#julie and the phantoms tour

[missmitchieg]

Madison Reyes said "If Netflix won't give me season 2, I'll organize a whole tour myself!"

[shanwoww]

thinking about a live version of stand tall and how the boys could “poof in”. everyone would already be on stage but there could be a single spotlight on madison, and then one by one owen and jere would “poof in” with a spotlight of their own when it came to their entrance in the song. then for charlie the spotlight on him could flicker on and off until he finally “poofs in”. idk i just think that’d be a cool idea if the cast were to ever do a tour

[artistmarchalius]

Broppy Capture AU, where Branch didn’t confess after World Tour, but a love confession when all hope seems lost is just what they need to free themselves from Velvet and Veneer.

A version without text can be found under the cut.

[catty-words]

here's how fictional band julie and the phantoms going on a real life tour can still win

[moaloves]

The amount of content the jatp cast is posting is v exciting! Im curious what exactly they’re building up to

[onlygenxhere]

Letters From Rose 1993

[amoderndreamletdown]

made a fake Julie and the Phantoms + Dirty Candi tour poster of the 3 year anniversary

[writerownstory]

most of the time I’ve accepted the (cruel) fact that there will not be any more JATP, but sometimes I watch or think about it too much and I get so annoyed that Netflix really cut this show short.

[lvkereggie]

no but imagine we get a jatp tour and sunset curve is the opener to the show and they play the songs from their demo… they will change lives.

[innytoes]

Inny i am so far behind on things and I am going to be honest with you, a/b/o is my fandom Can't, but: am I correct in saying it's your birthday soon?

Anyway, in honor of that and if not, just the fact that you are awesome, consider this a prompt for the a/b/o prompt and pairing you wish someone would have sent 💖

Thank you, it was my birthday on the 7th! And in honour of your prompt I went with 22: Dystopian AU, because who doesn't love a good dystopia. Except then I made it 'crack taken seriously'.

Even though he’d known it had been coming, Willie still felt a little shell-shocked. He knew he didn’t have much rights or even a say as an Omega, but he thought he’d proven to Caleb that he was worth keeping on. He’d seemed like such a nice guy when he took him in as a twelve year old orphan, an estranged brother of his dad’s. Willie always figured they were estranged because his grandparents had been hella homophobic, but now that he was older, maybe it was just because Caleb was kind of evil.

He certainly didn’t seem to have any qualms selling his nephew to Sunset Curve.

God, that sounded like something out of a bad fanfiction.

It wasn’t even that Caleb had sold him to Sunset Curve on purpose. Caleb had managed to snag Sunset Curve to play in between the regular show. Which was kind of Willie’s dream come true, since he’d been a massive fan since before the got famous. Ever since that time he’d snuck out at fifteen and found them playing in front of a club he’d been trying to sneak into.

So he hadn’t even thought about it when Caleb told him to make sure he looked presentable, like, of course he was going to. His favourite celebrities ever got a special table up front. And he hadn’t really noticed that the scent-blocking spray Caleb made him put on so he ‘wouldn’t be a distraction’ had been replaced with something else. And he didn’t think about how Caleb had let him go off his suppressants a week ago, saying something about how it was healthy to take a break every so often, and he’d get paid vacation time when he had his heat.

He just danced his heart out and tried not to laugh when Luke exclaimed, his mouth half full ‘this is a meatball sub, ohmygooood’ just as Willie was bringing out their new drinks. He shamelessly flirted a little with the entire band, but only like, as a joke. Sure they were kind of the same age but it wasn’t like Willie, an Omega waiter, had any shot with these rich and famous Alphas.

He hadn’t noticed that the table next to Sunset Curve had been watching him, too.

It wasn’t until after Sunset Curve’s show and Caleb’s ‘dessert’ were over that he noticed something was up. Because Caleb put his hand on the back of Willie’s neck and steered him right towards the reserved tables. For a hot second, Willie thought his uncle had remembered that he was a big fan of Sunset Curve, but then he was lead to the table next to them, and slowly it dawned on him.

