#hug time with julie

[ladybeug]

well its ladynoir july now isn't it

[smoothshine]

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗

[tangledstarlight]

wild to think that if netflix werent the worst we could have had a jatp s2, maybe even a s3, by now. like. we could have had so many new songs😔

[novelconcepts]

I finally sat down and watched To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything! Julie Newmar last night, and the whole movie was a gift, but seeing Robin Williams in a brief uncredited role was the opposite of a jumpscare. It was like getting five more minutes with a friend you thought you’d never see again. What a wonderful little moment in a wonderful, iconic piece of queer cinema.

[triona-tribblescore]

Thats a wrap! :D

Link to the template: (stole it from Helli too uvu <3)

[momentarysilence]

Kunai!

[megatraven]

it's been so long since i rewatched the Unsaid Emily episode of JATP but holy, shit does it still hit so fucking hard

when luke's hiding in the bushes outside of his parents' house because he misses them- misses his mother- and regrets the way he ran off, but was too proud to apologize. and maybe too full of guilt and regret to come back before he did what he set out to do.

but he missed her and she missed him and he wrote an entire song about it and his band sang it together and im just 😭😭😭😭

maybe after his band played at the orpheum he would have gone back. maybe he could have gone back and said "look! i did it! im sorry for leaving but i did it! can i come home now?"

maybe that would have been enough to start mending the gap

maybe they would have had a chance to play more than one song, and maybe the second would have been Unsaid Emily, and maybe she would have known. maybe she would have been standing by the door waiting for him to come back.

but he dies, and the song is lost for twenty years, and his mother never knew that he was so sorry or that he even thought about her after running away, not until julie.

he gets the chance to finally say everything he always meant to say to her, he gets to see his mother read his old words and read the love in them.

im nearly sobbing from this scene again it's so fucking good. so powerful.

[cakeywakeyfakey]

tried to draw ur Julie in your style (i failed, tremendously) but awa.....she so cyoot...........She hopes the world will burn to ashes under her very feet. 🥰 (I LOVE YOU!!!!♡)

My absolute reaction to this drawing!!!!!!!! :-D

TW: Head explode (again, not bloody!!)

OAHWHJWOQIQJWJQOQIQKQOOQLAPQPQUSKQLQJAOA??!???!?? ♥️💗

THANK YOUA SO MUCH FOR THIS?!!?!? THIS LITERALLY BRIGHTENS MY WHOLE LIFE!!!!! I FEEL SO HONOURED!!!!! 💗💗💗💗

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THAT YOU ACTUALLY DREW JULIE IN MY STYLE I AM ABSOLUTELY SO IN LOVE WITH YOU PLATONICALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHAHAHAH YOU DREW HER ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

SHES SO ADORABLE I JUST WANNA SQUEEZE, HUG, HOLD HER AAAAHQHHAHQ!!!!!! MWAH MWAH MWAHHAHAHAHWH (I LOVE YOU TOOOOO!!!!!!! ♥️♥️)

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAINNNNBBB!!!!! YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETHEART TO MEMENEMAMA!!!!! ♥️♥️💗💗♥️♥️💗💗♥️♥️💗💗

I love you MWAH!!!!!! (I literally screamed, squealed, giggled, jumped around, and almost tear off my skin when I first saw this drawing.. it’s the absolute most! Mwah mwah!!)

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — backyard cookout.

JULY 4, 1986

“Jesus, the whole block is out there.”

Marty can’t stop looking out of the window, watching distantly as every single resident of Lyon Estates seems to be staking claims on their backyard. The people, the tables, hell, even the food, are all plastered in stars and stripes. His dad is welcoming everybody with a handshake, a clap on the shoulder, and a smile, like there’s a paparazzi hiding in the rose bush. His mom is chatting up Mrs. Wilson from across the street like they’re old pals, which is hilarious considering they were this close to shanking each other with the free, shitty mini candy canes at his dad’s company Christmas party two years ago. 

“Of course it is. It’s the same every year,” Dave returns, balancing vats of macaroni salad and potato salad as he works his way out the door, dressed in Sperrys, red shorts, and a navy polo shirt. 

What if I died, Marty briefly wonders, what if I died in the thunderstorm in 1955 and God screwed up and stuck me in yuppie heaven? What the hell did I do to deserve that?

“Aren’t you ready yet?” Dave promptly derails his train of thought. “Mom and Dad are insisting on taking family photos again this year. I tried telling ‘em I’m twenty-three and way too old for that shit, but–” 

“Dave, shut up,” Linda interrupts dryly, carefully carrying a bowl of punch so as not to spill it down her sleeveless blue and white dress. Marty spares a glance toward the red polo shirt and white shorts that are laid out for him. Matching outfits, Jesus Christ. “Marty, he’s right. Go get your stuff on.” 

