#missjoolee

[preoccupied-educator]

For the mood board game thing. This probably is hyper specific but college dorm blanket fort juke please. Hahaha. You seem like you would know about such things 😜

holy wow...let's not look at the date you sent this to me..and also the date that I put this moodboard into my drafts I don't have a summary for this per say..it's mostly just cozy Autumn vibes, but here is what I'm thinking - Maybe Luke and Julie meet in their college dorm...both of them there to study something that isn't necessarily their passion - Luke's parents won't pay for a music degree, and Julie can't bring herself to play music since her mom passed. They get paired up in a class, and become something close to friends. It's approaching a holiday break...but neither of them are going home. Julie can't afford to fly back, Luke is avoiding his parents. They end up being some of the only students in their building for a few days. The dorm cafeteria is closed so she runs into him in the shared kitchen burning scrambled eggs (and trying to salvage them with peanut butter), he finds her in the lounge binging some terrible reality show and gets sucked right in (he says it's because she has snacks and she graciously shared). One of them invites the other to walk across campus to the undergrad pub for a "real meal", which turns into an invitation to a movie night in Julie's dorm, which then turns into some light-hearted teasing from Luke about the amount of throw pillows she owns (courtesy of Tia Victoria, she says) and that turns into Luke putting the throw pillows to use in a blanket fort while Julie picks the movie and raids her care-package stash for the best snacks. I'm not sure how it ends...but because it's me there's probably going to be a first kiss, maybe the blanket fort coziness gets to them and they end up dozing off together and she cooks him eggs the next morning (sans peanut butter and crispy burnt bits of course) and they live happily ever after as college sweethearts. The end.

[tangledstarlight]

Its so stupid, but I saw your tags on the forced rhubarb post

And was like, "it might have been a terrible trip, but we can make it juke/jatp"

Julie stealing Luke's flannel

Luke trying to write a melody with the rhubarb as the percussion

Reggie complaining about the lack of snacks

Etc. Etc.

Anyway 😅 hope you are doing well!

pls know i saw this before i went to bed last night and it had me giggling so much i swear my dreams were rhubarb themed dkfhfg

the mental image of them being in this pitch black room all being told to be quite when all of a sudden there's a flash of light as luke turns his phone on so he can record 'the authentic sounds of rhubarb growing alex! we could totally use this for a killer song'

[claire8216]

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day!

Thank you for writing things that affect me down to my soul. I know you've had a harder time recently with writing (finding motivation, finding time) but always know that whenever you share something is when it was meant to be shared.

thank you so much for joining the taters and then the gubs and being such a support system to the spirals. they could not have spiraled so fast or so hard without you.

<3 <3 <3

Joolee I’m 🥺🥺

This seriously means the world!! I’m so genuinely thankful for you and our friendship. Best decision I made in the last few years was watching jatp and deciding to pick up writing again because it let to you and the rest of our wonderful group chat!

Our spirals hold a very special place in my heart (#onlyskates 😝) and I look forward to many more!

Love you, friend! And happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to YOU too!! Thanks again so much for these lovely words 💙

[sagechan]

yeah this is exactly what I mean!! put 'em right in the tags! fanartists check tags! we love tags on your reblogs!

not trying to put anyone on blast, but this is exactly the kind of interaction that fanfic writers and fanartists on this site are begging you to move away from. this isn't tiktok or instagram or twitter, where engagement is driven by likes and replies. if you like something on tumblr you need to REBLOG it so it gets spread around! 50% of the reblogs on the post this comment is replying to are from me, the original poster!! because no one reblogs anything on this site anymore! you like it, awesome! now reblog it! otherwise the post I made, the fanwork I spent hours/days making, just sits on my blog and goes nowhere. YOU the reader drive engagement by ENGAGING with the material on this site. it has always been a challenge for fanfiction writers on this site to get any kind of traction or reblogs, but it is only getting worse with the influx of users from other social media platforms where you are encouraged to do no more than click like and keel scrolling. a reply/comment on the post is nice, and appreciated! but it doesn't do anything to share the work. reblog the stuff you like to support the artists and writers you like.

[pearlcaddy]

Happy National Julie Day to Julie Molina and @missjoolee!

[onlygenxhere]

A conversation between me, @innytoes, @missjoolee, @floating-in-the-blue, and @jatp-spinsb about that grindr post that went around a while ago about needing a screwdriver and not a hookup has led to a Juke version of that prompt. (I didn't think there was one) I'm not sure what to call it.

It was a lazy Saturday morning and Julie was cooking herself some bacon and eggs scrolling through the dating app Flynn had talked her into installing last night after her third glass of wine.

