#HI JUKES

[lylaclivin]

Poppy, Melvin, Rodney, and Juke from @z-t00n’s hoppscotch :) their designs are so adorable, I couldn’t resist!

[monarchteen]

fuck all romances except for whatever the brown/black girl got going on with her pasty ass white boyfriend

[forsakenqueer]

Something I just noticed on my jatp rewatch- Luke does this little "c'mere" motion with his head to get Reggie to come sing with him in "Now or Never"

And then in "The Edge of Great" he tries to do the same thing with Julie but she ignores him and keeps singing (because she's trying to ignore her feelings for him)

I dunno I don't really have anything to add other than that I hadn't noticed this before and I think it's a cute thing that Luke does and that his little upset face when Julie rebuffs him is funny

[abovo-adastra]

first pass at kankri #slay #dumb #iheartdavantases

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[thedeathdeelers]

a choice

“and so choose, luke patterson,” the voice boomed around him. “a reset, back to 1995, leading you to a life of fame and fortune, or,” the voice paused for a second, then continued. “or the 21st century, always on the brink of success, but never within your grasp.”

“will i be able to keep making music?”

“yes, but never to the same scale as what could be in 1995.”

“will i be able to keep the ones i love?”

“yes, you will have your family no matter your decision.”

“but julie.. what about julie?”

“if you choose to go back, her memory of you will cease. she will only know you as a famous musician, born decades before her.”

“but she’s family!”

“choose, luke.”

“i-���

“fame or julie molina. you must make your decision.”

“i choose…”

//

the voice fades, and the pitch black room he was in disappears — suddenly there’s a flash of light, and luke is blinking furiously, eyes struggling to readjust.

it takes him a moment, but his vision starts clearing, little pieces of the space around him coming into focus.

his journal on the coffee table, alex’ kit pushed towards the back and reggie’s jacket draped over the couch — the studio just like they left it.

luke continues to scan the space, heartbeat starting to pick up when he sees no hints of julie anywhere — no piano, no coloured gel pens, no hair-clips nor plants.

did the voice make a mistake? was he back in 1995?

was he…never going to see julie again?

the panic rises while luke is rooted to the spot, unable to move.

what had he done? what was happening? why-

“luke?” he hears from the doorway- the voice of an angel.

he spins so fast he loses his footing, but barely has time to recuperate before a small mass of curly hair and blurry limbs come hurtling towards him, slamming into his body.

his arms reflexively come up, holding her in place and pulling her into him.

“julie,” he breathes out, his heart beating a mile a minute.

“you’re- you’re really here?” she chokes out, her slim arms tightening around his neck.

“i am,” he says, disbelief still evident in his voice. “i am.”

julie molina.

choosing julie meant choosing music — it was as obvious to luke as breathing.

she was music.

and luke knew that no matter what, he will always choose julie molina.

[ahalliance]

finally getting around to posting @etoiles-week :] day 5: injury

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

I started watching dead boy detectives and I just finished episode 5, and Edwin's hand on his chest after Charles hugs him, followed by "I wasn't talking about you" UM?!

[fallow-foot]

Giving him a little gold star that says congrats on finding out you are a clone.

Hope this has no repercussions! (has repercussions).

[hoshigray]

To conclude this week's leaks session, if such a fuckass plan was greenlit like this, then I'm not delusional to think that toji can come back for one last final frenzy

[pearlcaddy]

jukeboxsource challenge ♫ haunting

caitlyn siehl, "haunting" [insp]

[fandomscraziness22]

47 for juke but instead of The Hug it’s a lil kissy kiss

Ok this isn't exactly that but it is what it is lol. Also this is from memory because i haven't watched that ep in soooo long so forgive me if I got stuff wrong!

because time’s run out (47)

“No regrets,” Luke says, and Julie can't stop herself from launching into his arms. The boy in front of her has brought music and joy back into her life. And now he's about to fade from existence, forever.

So she doesn't think. She can't think of anything except ‘I can't lose them. I can't lose him.’

So Julie leaps forward, into Luke's space. Into his arms. And they wrap around her, as tight as she always imagined.

“I love you guys,” she breathes out, because her boys are a part of her now, and she'll be damned if she doesn't tell them in these final moments.

And then there's a moment of realization; Luke's arms are strong and real around her. And they’re….glowing?

Julie pulls back just enough to see that all of Luke is glowing, and she's touching a ghost.

“How can I feel you?” She whispers, astonished at this turn of events.

“I don't know,” Luke whispers back.

And suddenly, Julie knows what she wants to do.

No regrets.

So she reaches forward to cup Luke's cheek, his skin as soft as she never let herself dream about (but definitely did). And the two of them are so in sync, just like always.

Because Luke leans down as she tilts up, and their lips meet in the middle for the sweetest, softest kiss.

It's better than Julie could have dreamed.

They pull apart, tears gleaming in their eyes, matching grins on their faces. There's a pretty blush coloring Luke's cheeks, and Julie wants to never leave this moment.

“Listen, I love Julie too, but I'm not about to kiss her to save myself.” Alex's voice is thick with tears, but his sarcasm still makes itself known.

Julie giggles and reaches out for Reggie and Alex. “Come here.”

Reggie bounds to her, and she pulls him in tight for his own hug. Alex throws his arms over them, and Luke completes the magical hug.

“I do love you all. So much,” Julie whispers into Reggie’ chest.

“We love you too,” he replies, and Julie feels him place his own kiss on the top of her head.