Caleb wanted to sell him to the creepily smirking, oily-looking hedge fund manager at table two.

But before the deal could be finished, the drummer – Alex, his favourite – had leaned over and looked Caleb right in the eye and told him he’d pay ten thousand more.

Which was how he ended up on a tour bus, with a bag that Fuego had randomly shoved some of his belongings into at his feet. At least he’d been nice enough to include his skateboard.

Except unlike in the fanfictions, there was a lot of yelling going on.

“What the hell, dude?” Bobby had said almost as soon as the door closed. Reggie had guided Willie further to the back, awkward smiles and a gentle hand on his shoulder, and Willie looked out the window as the Club – his only home for the last six years – slowly disappeared from view.

Reggie had been nice, getting him a water, asking his name, asking his favourite pizza toppings, anything to distract from the shouting up front, the shaking of Willie’s hands, the tears he was trying very valiantly not to shed.

They were already nearing the city limits when Luke bit out: “Is Reggie not enough for you?”

At hearing his name, Reggie’s head jerked up, and he looked hurt. Which, what? Oh wait. Oh. Oh.

“Luke, shut up,” Bobby said, and Luke glared at him.

“What? Just because a cute Omega flirts with Alex once, all of a sudden he’s willing to-”

“No, shut up,” Bobby stressed. “Because that Omega hasn’t signed an NDA yet.”

All three of the Alphas stopped and turned to look at him, and Willie ducked his head. It wasn’t like he could do anything, anyway, now that Alex owned him. Like, signed the paperwork, got to decide if Willie gets to eat and sleep and get medical care, never mind if he was allowed to talk to anyone, owned him.

Still…

“I won’t tell anyone,” he said, because yeah, Reggie being an Omega when everyone thought Sunset Curve was an all-Alpha band was a pretty big secret. “Please, I’ll do anything. I can be a good roadie, or I can do your laundry, or whatever.” Don’t think about the stuff they want in fanfiction, don’t do it, even though he wasn’t going to lie, he’d thought about that from time to time, staring at the poster above his bed, because how could he not?

“I’m glad Alex helped Willie,” Reggie said firmly, which seemed to soften the postures of the other three band members. “Did you hear how creepy that other guy was being? Asking about his virginity and stuff? Besides, having some Omega arm candy might actually be helpful, you know?” He shot Willie a crooked grin, and Willie tried not to flush at the idea of hanging off Reggie’s arm on the red carpet. Like, even if he wasn’t an Alpha, he was still Reggie Peters, and Willie wouldn’t be faking any kind of swooning.

“He could be a good cover for Reggie’s heats,” Alex offered, nervously. “That way we don’t have to worry about any more rehab stories popping up.”

That had been last year, some gossip rag wondering why Reggie wasn’t out and about for a week off, when various members of Sunset Curve had been spotted in public. Though now that Willie thought about it, never all three of them at once. Which meant someone was probably always with Reggie, helping him… yeah, don’t think about that, or he’d go very, very flushed. Sunset Curve had played it off as food poisoning, and #poisonhotdogs had been a meme for a while, but that wouldn’t work every time.

“I can do that,” he eagerly agreed. He’d probably have to stay on suppressants then for his own heats, but if that meant he wasn’t going to be some creepy business dude’s live-in sex slave, he was all for it.

“You’re still signing an NDA,” Bobby muttered grumpily, flopping down in one of the chairs opposite of him and Reggie. “And doing laundry. Except Luke’s, I’m pretty sure that stuff is a biohazard.”

“Be nice,” Reggie warned. “Willie said he likes pineapple on pizza, so now you finally have someone who will go halfsies with you when we order pizza.”

Bobby blinked, and then shrugged. “Good enough for me,” he agreed. “Welcome aboard, Willie.”