“Uh, actually…” Marty rubs the back of his neck. “Actually, guys, I think I’m gonna sit this one out. I-I mean, there’s plenty of people out there already, and–”

“Sit it out!” Dave interjects. “Marty, what’s gotten into you lately? You love this!”  

“... I do?” 

It’s only at Marty’s look of genuine confusion that Dave’s face turns from indignant annoyance to deep concern, making lines in his forehead he’s way too young to have. 

“Quit being a dweeb,” Linda, halfway to the door, gives her brothers a glance over her shoulder. “Go get changed. I’m not bringing all this out by myself.” 

Searching his kid brother’s face one more time, Dave follows his sister out the door. 

When he’s actually outside and sitting on the front steps, watching the kids waving sparklers and running around the yard, Marty realizes he can’t feel his hands. 

It doesn’t freak him out now, but back when it first started happening, his breath would freeze in his throat, his heart trying to make a break for it out of his chest as he made sure that he wasn’t being erased from existence. Now, it’s just one of those things. Maybe he’ll ask somebody about it, but he doesn’t want any more people looking at him the way Dave just did.

Shrieking and talking and sizzling bounce all around him, but it sounds like it's coming from a radio in the other room. Maybe somebody left the TV on again. Maybe–

“Marty?” 

He blinks. Worried brown eyes look back at him and there’s a hand on his cheek he almost– almost– shrinks back from. 

“Jennifer?” he breathes. “The hell are you doin’ here? Your parents… your parents go to Montara for the Fourth. Right?” 

“Yeah, but for the last couple years I’ve stayed in town with you,” she responds. “Remember?” 

“I…” 

“Come on,” Jennifer encourages, gently taking his hands and pulling him up. She lets go of one hand but tightly holds onto the other. “It’s a little crowded for me.”

“Yeah,” Marty agrees, squeezing her hand back, smiling despite the pricking behind his eyes and the lump in his throat. “Yeah, me too.” 

Even if everything else is a shit show, at least two things have stayed the same; one, he doesn’t deserve Jennifer Parker, and two, he’s crazy about her. 

She leads him back inside where she’s put her roller skates and helmet by his skateboard, propped up against the front door. Once they’re geared up, they skate off hand in hand down the streets of Hill Valley. 

The sound of Einstein’s barking and Jules and Verne laughing greet them. The boys are chasing the dog around– mostly through the elaborate automatic sprinkler system Marty had helped Doc had set up earlier in the summer– while Doc fusses over the grill and Clara sets the patio table.

“Hey,” Marty tentatively tries, leaning his skateboard up against the side of the house as Jennifer undoes her skates, “Room for two more?”

“Marty!” Doc exclaims, immediately abandoning his post and sweeping the boy into his arms, an embrace which is gratefully and tightly returned. “Jennifer!” Marty moves over and Doc extends his arm to accommodate her, and she eagerly joins the hug. “You made it!” 

“Marty’s here, Marty’s here!” Verne whoops, pumping his fists in the air victoriously. 

“Hello Martin! Hello Jennifer!” Jules chirps, waving with both hands. 

“Emmett, the hamburgers!” Clara calls to him, laughing, as Doc lets out a theatrical gasp and races back to the now slightly smoldering patties. 

Clara joins the two teenagers, wrapping a maternal arm around them both. 

“I’m so glad you could join us,” she says warmly, “We were hoping you would. I know it’s not anywhere near what your family puts on, Marty, but–”

“No, Clara, it’s great,” Marty reassures, leaning into her touch. “It’s all great.”

[legolasghosty]

one hundred and five please

Not forward movement unfortunately. A bit stuck there. But I went back and added to a previous conversation so here ya go!

“Do you like it here?” she asked before she could stop herself. “Like… With the company? And living here?”

Bobby sucked in a breath. “It’s complicated.” Julie waited. “I grew up here,” he said finally. “Like, this is the bedroom I slept in as soon as I was old enough to have my own room.”

Julie’s eyebrows shot up of their own free will and she stared around the light, airy space with renewed interest. There was little of the Bobby she’d gotten to know in the space. Most of the furniture was white or light grey. The dark hardwood of the floor was broken up only by a simple, light blue rug between the couch and the door and a smaller one beside the bed. The bedspread looked more like something in a hotel than anything else.

(Send me a number and I'll write that many words on my WIP and show you!)

[julie-finlay]

[majoris]

hi

[strawberrystepmom]

active listening, love in all its forms, the sensation of pure sweetness!

[stillcominback]

✨back by popular demand✨

[sk3l3t0n444]

i dont wanna be alone but im overstimulated by being around people :/

[cerealbishh]

dylan during the bows at his first(hopefully not his only) christian show of 2023!

🎥: kelladactyl on ig