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ok so after seven freaking hours and almost losing the music sheet, I have finished the string quartet arrangement and I’m actually quite proud of it because it’s the first time I’ve done something like this. It’s rather simple and I don’t know enough about harmonies and I don’t like the robotic sound of the violin but whatever-

also, I had to add Luke’s guitar solo even if I had to watch the performance a thousand times because I don’t know enogh about guitar to know what was going on.

Hopefully I won’t fail the assignment! 

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jeremyshada VERY early rehearsal/jam of “Nothing To Loose” 👻 this is how we came up with out our solo parts in the song. Best way to write music or learn something is to just JAM! 🤘🏼@julieandthephantoms ALSO! Keep streaming the songs from the show on Spotify and everywhere else! The response had been awesome from you guys! Keep it up #Fantoms 😊 #JATP

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The JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS cast rehearsing the “FLYING SOLO” scene

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you put your arms around me and I’m home

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I just know Ray and Rose were a college age pda powercouple

o k a y,

I'm gonna stop you there, anon.

When it came to Ray, Rose was actually very private with her displays of affection.

Of course, out loud she loved everybody. She'd be the first one to gift a hug to a stranger, offer a tissue to a crying freshman, or even be an ear for an overworked TA.

But when it came to Ray?

He was the only one allowed into her most intimate moments, the moments in which she was rougher around the edges, when she was unkind to people on TV, when she vented about classmates, friends, and family.

Only when they were alone together, could she truly switch off.

When they were alone, she let Ray take the helm. She'd let him advise and comfort her in her time of need.

And that was how he knew she loved him, because she allowed him to see deep inside of her, to see the parts that she didn't like or condone in a public sphere.

With Ray, she was vulnerable with her flaws and fallacies.

Plus, he was the only one who could convince her to stay in bed for an extra hour on a Sunday;

"I told the sophomores I'd read over their essays," she'd once whispered against Ray's cheek, before pressing a kiss to his skin.

"You have all afternoon," Ray had responded, scraping her lose curls into a ponytail and raising his eyebrows. "I like this."

And Rose had tried to pout and grumble, to counter his passive attack, but Ray kept her there anyway, her body curled against his, beneath the sheets.

See, in her College years and the years beyond that, Rose took care of everyone, but only Ray Molina was allowed to take care of her.

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before mama rose could adopt reggie, since it's a grueling, long process, she came up to the Peters (ha!) household when Reggie wasn't there, waited until Reggie's parents opened their door and she went "if you ever raise your hand on your son ever again, i will fucking kill you" and then with that she left

Honestly, I think Reggie's adoption process was one of the hardest things Rose ever had to go through.

But I imagine this actually happened before the idea of adopting Reggie was even an option.

Rose started off as Reggie's music teacher at The Harmony Project, where she taught him to play the piano and bass.

Like most of her students, Reggie was from a low income family - and like many of the low income families she'd met, they had their own hardships and stressors.

It was understandable, really. As a young adult, she had had a number of brushes with poverty and she'd never been so distressed in her life.

So, Rose assumed he was like the other kids.

Except when Reggie started to drop little pieces of information about his life into conversations.

"Dad said he'd keep me home from school if I didn't do what he said."

"Mom said she'd tell dad I said I hated him if I didn't clean my room."

Rose started to get a very clear picture of the toxicity of the Peters' household.

It starts keeping her up at night. She'd be laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about her poor little bassist.

Then one week, Reggie turns up with a face caked in make up. There are tear tracks cutting through the pale foundation and Rose takes him to the bathroom and gently wipes it off with a cloth.

As Reggie sniffles and weeps, Rose uncovers a devastating truth. Reggie is black and blue.

"Okay, sweetheart, okay," Rose says, hugging him and patting his back. The way he clings with his small fingers is almost enough to push her over the edge.

But they do their lesson and it's a good distraction, even if he does shed some tears throughout the hour, he seems invested in his hand movements and sheet music, that he can forget about the pains on his face and neck.

When it comes time to go home, Rose asks the centre receptionist, who is as pale as a sheet of paper, if she has any foundation with her.

Rose takes Reggie back to the bathroom and reapplies the layer of foundation, being careful to only dab the worst effected areas gently as she goes.

Reggie is quiet now and Rose's eyes dart to his own, before they return to focusing her gaze on her work.

"Honey, you listen to me, alright?" Rose says, dab, dab, dabbing. "We're putting this back on because I think your parents will get angry if they see we took it off you in the first place."

