#julie and her himbos

[jatpistoowholesomesomebodyhugme]

Flynn: On the scale from "Damn Daniel" to "Fre sha vaca do", how are you feeling?

Julie: In between "It's an avocado, thanks" and "how did you defeat Captain America", but as a solid answer I would say "I don't need a degree to be a coat hanger." How about you Reggie?

Reggie, unbothered: Probably "Road work ahead"

Luke, mad that he doesn't understand: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

Alex, visable confusion: How does Reggie even know all this?

[hollywoods-ghost-clubs]

*dusts off this blog because i rewatched jatp yesterday and have been looping the soundtrack all day today*

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: What's their favourite Christmas song?

Day Twelve: Turn The Christmas Music On <-AO3!

The band was driving to get a tree for the studio when Alex groaned, reaching forward between the seats to twist the radio dial to another station.

“Hey, shotgun controls the radio, we all agreed!” Luke protests from his spot in said seat.

“Dude, that’s all well and good, but not when we have to listen to fucking Christmas Shoes,” Alex said.

“I normally am all for the sanctity of the shotgun rule,” Julie said. “But I’m with Alex here. Fuck that song.”

“What is it?” Reggie asked. “I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”

“How?” Alex asked.

“Usually I have my phone plugged into the speaker,” Reggie replied with a shrug. “Plus you guys know that I don’t listen to Christmas music unless it’s Kenny & Dolly. Or the occasional John Denver.”

“But they play it literally everywhere!” Julie stated.

“Which is why I wear headphones. I don’t celebrate the holiday, so I don’t have to put up with the terrible music.”

“Not all of it is terrible,” Luke comments. “You liked TSO.”

“Most of that is just rock guitars with a holiday twist,” Reggie argued. “But yes, I will admit to enjoying that, even if the concert you made me watch gave me a headache from the light show.”

“Anyways,” Julie interjected, “Christmas Shoes is an awful Christian song based on a book… and I think there’s a made for TV movie too? It’s about this boy who loses his mom on Christmas Eve and asks Santa for a pair of shoes so she can look nice for when she meets Jesus.”

Reggie gaped at that, and turned around to look at Julie, as if to ascertain she was serious. They were at a stoplight, thankfully, so she nodded gravely. “That’s fucking sick!” Reggie exclaimed.

“It’s grief porn,” Alex said. “And disgusting. My church loved it, tried to make it some uplifting thing, but it makes my skin crawl.”

“And I think you can all tell why I would hate it,” Julie piped up.

“Yeah, sorry Luke, you’re outvoted here. Shotgun rule of the radio is overturned if that awful drek comes on my radio,” Reggie said decisively.

“I don’t like it either,” Luke grumbled. “I was gonna turn it off myself before Alex got to it. But I suppose that’s fair. But I am so changing the channel because we’ve been listening to NPR for five minutes now.”

“Just plug my phone in and we can listen to some good old Kenny & Dolly,” Reggie said.

“No. No way. I am still in control, and I get to choose the music,” Luke stated firmly. “And there is no way we are listening to country while I’m in control.” He turned the dial until it settled back to the original station, the last strains of Nat King Cole fading out.

But then the next song started and everyone had to laugh when it was “With Bells On”, and Reggie started singing along, loud and obnoxiously, Alex and Julie grinning as they joined in. Luke scowled but made no move to change the station. He may not like country, but he would admit, deep deep down, that his friends did sound good while singing it.

[crybabyddl]

Once again, i miss him

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

i’ll never forget that the first time i watched julie and the phantoms, during the last episode after they became corporeal and hugged i just shouted “THEY CAME BACK TO LIFE BECAUSE OF THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP” and immediately burst into tears

[doverstar]

don't think I'll ever get over how tickled I was watching JATP for the first time during Edge of Great and how Luke kept expecting Julie to interact with him in that special way during the song and she was trying so hard not to and they had him so intentionally want it and notice it not happening and keep trying to get it. like I think about that all the time. it was so juicy. so fun to be in agony for their lil teenage romance during one song in her driveway. Perfect Harmony was nice but. I need more delicious experiences like that in shows

[authoricdemon]

Thinking about ghost narratives again. Specifically about ones that are about someone who is the only one who can see the ghost(s). Whether played for laughs or drama, they always have something about what they left unfinished. Whether they never got to complete their life’s mission or never got to make up with someone important. Because death steals away our endings. But then someone who is living can see them and interact with them. And they can help give the ghost(s) and their loved ones some sense of closure.

