days ago

My Alex Headcanons: Coming Out (Julie and the Phantoms)

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Home Is Where My Horse Is (Unofficial Acoustic Version) | Reggie (Sunset Curve) An unofficial accoustic rendition of Home Is...

10 days ago

Home Is Where My Horse Is (Unofficial Acoustic Version) | Reggie (Sunset Curve) An unofficial accoustic rendition of Home Is...

Because @pythagothug misread my 'Reggie Molina' ficlet as Reggie crushing on Ray, I present to you some absolutely despicable crack-fic. Please enjoy and DON'T FOR A SECOND think I'm condoning this.

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Julie strolled into the kitchen with her hands in her pockets, to see her dad and Reggie chatting by the stove top. Each were clutching a cup of coffee.

She smiled. "Dad, you wanted to see me?"

Ray took a mouthful of coffee before he placed his cup down and beckoned her over to join them.

"Come here, hon. Take a seat." Ray pulled out one of the bar stools for her.

"Hey, Reg," she said.

He raised a hand, the ever-present impish grin spread wide across his face. "Julie, hey."

Her dad was glowing and Julie was started to suspect something was going on here.

"Okay, I feel like I missing something here. What were you two just talking about."

Ray and Reggie exchanged a knowing smile. Ray raised a questioning eyebrow and Reggie sloshed his coffee cup in a 'proceed' motion.

Julie looked from her bandmate to her dad.

"Dad," Julie said. "What's going on?"

Her eyes flickered from his face to his waist, where a plaid shirt hung, arms wrapped tied loosely at his front. Eyebrows climbing into her hairline, she noticed Reggie was wearing an oversized grey sweater. One she recognised that belonged to...

"Why are you wearing each others clothes?"

Ray hooked his teeth over his bottom lip. "That's what we wanted to talk to you about." He opened an arm and Reggie wandered over, slotted into his side. "We've been talking it over..."

"And it's a decision that did not occur to us lightly, Julie, I'll tell you that." Reggie nodded and raised his mug to his lips.

"But Reggie and I... we're getting married."

Julie's lips curled. She blinked hard at the two men. Reggie looked up at Ray. He reached up and booped the man on the tip of his nose. Ray chuckled.

Julie opened her mouth to protest, but caught sight of her wrist, which looked... questionably red and puffy. She threw herself back and saw that she had suddenly aqquired a poppy red bridesmaids dress.

"What the...? Dad?"

And the two men - well one man and a over-grown child - were hand in hand, wearing matching dark grey suits. Reggie's shirt was ted, with a checkered tie, while Ray's was a classic white.

"Julie, you ready to play?"

And when she snapped her head towards the voice, there were Luke and Alex, behind their instruments. Luke extended his neck, before nodding to the keys.

"Come on, Jules. We're doing the wedding march..."

Julie turned back to her dad and Reggie who were hand in hand, leaning in...

-

Julie yelped when she hit the floor with a hard smack. She groaned as she pushed herself up onto her elbows.

She hissed a breath and when she looked up, she noticed Luke sat on the sofa in her bedroom, her laptop propped open.

He was looking at her curiously, his dark eyebrows furrowed. "You okay, Jules?"

Julie blinked, looking down. The cuff of her sleeves were yellow and she found she was wearing her favourite smiley-face sweater.

"Uh?" Julie said.

The image of her dad and Reggie in matching tuxes flickered in her mind and she took a deep breath.

"Where's Reggie?"

Luke shrugged. "I don't know, I think he and Alex went to go and hang out with Willie. You sure you're okay?"

Julie frowned. She pushed herself up. "What are you doing? Why aren't you with them?"

Luke's mouth fell open and he scratched his head before he gestured loosely to the laptop.

"Uh, well, I thought I'd... you know... uh..."

"Are you snooping on my stuff?" Julie felt her nostrils flare.

Luke sat forward. "I'm watching a show about wedding cakes."

Julie baulked and tuned into the sound coming from the tinny laptop speakers.

"... I will always love you, John."

"I am so happy I found you, Sam."

And behind the dialogue? The wedding march.

Julie let herself fall face first against the floor.

"You good, Molina?" Luke asked, concern carrying in his voice.

Julie just held up a thumb above her head. "Better now."

10 days ago

Because @pythagothug misread my 'Reggie Molina' ficlet as Reggie crushing on Ray, I present to you some absolutely despicable...

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Julie and the Phantoms Crack | Just A Typical Recording Session~!      Maybe it’s just me that thinks this whole video screams...