Reggie sniffs.

"And I'm worried that if they get angry, they'll do you more damage." She finishes applying the make-up and recaps the bottle. She puts in on one side and takes his small hand.

He is so small for his age, she thinks.

"And that is the last thing I want to see happen to you, Mijo."

She lets Reggie go and watches as he climbs into his father's Toyota, tugging the door shut behind him. He peers through the passenger window and shakes two fingers at her in a wave.

Rose waves back.

She returns the foundation to the receptionist and asks for another favour...

Later that week, Rose sits outside the beach front property. It's a run down two-storey suburban, beaten up over the years by the strong, salty seaside wind.

She chews her lower lip in thought for a moment, before she climbs out of the car and slams the door behind her.

1:32pm.

Reggie would still be at school.

She knocks on the door and after thirty seconds, its opened by a narrow, pale woman, with curtains of raven-black hair covering a sallow face.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

Rose fastens a smile to her lips. "Yeah, hi, I was wondering if I could speak to Len and Joanna Peters, is this their residence?"

The woman presses her lips together and looks Rose up and down. "Who wants to know?" she asks.

"Oh, that part is not important. I'm just here to deliver a message." Rose takes a step towards the front door and the woman cowers and points a stern finger to her chest. In a low voice, she says,

"If you ever lay a finger on your boy ever again, I swear to god, I will not hesitate to come over here and set your goddamn house alight with you and your husband tied up inside. Do I make myself clear?"

The woman is struck dumb. She stares at Rose wide, sunken eyes.

Rose takes a step back. "If you could just pass that message along to them, that's be great. Thanks."

And she sees herself back down the path, hearing the soft click of the door closing behind her.

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, before climbing into her car. As she turns the keys in the ignition, however, she is halted by a thought:

What do you need to be a foster carer?

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all he had to do was die

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*david Attenborough voice*

To our left we have Jeremy, he’s been in the business for many years, and you can see him now with his wife, Carolynn, a professional ballerina turned artist, and their dogs in their new home, which they will be renovating themselves. They may not have silverware, but they can easily improvise and find a solution.

And here on our right we have sighted Charlie and Owen, wrestling over a broken Dorito. Neither of them need it for sustenance, but they reached for it at the same time, and now may fight to the death in effort to prove their superiority in an uncommon but fascinating and oddly endearing display of foolishness

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#dads taking picture of their children on the first day of school filming

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Plot twist we find out Bobby has like... absolutely 0 personality and we’re all crazy

i find it so funny that the fandom has decided that bobby is either a cold blooded murderer or the sweetest guy ever who loves the boys so very much when we barely know anything about him sdkjflkdj y’all rlly said go big or go home

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Can you imagine if s2 is announced and interviewers ask Jeremy about Reggie's estranged cousin Conrad? And jeremy is just *head scratch* whomst? Aisjfjwkkjdfnjsjskkffjjdj

Interviewers who do bad research: what do you think Conrad will bring to the show?

Jeremy: I– what?

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Sure, Luke’s life hadn’t turned out exactly how he wanted it to.

If anybody had told his eighteen-year-old self, that ten years down the road, he’d spent a Friday evening at his friend’s home, not on stage at some shady club, rocking his heart out, Luke would’ve never believed them. But, he couldn’t say that he was unhappy. He had a good job, amazing friends and was invited to dinner at his parents’ place once a week. So, to be frank, he wouldn’t change a thing.

Of course, that’s when Julie Molina stumbled back into his life.

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I love it!!!!!

carrie’s christmas carol-the phantom of christmas past

carrie accidentally opens a drawer she hasn’t touched in years, and starts to think about julie and flynn. the guys decide to drop in and give her some advice, all while remembering her dad and their past with him.

luke comes first. he’s got an attachment to his past. he knows how it feels to leave so many things unsaid, and he doesn’t want that for carrie, julie and flynn.

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Anonymous requested: Julie’s not at school and Luke worries and fakes being sick to the nurse to leave and go to Julie’s and finds her in pain because her monthly visitor is ripping her stomach apart.

CW for periods and sickness - they have been tagged, but just to be on the safe side.

Code Red

It was not in Luke Patterson’s nature to worry. He simply wasn’t an anxious person. He didn’t panic about getting in trouble, he didn’t stress about exams, he never worried about consequences (which had earned him more than one trip to Accident and Emergency over the years). There was, however, one exception to Luke’s Unofficial No Worry Rule.