And I think that’s an important emotional story to tell.

[innytoes]

Mistakes were made and the GPP?

Willie was with Carrie and the Candis when they got the call. Well, Carrie got the call. They'd been doing each other's nails, not really watching Magic Mike except for the Good Parts. Kayla had gotten some fancy foaming face mask for them to try and it was ridiculous and fun. Willie wasn't sure if it actually did anything but he liked the way it poofed up.

"You what?" Carrie asked, pressing the phone to her ear. The foam was flaking off her face because of her frown. Uh-oh. "Fine. When my nails are dry. No, you sit and think about what you did."

"Uh-oh," Heather said, echoing Willie's thoughts.

"Do we want to know?" Kayla asked.

"The himbos got arrested," Carrie said, sighing. "They want me to come bail me out."

"I'll come with," Willie volunteered. Carrie drove scarily when she was annoyed. Also, she would totally forget to take pictures of them in jail to share in the group chat.

"Let them wait," Carrie said, leaning back to watch Matt Bomer shake his groove thang on stage. "Maybe that will teach them."

"Have you met them?" Kayla asked, which was a fair question.

By the time their nails were dry, their face masks were washed off and they got to the station, over an hour had passed. As Carrie paid for the bail, Willie had his camera ready. The hangdog expressions as first Reggie, then Alex, and then Luke came out were hilarious.

He wasn't expecting the last person.

"JULIE?" he shouted. "You got Julie arrested? And I wasn't even along for the ride? How could you?"

"Please don't take a picture," Julie begged. "If that somehow gets out to my Tía I won't be able to leave the house until I'm sixty." Even though she didn't even live at home anymore. Willie had met Victoria. She'd find a way.

"Well, we wouldn't want that," Willie said, because he wasn't an asshole. He put the phone away, opening his arms for a hug. Baby's first arrest was always a little scary. He remembered the first time he and Alex were arrested, the guy had been in tears. Julie burrowed into his cozy sweater, letting him wrap her in a hug.

"So what happened?" he asked.

"There was a cat," Reggie said like that explained it all.

"We thought it was in trouble," Alex added.

"We got arrested for trespassing," Julie mumbled into Willie's chest.

"Mistakes were made," Luke ended.

"You four owe me so hard," Carrie said. "I'm not doing the dishes for four months."

"That's fair," Reggie agreed. Luke shrugged, and Alex looked properly chastised. Julie nodded, still not coming up for air. Willie gently patted her head.

"How about we go home and you can tell us all about it," he suggested.

Eventually, the charges were dropped when Reggie sincerely described the owner's cat back to them, down to the little black spot under its eye, and they realised that the four really had just been trying to help. Turned out Fluffy was kind of a murderer, and the blood on her paws had definitely not been hers but some poor squirrel or something.

And Julie's mugshot ended up on the fridge with the others, though carefully hidden whenever Victoria would be over. After all, Willie didn't want to miss her until she was sixty.

[omiscendo]

I never noticed that in Wake Up it looks less like Alex, Reggie, and Luke happened to just enter the garage at that time and more like Julie’s music summoned them to her. Like some kind of foreshadowing to Stand Tall or smtg idk it’s been a long time

[therighthandofvengeance]

Poor Sheridan. He keeps sending Ivanova on missions with someone who’s madly in love with her, and she just keeps interrupting every single romantic endeavor of which he ever finds himself to be a part.

[angelwiththeblue-box]

not to be sentimental but i really love this show and i know that many fantoms are but i met so many of my favorite people (including my bf) and i hate netflix for canceling it but it will forever be my comfort show <3

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taglist: @joshkiszkashusband @thedrowningpoetofdionysus @thedragonemperess @blueskiesandstarrynights @genuine-possum @someguyiguess @depressedtransguy (lemme know if you want to be added or removed!!)

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt: What are their Christmas insecurities?

Day Twenty Three: You Make It Feel Like Christmas <-AO3!

Julie was not a fan of shopping for people. Mainly because she was a gift perfectionist. Each present had to be well thought out, and perfectly suited for the recipient.

This year was especially hard because she had four ghosts to shop for. Like, what do you even get for ghosts?

They could only be seen by people not connected to Julie while playing or at the Hollywood Ghost Club in Willie’s case, so gift cards to stores was out. See also anything to do with food, as all it did was remind them how much they missed eating.

She could get them music stuff, but after her dad found out about the guys, that was what he and tia had opted for, so that idea went nowhere. Ditto games because while they had permission to use Carlos’ systems they seemed to be happy enough playing his emulators of games from their childhoods.