11 days ago

Julie and the Phantoms Crack | Just A Typical Recording Session~! Maybe it’s just me that thinks this whole video screams...

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Julie and the Phantoms Crack | Just A Typical Recording Session~!    Maybe it's just me that thinks this whole video screams...

11 days ago

Julie and the Phantoms Crack | Just A Typical Recording Session~! Maybe it's just me that thinks this whole video screams...

Currently making a trashy crack meme vid, consisting of one reference xD

Edit: here it is~! <3

12 days ago

Currently making a trashy crack meme vid, consisting of one reference xD Edit: here it is~! <3

you know how people sometimes doodle their name with the last name of their crush in a 'what if we get married?' kind of way?

One day Luke finds Reggie's notebook and finds the words Reggie Molina doodled inside. Luke, deeply in love with Julie Molina, confronts Reggie.

"You like Julie?" He asks one day.

"Julie's great," Reggie responds, tuning his guitar. "Who doesn't? Aside from Carrie, obviously. I wonder what happened between those -"

"No, Reggie. Stop. I meant... Do you like like Julie?"

And Luke his certified big puppy eyes trained very seriously on his best friend and bassist. "Do you?"

And Reggie is so confused. "No? You're the one with the thing for Julie, dude."

Luke hands back Reggie's notebook. "Reggie Molina?"

And Reggie goes very still and sombre. His cheeks are flushed beyond their usual cherry blossom smudges.

"Oh." He begins tinkering with some chord progressions.

Luke's heart starts to sink. His shoulders go limp. "Oh," he repeats. "Oh. Were you thinking about Julie?"

Reggie sighs and throws back his head. He stares at the floating chairs hanging from the studio ceiling. "Yes," he says. "I was thinking about Julie."

In that one response, Luke's world shatters. He can't comprehend choosing between the girl he's in love with - the only girl who has ever made him feel so alive, even before he stopped being that - and his best friend, his brother.

He couldn't even picture the two together. Would it work? How did Julie feel about Reg? If she was into him, who was he to stand in the way of true love?

These thoughts go through his head in a millisecond. He's already deciding how to answer the question when Reggie asks him to be the best man at their wedding, when the present Reggie continues,

"I just think she'd make a real good sister, you know?"

Luke's brain hits a wall. He sits up straight and stares at Reggie. "Wait what?"

And Reggie blinks at him - confused at Luke's tone. "I think she'd make a good sister. I mean she's good to Carlos." Reggie shyly plucks a string on his guitar. "I have this dumb little fantasy that one day Ray and Carlos will be able to see me and then they'd ask me to join their family. It's dumb, I know."

But Luke is suddenly giddy. He claps Reggie on the shoulder before he can't contain himself and throws his entire weight on the boy, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Uh, okay? You alright, Luke, buddy?"

The bass guitar was pressing into his ribs and his thigh but he was elated. "You're such a goof, I love you man."

Reggie is still a little confused, but he claps Luke on the back. "I try, I try."

And Luke leans back, clasping Reggie's face between his palms. "For the record, we're always going to be your family. With or without Julie and the Molina's, okay? You, me, and Alex. We're brothers."

Reggie smiles. "Okay."

12 days ago

you know how people sometimes doodle their name with the last name of their crush in a 'what if we get married?' kind of...

Current mood: Edge of Great <3

14 days ago

Current mood: Edge of Great <3

Just got an interview for my college work placement~! <3 <3 (This was so me when I saw my phone ring~! xD)

14 days ago

Just got an interview for my college work placement~! <3 <3 (This was so me when I saw my phone ring~! xD)

100 kudos on I Want To Go Home on AO3 - love you all <3

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14 days ago

100 kudos on I Want To Go Home on AO3 - love you all <3

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Part 1

~ Reggie’s love of country music stemmed from happier times - himself, his Mom and Dad all singing along to the local country music radio station during their roadtrips when he was a kid.

~ The Gambler by Kenny Rogers was played quite a lot - Reggie grew to love it, secretly buying a chord book from the local record store and learning how to play it on the guitar without his parent’s knowledge.

~ He started out playing on acoustic guitar, but as he grew older and his parents began to fight more, he saved up for a bass guitar and an amp (by working at a nearby ice cream parlour) to drown them out.

~ He stumbled across Luke after one of his shifts at the ice-cream parlour - Luke had been busking at the side of the street on his way home. They struck up a conversation, and he accepted Luke’s invitation to hang out with him and a couple of guys named Alex and Bobby.