The exception was Julie Molina.

Luke worried about Julie so much that it made up for him not worrying about anything else. He worried about whether or not she was eating enough or drinking enough water; he worried when he hadn’t heard from her in more than half an hour; he worried when he hadn’t seen her smile or heard her laugh in five minutes; he worried when she worried.

And right now, Luke was very worried.

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Can you imagine if the boys were the Molina’s guardian Angels WATCHING THEIR HOLIDAYS AND BIRTHDAYS!!!

Wndbnfjsjjxe I am in love with the guardian angel hc honestly anyone who sends me guardian angel hcs deserves a hug

But like ,,,,,, I know we always run straight for Juke but like ,,,,,, Alex & Carlos??

Alex watching this lil boy grow up, being 100% weird and odd like little kids should be, then being the best brother to Julie??? Like imagine Alex seeing the way Carlos just does whatever batshit crazy things he wants to and Ray is cool with everything that isn't dangerous. Imagine Alex picking up parenting tips from watching Carlos interact with Ray and then using them on Luke and Reggie akndnss. Alex recognizing toddler behaviour in moody Luke and Reggie thanks to watching over baby Carlos. Alex realizing he might actually have to be the dad friend now. Alex is super protective over Carlos, like ,,,, borderline overprotective. But as Carlos grows up, he learns to let go. Carlos has to get hurt a little bit to learn and though it breaks Alex's heart when Carlos keeps falling off the bicycle the first few tries, he might have been prouder than Ray when Carlos got it right and went flying up and down the empty street. So yeah, Carlos needs to learn about failure a little bit, but that doesn't mean Alex can't help him succeed, right? Alex helps him play baseball for a while, but then Carlos really gets that good at it and Alex just stands proudly and watches. I'm pretty sure that Alex has adopted Carlos at this point.

Speaking of Ray ,,,,,, Reggie seeing what a doting dad Ray is??? Reggie being in awe of Ray just rolling with his family's weird shit because he loves them and as long as no one's doing anything wrong or dangerous, what's harm?? Reggie being like a comfort blanket whenever Ray is down. There's just this warm presence in the room and it always feels like a loving hug. So what if Ray thinks it's Rose? Reggie's job is to look out for Ray, no matter what. Sometimes Reggie looks at the way Julie curls up against Ray when they're up late watching movies and Reggie wants nothing more than to also be loved by Ray -- just like Julie and Carlos. Reggie also always helps around. Ray was sure he lost his keys but there they were, on the counter he had checked. And Ray was sure he'd shattered the screen of his phone when it fell, but nope. Not even a scratch. Alex scolds Reggie for interfering so much but Reggie's response is always a single word "Baseball," which shuts Alex up pretty quickly.

Idk you guys I love juke with all my heart but I need more Frantic, Panic-riddled Dadlex & Reggie Molina.

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REQUEST- alive guys Luke had a headache all morning at school and it turned into a migraine making him nauseous, his caring lovely girlfriend Julie drags him home early with help of Rose and Ray because lukes parents are out of town, and Julie nurses Luke better with his migraine. Please. ( sorry if it sounds cheesy Cute fluffness)

nothing wrong with some good cheese! although my brain saw ‘luke with a migraine’ and blacked out before catching anything after that, so this isn’t quiteeee that, i hope you like it <3

Luke’s head is bothering him again. It’s been long enough that he can admit it, at least, but the problem is there are four more hours in the day and he didn’t take an aleve because he was half asleep and not willing to admit defeat because obviously, if he didn’t acknowledge the migraine, it would go away.

Luke is very good at making responsible, young adult decisions. Just not when he’s half asleep. He swears.

But anyway. Four more hours in the day, and his head is pounding. He catches Julie’s eye as he looks anywhere but the bright, white walls of the classroom and she smiles. He smiles back just as bright because, I mean, it’s Julie, and then a second later the consequences of moving his face slam into him like bricks and he bites his lip. Ow.

He sits through algebra clenching his jaw tighter and tighter and eventually gives up on pretending to listen. He doesn’t start doodling like he normally would- if he stares at the paper for too long the ink will start swimming around, and honestly his head is empty of anything but pain right now.

Thankfully Mrs Mennir has had him for long enough that she doesn’t even bother calling him out when he lays his head in his hands. The coolness of his desk and the darkness help, but it’s a bad one today, the pain follows his temples around to the back of his head and down to his neck.

