#jatp as vines

[lukepattersun]

this one was a long time coming tbh

[maniacace]

rewatching jatp is not enough. I need to rewatch every single youtube video, vine compilation and edit I used to watch religiously during that era too

[innytoes]

if you’re still taking prompts for the aus, jatp olympics au?

I don't really watch a lot of olympics, but I was instantly struck with two ideas.

-Alex/Willie figure skaters. They're dancing on ice. They're both on team USA, but they like to compete with each other anyway. Not over who gets the most points, but over who can get the gayest song approved and who has the most sparkly outfit.

-The day they allow same sex ice skating pairs, it is OVER FOR EVERYONE ELSE.

-Carrie the gymnast. Her floor routine is flawless. Her beam work death defying. Her ponytail is the swishiest.

-Flynn is a fencer. Flynn is also that person who posts videos on social media of her jumping on the cardboard beds with Julie and Carrie like: TRUST ME WE CAN BONE ON THESE IF WE WANT TO, INTERNET.

-Luke is also a gymnast because hnnngh arms.

-I have no idea what Julie would do but I just saw Archery on the list and can you imagine. She would be so pretty. And deadly.

-Reggie works at the Olympic Village McDonalds and he knows all of them by name and order but has no idea who does what sport. He flirts with EVERYONE.

-Yes somehow this results in Alex having to convince Julie NOT to William Tell an apple off Reggie's head 'for the vine'. VINE ISN'T EVEN A THING ANYMORE GUYS. PLEASE.

[to-be-a-dreamer]

Newsies JatP AU Drabble (Flying Solo)

I randomly wrote this instead of literally anything else that I needed to or wanted to but it's fun so we deal. This would be a part of the "Flying Solo" chapter of my Julie and the Phantoms AU (click the first tag for all related posts) and would be right after Jack tells Spot about the ghosts and decides to perform a song for him to prove it. There is no telling when or if the rest of this chapter will ever be written so I decided to just post it now. There are indeed references and callbacks to previous chapters that either Do Not Exist or Are Not Posted Yet and I just need everyone to politely ignore those.

Jack turned away from the bickering ghosts with an eye-roll and moved to take his seat at the keyboard when a too-familiar sight froze him in place. Race’s beloved guitar was shining like new, the year of dust wiped away like nothing, as if his brother had just finished cleaning it himself and would bounce through the door at any moment to show Jack the newest chord progression he’d dreamt up in history class. Jack’s heart raced faster and faster as his breath caught in his throat and a million different thoughts flew through his mind in a single moment. 

Someone cleaned Race’s guitar.

Someone touched Race’s guitar.

Race hadn’t done it.

Race was dead.

Ma and Charlie never came out here.

Jack hadn’t done it.

Race was dead. 

Someone touched Race’s guitar.

“Jack, you ready?” Davey’s voice was a mile away and deafening in his eardrums. The ghost followed his frozen eye line to the beautiful instrument that sat ready for a concert never to come. “Oh.”

Davey cleaned Race’s guitar.

It looked nice, Race would like it.

Race was dead.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked,” a quick, nervous apology came before Jack could finish spiraling. “We got so excited that we could move things but we didn’t want to keep touching stuff in your room so Albert suggested cleaning our mess up and we got carried away and started doing the whole room and the guitar just looked so well-loved I wanted to see what it looked like clean but I- I should have asked. I’m sorry.”

Jack said nothing, voice still stuck in his throat. He didn’t walk to his brother’s guitar so much as he did float towards it. His fingers ghosted over the freshly-changed strings and he tentatively plucked out a few perfectly-tuned notes. Jack shot Davey a questioning glance and the suddenly-awkward ghost offered a sheepish shrug, “Sorry.”

A deep breath.

“It’s okay,” Jack managed to choke out, hoping he didn’t sound as close to a breakdown as he felt. “You uh… you didn’t know. Just… I uh… yeah just ask next time.”

“I will,” There was a tone in Davey’s voice that Jack had never heard before. An odd thing to notice considering they had known each other for about 48 hours if he was being generous, but all the (false, Jack was almost certain) confidence was gone and replaced by soft apprehension. Different than the desperate pleading from before, more of a nervous prayer. No, a promise. A promise that went far beyond the surface vow being shared.

Race’s guitar stared at him expectantly and Jack couldn’t help but pick it up, the familiar instrument a weighted blanket on his soul. The first few chords of their old favorite song rang out clear as ever and one of the thorny vines wrapped around Jack’s chest finally began to loosen its death-grip.

“You play guitar too?” Albert joked cautiously. “Got any other hidden talents you wanna share with the class?”

“Nah, I mean. I know how to play but I don’t know how to play.”

Race knew how to play. Jack could strum the right notes and find a complimenting chord but Race knew his guitar better than he knew how to breathe. He could make the strings sing like any room was Carnegie Hall, he could give the instrument its very own soul with the simplest of melodies. It was a wonder he hadn’t figured out how to become a ghost himself just to wipe away the blasphemous layer of dust Jack had allowed to accumulate.

Something like a smile found its way to his lips as Jack imagined his terror of a little brother cracking the secrets of parting the veil between worlds just to dust off his guitar and whack Jack upside the head for being an idiot.

“It looks really good,” Jack found his voice easily this time as he set the guitar back on its stand. “Thanks.”

Davey nodded, still looking uncharacteristically nervous, “No problem.”