~ Reggie immediately gelled with Luke, Alex and Bobby, their common love of music making their friendship develop over time much more naturally than Reggie had ever experienced. 

~ It took a while before Reggie opened up to Luke, Alex and Bobby about his parents. He had settled for making up flimsy excuses for why they couldn’t rehearse or hang out at his house, until Alex had discretely broached the subject when they were alone one day. Reggie explained everything after a bit of coaxing, grateful to unload the weight of worrying about his family from his shoulders. He relayed the information to Luke and Bobby once they had returned to the studio from the store. Dropping a bunch of treats he was carrying in his grip on the floor, Luke immediately nearly smothered Reggie in a bear-hug, Alex and Bobby following a moment after.

~ Reggie was the last to move into the studio - at 3:04am on a late November night - a hold-all full of his belongings and clothes in his hand, and a black eye beginning to form. Switching on the light was enough to wake up Luke and Alex. Nobody said a word, Luke taking Reggie’s hold-all and placing it on the floor (Reggie was holding onto it for dear life, so it took a few seconds longer than it ordinarily would), Alex taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch. The three of them didn’t talk about it, instead marathoning the Star Wars films on VHS as the sun came up. Reggie laughed more than he had for the previous 6 months.

14 days ago

My Reggie Headcanons (Julie and the Phantoms)

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Edit: This post isn’t appearing in tags for some reason, so please, please share if you can~!

Written as part of @whumptober2020(Chapter 2 is inspired by Day 2 - In The Hands Of The Enemy and Kidnapped)

Fic | I Want To Go Home (Chapter 2)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Content Triggers | Whump (obviously)

Notes | If you haven’t seen Netflix’s Julie and the Phantoms, watch it! <3 For any readers who don’t know the show - Luke, Alex, Reggie, Willie and Caleb are all ghosts, while Julie is still alive. Luke, Alex and Reggie are members of both their 90s band Sunset Curve, and also members of their 2020 ‘hologram band’ (holograms at least to their unsuspecting fans) with Julie, Julie and the Phantoms.

The Julie and the Phantoms Wikipedia is here, they explain the show’s premise a lot better than I just did xD

Fanfiction.net link: here | AO3 link: here

Word count: 1459 words

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Full fic chapter under ‘keep reading’ cut to cut down on length :)

I Want To Go Home (Chapter 2)

They weren’t coming, were they?

As much as Julie tried to ignore the voice in her head, the thought was growing just a little bit louder every time she watched the hands on the clock go round. Was it too late? Had the jolts been too much?

Had they left her on her own like the night of the dance? Of course not! How could she even think that for a second? They had been so apologetic about it afterward - they would hardly make that mistake twice.

So that left one option. They didn’t exist any more. The thought hit her like a punch to the gut.

She didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye.

She felt herself breaking out of Flynn’s embrace, running out of the dressing room and past the confused-looking crew member who had been calling for her to come onstage. Spotting the nearby fire exit door in her eye-line, she ignored their shouts and rushed outside.

The cool night air slammed into her face, making her even more aware of the tears streaming down her cheeks. Taking a shaky breath, she glanced up at the sky.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, Mom, but… I can’t handle it…! You know, Flynn says you’re supposed to be behind everything but… I don’t know. If I was supposed to help the guys, I didn’t. They’re gone, a-and I’m so sorry. They were my friends, my band… my family. Why can’t you just come pick me up, a-and hold me in your arms and just tell me that everything’s going to be okay, and that I’m going to get through it, and that even though they’re not here with me, they’re still up there with you? I just wish you were here.”

She knew she must have looked and sounded pretty crazy to any passers-by, but fortunately the alley in which she stood was pretty secluded. At least it was, until someone began to walk past her. Funny how she hadn’t noticed them before they were right beside her.

They stopped - most likely noticing how upset she looked - and with a sympathetic gaze handed her a flower… a dahlia of all things! She couldn’t believe it - Flynn was right! She could feel herself smiling through her tears.

The man was still holding onto the stem though, and as Julie took more notice of him, the thought struck her that he looked more like a magician than a flower-seller, with his top hat and upmarket clothes. She glanced up at him, about to ask him why he was so reluctant to hand over the flower when he locked eyes with her.

His eyes were so blue.

She could hear the background noise from the nearby street ringing in her ears now, and her legs were beginning to feel like jelly. Instinctively, she attempted to pull away, but it was as if his gaze was trapping her…

The last thing she saw was a faint hint of purple smoke.

“Let’s have some fun~!”

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Her arms ached.