When the talk had turned to how long it had been since she’d been laid her best friend had insisted this new app was the way to break her dry spell. It was marketed as a dating app but was more popular for being the hetero version of grinder. On the plus side the men couldn’t message the women till they messaged them first. It was sexist as hell but when it came to a possible hookup Julie appreciated it.

She sighed as she swiped left on a guy that listed sky diving as one of his favorite hobbies. “Hell to the no.” She muttered under her breath.

She’d actually forgotten all about the app until her do not disturb turned off at nine and her phone started pinging that there were a few matches within the default radius of two miles.

She paused on a pretty cute guy that seemed to be a little too fond of his admittedly nice arms when the smell of her bacon burning finally pulled her attention back to her breakfast that was about to be ruined.

“Shit!” She dropped her phone on the table and only halfway noticed Dahlia, her cat, jumping up as she moved to save her bacon from ruin.

“Dahlia down!” She scolded over her shoulder as she turned the stove off and pulled the bacon out, laying it on a paper towel.

The cat ignored her of course, continuing to sniff at her phone, as she went about making herself a sandwich with her eggs and bacon.

She took a bite and moaned happily as she sat back down, pushing Dahlia’s nose away from her still open screen and froze.

Apparently the cat had sent the guy with the arms a message and he had replied.

Several times….

Me Ooo kiiiop

Luke Oh thank god Hi Hey I’m not actually looking for a date or hook up right this moment Not that your picture isn’t gorgeous But my bathroom sink is currently overflowing and what I really need is a flat head screwdriver I’m not sure if I have enough towels to keep my apartment from flooding. Hello?

Well shit. If his apartment was anything like hers there wasn’t a universal cut off so he’d have to wait for maintenance to get there and, again, if it was like hers, he could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few days showing up.

She checked his location and saw he was literally on the next block over and sighed. Guess she was going to get her good deed out of the way for the day.

Me Be there in five

She wolfed down her sandwich as she pulled out her little tool kit her tia had gifted her when she moved in, grabbed an armful of towels and her keys and was out the door in record time jogging down the block in her bare feet.

She was headed up the steps of Mr. arms, sorry, Luke’s building when her phone pinged twice.

Luke You’re a life saver Apartment 3C

“Of course you live on the third floor.” She grumbled as she started to climb. Realizing halfway up she didn’t have a bra on. At least her tank wasn’t white.

She banged at 3C’s door with her elbow three times as she tried to catch her breath before it was jerked open and she nearly fell in.

Her first thought was maybe he had a right to be proud of those arms because his profile picture hadn’t done them justice.

He also hadn’t been soaking wet in that picture.

Floppy brown hair curling around his forehead and dripping down his face, pajama pants hanging low on narrow hips and a sleeveless t-shirt plastered to an equally impressive torso.

“Oh thank god!” He grabbed the towels and the toolbox out of her hands and rushed down the hall. “Come on in!”

She took a steadying breath as she stepped inside the apartment. It looked much like her own with only a small sofa, books and a decent sized tv in the small living room. But where she had her piano by her balcony door, he had an amp and guitar.

Julie shook her head and moved down the hall to the bathroom curious how bad the situation was.

She tried not to laugh as she peaked around the corner. There were wet towels everywhere and a literal spray of water coming out from under one of the faucets. Luke was on the floor with her screwdriver turning something she couldn’t see.

Whatever he was doing seemed to be working because the deluge of water started to slow and then stop.

He sat up with a sigh, pushing his wet hair off his face and smiled at her. “All better.”

She felt a throb between her legs and her nipples tighten. Fuck, that smile should come with a warning label.

“Glad I could help.” She smiled back at him as she casually crossed her arms over her chest.

He stood up, that smile never wavering and placed her screwdriver back in the little tool kit. He clicked it closed and passed it to her. “Can I buy you breakfast or something?” He seemed to finally be looking at her, probably noticing her lack of shoes, her flannel shorts and her tank top that she definitely had a bra on under. “Or can I make you breakfast?”

She shrugged. “Do you have a dryer?”

“What?” He laughed.

She waved at the mountain of wet towels all over the floor.

“Ah, no.” He sighed. “I’ll have to take them to the laundromat later.”

She bit her lip. This was probably a bad idea, or a really really good one. “I have a dryer.”

“Yeah?” He took a step toward her, his eyes twinkling in interest. “I already owe you for the screwdriver and now you’re offering the use of your dryer too. I’m gonna have to take you to dinner or something.”

She could swear his eyes dropped to her lips as she licked them. “Or something.”

He took another step toward her, forcing her to tilt her head up to meet his eyes.