“It’s still coming out of your money, not the band’s fund,” Luke grumbled at Alex, but he flopped down, basically on top of Bobby, so there was room for Alex to scoot in as well. Bobby just wrapped his arm around Luke’s waist, and oh, the whole ‘band as pack’ thing wasn’t something they played up for the press. They were actually like that. That was kind of nice, since so often it was just some marketing ploy.

The sight of three Alphas staring him down was kind of intimidating, though. Especially when one of them basically owned his very soul. Except Alex gave a self-conscious smile, just as cute and dorky as he was in the interviews Willie watched over and over, and he couldn’t help but smile back. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe it would be better than a fanfiction.  

[lunaslogs]

Series

Here's a list of series/franchises I desperately need to re-watch or start watching. Feel free to take inspo!

Star Wars (my childhood fr, I'm an Anakin defender)

Transformers, the movies and the original series (BORN TO BE A DECEPTICON, FORCED TO BE AN AUTOBOT also someone please give my boy Starscream a break)

The Tinkerbell movies (SILVERMIST >>)

Literally anything Dylan O' Brien is in (I've been on a DOB binge and it's starting to get concerning)

My Babysitter's A Vampire, the movie and the show (I have a type and it's dorks. Ask my partners, they'll tell you)

She-Ra and The Princesses of Power (my girlfriend has been begging me to watch this and I promised I would so Lili if you see this, I'm keeping my promise)

The Frozen movies (BORN FROM COLD AND WINTER AIR AND MOUNTAIN RAIN COMBINING-)

Julie And The Phantoms (hopelessly praying for a second season that we know damn well we aren't getting)

Pretty Little Liars (I started it but I didn't finish it)

The Eras Tour (I NEED TO GET MY DISNEY+ BACK)

Teen Wolf: The Movie (I've avoided it because of all of the hate I've seen of people saying it completely screws with the OG canon and now I don't know if I should watch it)

Schmigadoon (I'd re-watch it with my friend just to traumatize her with Aaron Tveit's pants, she's absolutely terrified of how high rise they are on him)

To All The Boys I've Loved Before Trilogy (Jordan Fisher.)

The entire TVDU (I'm never getting over Enzo's death)

Back To The Future Trilogy (MARTY MCFLY IS JUST THAT GUY also thank you Broadway gods for casting Casey Likes in the musical)

Riverdale (my guilty pleasure and canonically one of the few shows I actually see inputting a polycule and not using it to mock polyamorous people or make the butt of the joke. Obviously not the best representation but it's Riverdale so...)

Ghostbusters 1, 2, Afterlife, and Frozen Empire (can you tell I was raised with 80's/90's movies?)

This is Luna, logging off!

[jmrothwell]

For the three sentences: Willex + seat neighbours on a long distance flight?

Alex knew a global tour would mean long flights, knowing that didn’t make the experience any more comfortable, especially when no matter how much he twisted and turned and pretzeled himself in the small space his stupidly long legs wouldn’t stop aching. 

“Hey hot dog,” Willie–one of their few recurring roadies who lucked out on also getting hired to oversee all the local crews the label had hired–gently nudged alex and gestured to where Reggie, Luke, and Julie had somehow managed to fall asleep cuddled together, legs stretched out in the space between them–no Alex wasn’t jealous…yes he knows he’s slightly lying to himself.

Although he doesn’t get long to wish he too could find a way to stretch out like that before Willie turns his smile to him and suggests following their lead, Alex can’t recall the exact words and doesn’t remember agreeing, but he must have seeing as Willie’s legs are soon stretched out in front of Alex’s seat and Alex’s feet in front of Willie’s.

(Send me an AU and a pairing and I'll write a 3 sentence fic)

[mouse-fantoms]

Not me being like two Josh shows away from Madi if I had gone to the NYC one which was the ones she was at.

THOUGH-

I do be matching with her since I got that same hoodie at the tour so 👀 I got that goin for me

[hey-op-just-kill-me]

Moodboard requests?? I feel like I haven’t done those in a while and I miss them

[todayontumblr]

Wednesday, July 5.