Julie’s eyes fluttered open, coming face-to-face with the same man who had given her the dahlia. She began to scream, just as loud as she had done when she had met the boys for the first time. However, the tape across her mouth muffled her voice.

“Less of that now. It’s not like anyone can hear you anyway.”

Her throat felt dry and scratchy, so she couldn’t keep up the screaming for long, instead settling for a look of defiance. She couldn’t reach to touch it, but her head throbbed, as if someone had slammed an iron bar against it.

“How rude am I, not introducing myself? Caleb Covington. I would say ‘at your service’, but you’re the person who’s going to be of service to me.”

Why was this happening?

“Glad you should ask that, Julie.”

How did he…?

“You seem to be one of the lucky few who can see our mutual ghost friends… That makes you interesting to me. You see, I’m the ghost that they haven’t stopped talking about. The one who simply gave them an offer they couldn’t refuse.”

The penny dropped for Julie. The ghost who had cursed Luke, Alex and Reggie! She began to struggle, hoping against hope that she could wriggle out of the rope that was suspended from the ceiling, binding her wrists together.

“You see, I need to figure out why the boys can seen by you, a seemingly random lifer, as opposed to anyone else.”

A force slammed into her, as if someone had punched her in the stomach, leaving her winded. She gasped for breath as she stopped struggling, the tape not helping at all.

Caleb stroked her cheek, Julie recoiling at his touch.

“There has to be some connection - some reason why you were the person who was chosen to hold the gift. Was it your singing ability? Was it an acquaintance from their previous life? We’ll just have to figure it out together.”

Caleb strolled around the room - the movement unnerving Julie as he disappeared from her view. She was aware of him moving behind her body, playing with her curls at the back of her neck.

“That’s why I brought you here - you’re going to work out what your connection to them is, so that I can harness it. After that… I might let you go, or I might kill you - that’ll depend on my mood.”

Without warning, he ripped the tape from her mouth, Julie wincing at the sensation.

“Will you help me? The process will happen a lot faster if you cooperate.”

She did the first thing that came to mind. She spat in his face.

“I’ll never help you. Never.

Caleb smiled, wiping away the spit from his features as if it was merely a mild inconvenience. It was a smug smile, as if he knew that he had the upper hand regardless of Julie’s response. He lifted his hand, twirling his fingers.

Purple smoke filled the air as it formed a circle and an image that materialised for Julie to see, causing her breath to hitch.

Luke, Alex and Reggie, unconscious and shackled to a wall with chains that glowed with the same purple aura as her own ropes. They were dressed in fancy-looking clothes - not at all their original style, Julie noted.

Part of her felt strangely happy - they hadn’t totally disappeared from existence yet…! She still had a chance to help them! However, the reality of the current situation was dawning on her as she watched the vision fade - all four of them, including her, were in danger. Deadly danger.

“If you don’t cooperate… The jolts will erase them from this plane of existence. Simple.”

She needed to think fast, to figure a way out and a way to save Luke, Alex and Reggie. She was about to speak up, but Caleb placed another strip of tape over her mouth.

“I meant to mention - the longer you delay, the less time your friends have left on this earth… as do you.”

Julie felt a sharp sting on her arm. Craning her neck in reaction, she just about manage to catch a glimpse of a purple insignia glowing on her skin before another wave of pain washed over her. As her eyelids grew heavy once more, a memory came to the forefront of her mind. Maybe it was to subconsciously distract her for whatever the weird draining sensation she felt was about, she wasn’t sure…

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“Mom?”

“Yes?”

“What do you do when everything just gets too much?”

Her mother wrapped her arms around her as she played with her curls.

“Well, it depends… If it’s a small problem, I just take it one day at a time…”

She trailed off, realising what the question was really about.

“Julie, you shouldn’t worry about me. I’m a big girl now - I’ve accepted it. I may be dying, but I’ll always be with you. When I die, I’ll definitely come back and haunt you, alright?”

She chuckled as she squeezed Julie’s hand just a little tighter, trying to keep the conversation light. Julie smiled a little, but it faded just as quickly as it had appeared, the beeping of the machines breaking the silence. She spoke after a few moments.

“I don’t want you to be alone.”

Her mother tilted her head, concern framing her features.

“Oh mija, I won’t be alone wherever I end up - I know that in my heart. You won’t ever be alone either. I’ll make sure of that.”

Julie reached over the hospital bed to kiss her mother’s forehead.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, Julie. Stay strong, alright? Your destiny might just be a day away…”

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I Want To Go Home | A Julie and the Phantoms Fic (Chapter 2)

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