She let her arms drop to her sides as he slid a hand around her waist ever so slowly, giving her all the time in the world to back up or say something.

Talking was not on her mind right now. All she could think about was that wet torso pressing against her thin tank top as he pulled her tight against his chest, and how she owed Dahlia a saucer of milk for her accidental text.

“Hi.” He breathed across her lips. “I’m Luke.”

“Julie.” She whispered as he closed the distance between them.

[innytoes]

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word!

tagged by the amazing @zerolostwalks. My word was GROWL

“Great, so we took a two hour detour for someone who-” Bobby started, before yelping as Reggie jabbed an elbow in his side.

Ray didn’t flip out when he came downstairs in a dress, didn’t get mad when he dyed his hair purple even though he stained the sink, didn’t freak out when he came home with an F.

“Oh yeah, you totally need the collateral,” he agreed, trying to look serious.

We’re officially Ray Approved and not going to steal your kidney.

“Language,” he couldn’t help but say. “I’m a full-blown rock star, I can say fuck,” Luke pouted.

(All of these were taken from the still nameless Foster Care AU Future Fic.)

I'm tagging: @onlygenxhere, @missjoolee, and @floating-in-the-blue

Your word is: FURBY

[thedeathdeelers]

seven sentence sunday (but on a monday)

Tagged by the lovely @onlygenxhere, thank you! 🥰

Rules: In a new post share seven sentences from one of your WIPs.

this is my rewrite of a lovely runner scene but make it juke AU — it’s the final scene where sunjae gets all of his memories back

disclaimer: this is a wip that’s been sitting in my drafts since mid-august and these 7 sentences are literally all that i’ve written for it so far! yay!

the first tear makes its way down her cheek.

“you- you remember…” she whispers, hands shaking as she staggers closer to him.

luke doesnt move, doesn’t breathe — the snow flakes are swirling all around him as more memories flood in, an echo of a familiar feeling bubbling up in his chest.

guilt.

he forgot her. he forgot her.

all of those lives together, all those heart wrenching endings and he forgot-

he hears a loud choking sound just as julie rushes towards him, hands reaching out to cradle his face.

he only belatedly realises that the sound had come out of him.

no pressure tags! @tangledstarlight, @60sec400, @missjoolee & @sunjaesol (i know u have wips 👀)

[floating-in-the-blue]

The darling @hot-elf tagged me, thank youuuu! <3

Last song: nothing in particular. I was listening to a "Chill Instrumental for Work + Study" playlist on Spotify I often use to fall asleep to last night and apparently I wasn't listening to anything while I got ready for work this morning. Huh.

Favourite colour: green (dark mossy green or the 'sunlight through new leaves' kind of green)

Last book: Confusion by Elizabeth Jane Howard. Book three of five in a family saga spanning WWII. I'm taking a little break now with a different book before continuing with the next.

Last movie: Little Miss Sunshine (for the first time, and yes it's as good as people say, but I had no spoilers so I was not prepared for anything XD)

Last show: Currently rewatching She-ra and watching the new season of Tracker, and Doctor Odyssey

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet + savoury, not spicy please

Relationship status: perpetual single

Last thing I googled: not the last thing but one of the last things: when my city will collect the christmas trees

Current obsession: Mostly between obsessions at the moment. I had a brief resurgence of a Stormlight obsession when I read the fifth book over the holidays but that's it.

Looking forward to: seeing various friends over the next few weekends.

no-pressure tagging: @innytoes,@onlygenxhere, @missjoolee, @1mnobodywhoareyou, @jonairadreaming, @thinkmanythingsofit

[missjoolee]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson Characters: Julie Molina, Luke Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor, Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms) Additional Tags: small acts of vandalism, Flirting, Revenge, Minor Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Eggs, Getting Together, Kissing, awkward julie molina, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Summary:

They walk in silence for a few minutes. Julie's thoughts bounce between her anger and frustrations, and the boy walking next to her whose eyes burn into her every time they glance over. She has no clue what's she is going to say to Flynn when they arrive. Eventually, he decides to ask the question that's apparently been on the tip of his brain since she exited the store.

"Are you guys having, like, a bake sale or something?"

When the night she has planned almost ends before it starts, Julie recruits Luke (and by proxy the rest of Sunset Curve) to help her and Flynn pull off a revenge scheme of epic proportions.

Hoping to only gain a little bit of vengeance, Julie is unprepared for the memories and relationships that begin to blossom.

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Excerpt under the cut

Julie made a mistake. It happened... occasionally.