Taylor Swift Fan: Woman hides identity because she called in sick to work.

Not all heroes wear capes. That said, some nearly do. Some instead wear a pink, white polka dot towel over their head, adorned with sunglasses to keep the look effortlessly stylish. This magnificent look, like a nonchalant phantom, is then captured on tape forEvermore in live, broadcast interview—and sent gleefully around the World Wide Web. This is a look of disguise as necessitated by trying circumstance, yet fearlessness in the face of tyranny. This is someone who will not be bowed by threats of disciplinary measures such as "verbal or written warnings", "demotions", "pay cuts", "suspensions", or even "termination." This is the look of someone who spits in the face of such threats and then wipes the saliva dribbling down her chin with the towel handily draped over her head. This is Taylor Swift Fan: Woman hides identity because she called in sick to work.

Hers is ultimately a parable of choice—of the decisions made when confronted by tyranny, and the lengths one may take in pursuit of what really matters. Faced with the threats of those "superior" to you, and the opportunity to experience #the eras tour, what would you do? Cow from the promise of disciplinary measures? Or do whatever it takes to attend @taylorswift's magnum opus: a journey through all of her musical eras, a defying feat of over three hours of 44 songs divided into ten distinct acts to portray the albums conceptually, a tour that has received unanimous critical acclaim for its production, striking visual identities, execution of its concept, and Swift's musicianship, vocals, charisma, stamina, and versatility as an entertainer? 

Faced with such a dilemma, Taylor Swift Fan did what must be done. She took her phone, feigned a cough, and tickled her nostril until she started sneezing. She called her captors and told them im so sorry *cough* im sick and i wont be able to make it into work today, before taking the lift in her apartment, selecting B (for basement), and emerging in the TayCave below. She walks along a metal walkway, past supercomputers on standby. At the end of the walkway in a pristine glass cabinet, lit up lavender in the darkness, is a mannequin. This mannequin, silent and ready, sports a pink polka dot towel adorned with sunglasses. She presses a taybutton on the Cave wall, and the cabinet opens. 

Whoever you are, wherever you are, know that we see you. Know that you are the best of us.

[onlygenxhere]

OOoh, some Letters From Rose please?

Letters from Rose is as advertised. It's letters from Rose Molina, or rather before she was a Molina mostly to Victoria when she leaves home to go to LA to make it as a rock star. I have most of this outlined and quite a few letters written but then the supernatural au took over my brain and I haven't gone back to this. So after rereading over some letters here's a new one. It's the fifth letter, about 7 months after she moves.

February 14, 1993

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I know it’ll be well after when you get this but I had some time today so I thought I should write. Can’t believe it’s been almost two months since I was home for Christmas. I miss you sis! Those four days went by way too fast.

I can't thank you enough for going with me to Kat’s house to deliver her presents. I think I would have gotten more than the fourth degree I did get because you were there.

And I just wanna say how good it was to see your “friend” Marco again. Interesting that he bought you that stuffed bear for Christmas. I’m making a prediction right now that you two will be dating by the end of the school year at the latest.

He better ask you to prom sobrina!  

So I have a little bit of news about my own love life.  

You know how we have the rule about not dating people in the band? Well, Travis and I kinda broke that when I got back from Arizona. Apparently he missed me and well, one thing has lead to another and without sharing more than mami needs to read. We’re dating now.

I hope you can come visit me this summer when you’re out of school so you can meet him. I know you said you liked meeting Maria, so I know you’ll like Travis too. I think he’d good for me. Helps me get out of my head when I’m thinking too hard or get so lost in the music I forget to eat or sleep.

We’ve been so busy here! But busy in a good way. Lots of gigs. Mr. Williamson has us booked every weekend till April! I’m working on new music too! I got inspired when I was home.

Guess that goes to show I need to come home more often. Or at least see my favorite sister more.

I love you and I miss you.

Write back soon!

Rose