When the bell rings, he doesn’t even have the energy to flinch, and he doesn’t try to meet Julie at the door. He’s too busy trying to hide from the light and noise of the hallways behind his hair to see Julie’s concerned frown as he slouches out of the room.

The next four hours are, to put it lightly, hellish. He sways for about three indecisive seconds in the doorway of chemistry classroom before deciding that trying to do chemical things today- as the words LAB DAY written in red on the white board would seem to imply- is a terrible idea. He turns around and hides in the bathroom, and isn’t able to convince himself to leave for english, either. It’s one of his favorite classes, normally, because Mr Scott is a big fan of his lyric-writing and would occasionally help him out when he’d get stuck on the phrasing of stuff; granted, that was before Julie.

He drags himself into computer programming and drifts, too tired to focus and in too much pain to actually fall asleep, for the next hour. Thankfully the last bell rings (ow ow ow ow) and he can leave, with absolutely no idea what they did today.

He’s hovering at his locker, trying to decide if it’s worth the risk of trying to ride his bike right now in order to get home faster, when Julie walks up.

“Hey, I was waiting by the south entrance for you, but you didn’t show up? My dad’s here.”

Luke blinks at her for a second, before he remembers. They were gonna have a song writing session after school today, and Ray offered to bring him home afterwards. Right.

He gives Julie a smile and hopes it comes out normal.

“Right! Yeah, sorry, I just forgot...” he reaches blindly into his locker for something, “this!”

His science textbook from last year that he definitely was supposed to return but forgot about dangles limply from his hand, and he smiles winningly at Julie.

She stares at him, unimpressed.

“Rightttt. I know Mr Jackson was just soooo desperate to get it back. You’re being weird, and we’re definitely gonna talk about it. Come on, we’re gonna be late to pick up Carlos.”

Luke shoves the textbook back into his locker and slams it (gently) shut, and before turning to walk with her.

He flips the hood of his jacket up and pulls it over his eyes as much as he can, but it still doesn't block out that much light. He blinks slowly, trying to cling to that darkness while not walking into other people, or lockers, or Julie.

“...get step three? Hello? Luke home?”

He blinks at Julie. “What-? Sorry, I just-”

“Luke? Are you okay? You’ve been weird since algebra. If you don’t wanna write today, we can always reschedule...”

“No! No, I’m fine, just a little headache, no big deal. What were you saying?”

She gives him a look but he gives her a thumb’s up, so she continues, and he makes himself focus on her voice.

Thankfully, the car ride to the Molina house is filled with Carlos’ chattering responses to Ray’s gentle questioning about his day, and Luke doesn’t have to say anything. They head up to Julie’s room as soon as they arrive, and Ray calls up he’ll bring up some snacks in a half hour.

He sets his bag on the ground and plops into the beanbag.

It’s soft, and the room is only lit by the natural light let in through the window, and he could almost just pass out right here, honestly...

“Okay, seriously, if you don’t want to write today, we don’t have to, Luke, you just have to tell me,” Julie says, and there’s hurt alongside the upset in her eyes.

“Wh- Julie, no, I- I’m sorry,” he says, running a hand down his face.

“Sometimes, I get these migraines? Usually it’s fine if I catch it before school but I didn’t today, and I do want to write with you but I’m pretty sure if I look at words right now I’ll throw up? Sorry...”

Julie stares at him for a second before throwing up her hands.

“Why didn’t you just say that? Flynn gets stress migraines sometimes, I have just the thing- wait here.”

Before Luke can say anything, she disappears downstairs, and he’s left sprawled in the beanbag. It’s a few minutes later when she comes back up, arms full of black sheets and some other things he can’t make out.

She clips them up over the window, and then in a circle around the tiny touch in the corner. She motions for him to move over, so he does.

“I let dad know you’re not feeling well and he called your mom so you’re good to just pass out. But, before you do that, here, and here,” she says, handing him a few aleve and a bottle of water.

“Jules- thanks,” he says, taking them and unscrewing the water. 

She just laughs. “I also texted Reggie and let him know I have an afternoon free for us to work on his next country hit, so this is honestly a win for me.”

“Julie, we’re not making a country album,” he says, leaning further into the small, dark tent she’s created, “and you know I’m in a weakened state and can’t fight back.”

She grins. “Sleep now, because you’ll never rest again until you’re begging us to produce Home Is Where My Horse Is,” she says, unclipping the last sheet so he’s left alone in a tiny bubble of darkness.

He sighs, leans back, and lets oblivion take him.