Julie's never been able to feel their love like this before, but now she revels in their physical touch. Their hug lasts a lifetime, and it's still not long enough.

Send me a ship and a kiss!

[thesunwillart]

wake up to the sun clouds always come undone you give the light I need like water to the seed

we built our own house, own house with the hands over our hearts and we swore on that day that it will never fall apart

-our own house, misterwives

I THINK JATP WOULD SING THIS TOO!!!! thank u for the song idea @michelangelinden :D

[missjoolee]

if you could only see

*read tags for fun facts. mostly written while half asleep. not edited.

"Oh," she says, the corners of her mouth drooping into that familiar frown that accompanied the majority of his high school career. She sets her mug down on the coffee table.

Oh? A similar frown is quick to replace the elated grin his face had adorned when he arrived. "'Oh' is what people say when they get socks on their birthday, Mom. Not when their son tells them that he's engaged!"

"It's just..." she hesitates, as if looking for the correct words. "...you're still so young."

"I'm almost 22. I--"

"Exactly! Only 22!" Emily interrupts. "How can you be sure?!"

"What?! Mom! This is Julie we are talking about!" Luke can't sit still and stands up from the couch. Resentment builds within him. Why can't she ever be supportive from the get go?

"Well.. You've only ever had the one relationship. You can't know what you want really, never having experienced other relationships."

His mouth drops open in disbelief. She cant honestly be suggesting what he thinks she might be.

"I thought you liked Julie!" His hand flies up with the statement, emphasizing his frustrations.

Emily stands, no longer able to remain seated as the conversations heats up.

"Luke, Julie is lovely. And lord knows she's done you a world of good, but you could really benefit from dating around a little!"

Oh, so she is saying what he thought she was saying.

He let's out a humorless huff of a laugh. "Are you insane? You think I should give up the best thing in my life, a sure thing, on the chance I might find someone that can make me just as happy somewhere down the line? Yeah, that math doesn't check out."

She is getting visibly agitated now as she takes a step closer to him.

"Julie will always be your teenage girlfriend. Your relationship will never be more than that of children!"

"God. Do you hear yourself?! Julie's not in her teens anymore. Our relationship has grown with us. We have supported each other through personal growth, and continue to challenge each other to be the best we can be! We've already been there through hardship together." Luke leans into Emily's  personal space, not wanting to back down. It's a familiar dance at this point, these arguments with his mom.  That thought gives him pause but he never drops eye contact.

His mom claims that Julie would prevent him from flourishing as an adult, but in this moment,  with Emily, he feels the most like he's a kid again in the worst way possible. Suddenly, he feels very tired. He takes a step back with a sigh.

"You're unbelievable." His normal volume voice sounds quiet after the heightened pitches from a moment before. He turns and heads for the front door. There is no point in staying.

"Luke? Luke! Get back here!" Emily follows after him. "Most marriages at your age end in divorce! I'm just trying to help you not make a mistake that will ruin your future!"

Luke's at the door but he spins suddenly to face Emily one last time. "It's not a mistake, mom! If you could just see all the ways she loves me, maybe you would understand why I feel this way. How I know this is the right thing to do."

"But Luke--"

This time he interrupts her, not caring to hear anymore of what she's likely to say. "I mean, if you could see how bright her eyes get when she says she loves me. I just.. " Julie's smile, eyes full of mirth flashes in his mind, replacing a lot of the angerfilled responses he wants to shout at his mom. "There's no way being with her could ever be a mistake."

He opens the door and steps outside. "If you can't be happy for us, don't bother joining in on the celebrations."

He closes the door behind him. His mom might have tried to say more but he honestly couldn't care less anymore. It's time to head home. Back to the welcoming arms of the woman he loves and can't wait to marry. She makes him a better writer, and a better man. She supports him and his dreams more than his mom ever has. This exchange has proven that all his mom will ever be good for is giving him great song ideas. But the one starting to ruminate in his brain this time promises to be a lot happier than Unsaid Emily.

[jils-things]

twirls around and giggles im sooooo good at maining norton omgggg (twirls hair) im sooooooo good at playing at him omhggg wehehheheheeehhehee kicks my feet and rolls on my bed

[lilrig2bigrig]

If I wake up any time in this next week to John Marino out of Jersey I’m gonna book a flight and burn someone’s arena down I stg

[thedeathdeelers]

constant

there was just something about being a ghost - the never changing, living as a frozen version of himself that sometimes drove luke insane.

he often found himself stumbling down the path of depressing thoughts — the reminder of the short life he and the boys lived — the way this body will always be a reminder that he was so close to making it but will forever be the teenage rockstar who died too soon.

he will forever be stuck with these same persistent feelings swirling around the cage in his chest — the frozen heart who never had a chance to grow; a stubborn adolescent organ too stubborn to move on.

from a boy who lived day to day, who lived for the change and the constant movement, now stuck. forever unmoving.

but then again. then again

his thoughts turn to julie, to her smile, her voice, her soft skin;

maybe once he goes through a big change, a strong enough emotion, an important event.

maybe it can have a big impact on his ghostly form, and slip through the cracks. join the swirls of decades old emotions still stuck within him.

joining in, forever unchanging. constant. stable.

a small smile ticks up at the corner of his lips, the storm of menacing thoughts in his mind calming; shifting.

maybe this meant this love, a love he now cherishes just as much as he always cherished music, never change, will never waver. will always be with him, keeping him company no matter what. no matter the weather, no matter the storm.

she will always be there, keeping him warm.