Jack’s fingers remained loosely curled around the neck of the guitar, the gentlest sparks of reassurance reaching him through time. Davey’s grip tightened around his own instrument, so subtly he might’ve imagined it. The gaze lingered longer than was probably necessary but Jack couldn’t help but be drawn into the puzzle that was David Jacobs. The smooth, easy confidence that crumbled to insecurity in less than a second. The deliberately carefree attitude until music came into the picture and suddenly he became a wild tornado of passion and near-mania. Jack wondered why he had noticed so much in so little time.

A few agitated thumps of the bass drum pulled the room’s attention to Sarah restlessly twirling a drumstick from her stool, “If I remember correctly, Jack, you’re the one who burst in here saying we have thirty minutes to turn this poem of yours into a song so mind-blowingly epic your bestie doesn’t immediately call the psych ward on you for claiming to see ghosts.”

“Please don’t call him my bestie, he will beat you up,” Jack groaned.

“He can certainly try but one of us learned how to throw things today and it was not him.”

Send an ask if you have questions and/or drabble requests! I may write 500 words, I may write 50, I may write 5,000 who even knows but I will do my best. I have a deadline and thus my brain is ready to do anything other than the fic with the deadline.

[rainysaturdayafternoon]

Oooo, 6, 16, 26, 36, and 46 for the ask game? <3

*cracks knuckles* thanks for the ask !

6. hmm . i love writing , but i’m okay at painting too . . . gonna go with writing <3

16. i really want an ankle tattoo like my mom , a vine with some type of rocky mountain floral. i’d also get a small lockwood and co tattoo , like a small version of the skull on my arm or something .

26. mmm. carmen sandiego and jatp are technically for preteens but i’ve been here long enough to not really think of them as childish . my obsession with The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall , maybe ?

36. meh . it’s ok . i’d prefer a different one but i don’t hate it so much to change it .

46. dark chocolate , hugs and patience from my mom , and a dark , quiet room all to myself . toby bear , my stuffed animal , too .

here’s a bonus nix & marla :

[bisexualmultifandommess]

Hi guys! I made a Julie and the Phantoms as Vines video on my YouTube channel

[never-straight-no]

reggie: who am i? let’s go to the beach, beach

reggie:

reggie: ninki minjaj

[star-astro]

Watch "jatp as vines" on YouTube

Just a bit of shameless self promo but since I've gotten quite a few new followers here and a LOT more views than I expected on yt, here this is again! Hope y'all will check it out 👉👈😅

[peachpitmp3]

willie: *drops a bag of chips*

willie: hurricane katrina? more like hurricane tortilla

alex: *leaves the room*

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

Caleb: That’s it, you’re in time out. Get on top of the fridge!

Willie, climbing the fridge: This house is a FUCKING NIGHTMARE!

[lukepattersun]

killed my last braincell making this, you're welcome

[nicknellie]

My brain went ‘omg imagine the nightmare Julie would have if Reggie the boys found out about Vine’ and then my brain also went ‘write headcanons now’ so I did this:

They find out about Vine in one of three ways, I can’t decide which.

1. Reggie is watching YouTube over Carlos’s shoulder and Carlos watches a Vine compilation.

2. Willie makes a reference that Alex doesn’t get and they spend hours watching all the iconic ones, and Alex tells Luke and Reggie all about it later.

3. Julie and Flynn are quoting it back and forth to each other and the boys are watching on just like ??????? so Julie explains everything.

They each have a favourite, of course.

Luke - “I love you, bitch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, bitch.”

Reggie - “Road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!”

Alex - “Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side!”

Reggie is devastated that they a) didn’t have Vine when they were alive and b) couldn’t come back as ghosts when Vine was at the height of its popularity

Julie will rue the day the boys found out it was a thing

For a week straight, they speak solely in Vine references

Julie: Ok, and after Luke’s solo, Alex you bring the beat in. /// Alex: ANYTHING FOR YOU, BEYONCÉ!

Reggie, backstage at a performance as he looks out at the crowd: Look at all those chickens.

Luke, to Reggie after a killer performance of Home Is Where My Horse Is: Country boyyy, I love you!

Julie tries everything to get them hooked on something else - she even goes so far as to introduce them to TikTok

While they do enjoy the dances, it doesn’t take and they stick to Vine references

Their favourite thing is trying to get Julie to help them recreate the one where the ghost falls over

This happens... so many times

Reggie: Julie, please!

Julie: No, we need to rehearse. Get your guitar.

Luke: It’ll only take like a second!

Alex: We promise! It’ll be super quick!

Julie: Ugh, fine.

Luke: *does the little jump and skip thing, then falls over*

Julie, defeatedly: Who’s there?

Luke, from the floor: Nobody. Fuck off.

Reggie and Alex: *losing their shit*

BONUS - other characters favourite Vines

Julie - “You are my dad. You’re my dad! Lookie, lookie, lookie!” (Because it’s fun to annoy Ray with)

Flynn - “I’m in me mum’s car. Broom broom.” “Get out me car.” “No.”

Willie - “What the fuck, Richard?”

Carrie - “And they were roommates.” “Oh my god, they were roommates.”

Nick - The one with the baby covered in peanut butter. You know the one.

[isjatprenewed]

😒

[hitchell-mope]

Willie: Do you think Build-A-Bear is just a way to get kids interested in taxidermy?

Alex: It's Valentine's Day, please just accept the gift or not.

[bi-bi-buckleydiaz]

i am ✨uncomfy✨ with the ppl outside owen apartment bc I have ✨feelings✨ somethings will be leaked

[threeghosts-nobraincells]

Carrie: hey what do you want to eat

Caleb, trying to possess Nick: the souls of the innocent

Nick: a bagel

Caleb: N O!

Nick: t w o bagels