She did up a scrapbook for the band, but she wanted something for each of them to unwrap on Christmas morning.

Which left clothes. Not the best gift, but it was one of the few options she had left.

Her dad had gotten the guys a cheap dresser to store stuff in, and they had more basics now, but their wardrobe was still limited. Julie took advantage of laundry day to peek at their sizes, and off to the stores she went.

Willie was easy; crop tops in funky patterns with equally funky socks. She scoured a few stores and found a good collection, and a truly awful ugly holiday sweater, just because she knew he’d get a kick out of it.

Alex liked shirts with 80’s pop idols and anything pink, though he had admitted that his fascination with the colour came from an incident with a red sock that ruined his whites. So for him, she gets him a pair of red socks, to be cheeky, and a few new shirts in soft pastel colours.

Luke was the easiest; cut offs, band tees, and hideaway socks. The problem was finding shirts of bands he liked that he didn’t already have. Thankfully she found a bunch of vintage Green Day and Nirvana shirts at a thrift store and bought those.

She left Reggie for last. Even though she had taken him shopping a few times, he just bought more of the same few staples; monochromatic shirts, ripped skinny jeans, and that was it. She had offered to get him a new flannel, since his was getting worn, or a bigger leather jacket as he had started outgrowing his before he died. But no dice.

Alex was the one who told her that Reggie’s MeeMaw had bought him the flannel for his last birthday, so there was no replacing that. And the guys had gotten him the jacket, and Reggie considered it his signature piece, refusing to give it up.

“It made the bullies stop picking on him, because he was putting out the tough exterior,” Alex admitted. “He got into a lot less scraps then.”

Julie wished she could have known the guys when they were alive, because the little snippets she got made her more and more convinced that they had badly needed friends outside each other, and a caring environment to grow up in. The best she could do now was give them as much love as she could, both her and her family.

That’s when she got an idea. She still got a few new staples plus some fun doggy socks for Reggie and headed off to home.

On Christmas Eve morning, she pulled the guys into the living room, and thrust a present at each of them. Each of them ripped open the packages, and Luke’s face struggled not to fall. “Oh. You got us socks?”

“Not only socks,” Julie said, giving them each a gift bag. On top were the clothes she picked out, but there on the bottom, she had given them each a set of…

“Pyjamas?” Alex asked.

“Every year, we Molinas get a set of matching holiday jammies,” Julie admitted. “This year… well you guys are my family too. Molina or not. So you get pyjamas too. To wear tomorrow morning for breakfast and stockings are the rest of the gifts.”

“Thank you Julie,” Reggie said, and she could see his eyes were a little glassy, and could hear a tiny sniffle in his voice. That was what made Julie sure she had made the right choice.

“Group hug?” Willie proposed.

Everyone nodded and agreed. Getting up in a large embrace, glowing as whatever magic Julie possessed thrummed through the air, letting them touch, letting the guys be more visible, more present… more alive. It came and went, but right now Julie was incredibly glad it worked, because if she wasn’t able to hug them right then, she would cry.

Okay, maybe she was crying anyways, but so were they, so no one said anything.

Happy tears could flow freely, especially at Christmas.

The next morning they all showed up in their pyjamas, grinning and bouncing, humming and singing as Ray snapped a family photo, and they finally were able to see them, not a bunch of orbs. Carlos thought it was lame, but Reggie timidly asked for a copy for the studio. “Our first family portrait.”

“I’d be happy to do that for you mijo,” Ray replied. And no one mentioned when the tears started anew, until it was time for stockings, and they disappeared. At least until the game of charades that afternoon anyway.

Though Julie was totally blaming that on how hard they were all laughing, and not how much they felt like a family for the first time in so long.

But she was totally keeping that photo for after they made it big and made their inevitable Christmas album.

[naughtygeek49]

Okay I finally gave in to the pressure and started watching JATP (which I'm sure I'll regret cause I'll get pissed they cancelled it) BUT YOURE TELLING ME ALEX IS CANONICALLY GAY AND THATS NOT JUST A HC?!?!

[crybabyddl]

listening to the soundtrack isnt enough i need to be front row at a jatp concert tour

[bat-myriam-love]

Debería hacer más edits como este jajska

[starlady-baby]

“Uh oh, somebody’s got a crush on Julie!”

Yes Luke, and it’s you-

Luke Patterson in that purple henley in the locker scene is something so special