Look, Tetris has never been her game. And all of her instruments have custom bags with nice fitted slots for them to go into. So how was she to realize the six dozen eggs she just bought wouldn't fit in the reusable grocery bag she'd brought with her? The cartons were just barely too long to sit properly in the bottom so she couldn't even use the darn thing to carry a couple of them lest a carton open up and eggs start breaking inside the bag. She needs like an egg carton... crate or something. She glares at the store's bags fluttering in the air conditioning, taunting her with their ability to hold a carton of eggs. She doesn't have any cash to pay for them and the store has a minimum for card.

Sighing, she loops the handles of her bag up to her elbow and slowly starts stacking the cartons in her arms. Guess she will have to GusGus her way out of this one. It's going to take her so long to get back to Flynn. Tucking the last carton under her chin, she slowly brings her hand back down to add support to the bottom of the stack. Then slowly, carefully, she makes her way towards the exit of the store.

The doors slide open at her approach and hot summer air hits her, accompanied by the thrumming chords of a guitar from Luke, the guy that likes to busk near this corner shop in Malibu. He was a nice guy, easy on the eyes. Very. Easy. Julie had stopped many times to listen/talk to him when she was in the area to hang out at Carrie's. Anger floods her at the thought of her now ex-friend.

The guitar screeched to an abrupt stop.

"Whoa, Julie. Do you need help?"

She pauses and considers, but doesn't want to impose. She knows he needs the money he makes from busking to get things for his band.

"O-oh, no. I've got it." She takes another step forward, her shoe immediately catching on a parking block, and she's suddenly tilting forward. Of course this is how she is to go. In a pile of raw eggs in a parking lot on a humid night in front of the guy she's been crushing on for months now. Of course.

Hands catch her shoulders, preventing that sad reality from happening. "Are you sure about that, boss? I don't mind walking with you."

Heat flames her cheeks at the teasing tone, but she doesn't have time to let her embarrassment dictate her actions right now. So, reluctantly looking up at him, she relents. The moment their eyes make contact, the corners of his lips lift up in a soft smile. Despite all the twisted emotions running within her, her stomach flutters.

"Yeah, that'd be helpful. Thanks."

"Let me just.." He gestures behind him at his guitar case awkwardly, before rushing to pack up his things. Slinging the case to his back, he steps back up to her. "Alright, give me half."

She shifts her feet. "I think you will have to take them from me. Something is bound to fall if I move."

"Oh, right!" He quickly, but carefully, takes the top three cartons from her. "Lead the way!"

Julie nods her head to the left. "It's that way."

They walk in silence for a few minutes. Julie's thoughts bounce between her anger and frustrations, and the boy walking next to her whose eyes burn into her every time they glance over. She has no clue what's she is going to say to Flynn when they arrive. Eventually, he decides to ask the question that's apparently been on the tip of his brain since she exited the store.

"Are you guys having, like, a bake sale or something?"

She smirks humorlessly, turning onto the street with the gradual hill upwards. Walls now line the manicured lawns instead of a sidewalk, forcing them to walk in the street. The further they travel, the larger the houses beyond those walls gets.

"Not exactly." Her reply hangs between them. She knows she should offer more explanation than that, but maybe the less he knows the better. Instead, she asks, "What have you been working on recently?"

An elated grin spreads across Luke's face before he jumps right into talking about the latest songs he's been working on. It's actually quite pleasant. The last vestiges of the sun setting, a cool breeze offsetting the heat radiating from the pavement of the street. The attention of her crush smiling down at her. It would be perfect any other night.

The curve of the street eventually reveals a figure with a large package waiting out front of one of the mansions.

"Jules!" Flynn's figure steps out from the shadows of the property's wall. "What took you so long? What's Luke doing here?"

Luke answers before Julie can. "Hey! I insisted on helping after Julie almost immediately dropped all these eggs in the parking lot."

Flynn shoots Julie an unimpressed raised eyebrow. Julie shrugs her shoulders, minding not to jostle the eggs too much. While the girls are silently communicating, Luke's gaze seems to have registered the package at Flynn's feet is an 18-pack of toilet paper and begins to bounce back and forth between it and the eggs. The toilet paper, then the eggs in his arms, back to the toilet paper, to the eggs in Julie's arms, comprehension registers on his face.

"Whoa. What did someone do to piss you two off?"

[story-courty]

tagged by @cakeyouareoh to post my top ten songs from my spotify on repeat playlist! Thanks girl, this was cool to check out!

Fun fact... Most of these have fic implications, which is why they're on repeat... I'm WRITING, okay???

My Escape- Ravenscode

Fools Marching- Tim Be Told

Battle Scars- Paradise Fears

Life Goes On- LeeAnn Rimes

stray- Steve Conte

This is the Moment- Celtic Thunder, Emmet Cahill (who I would 100% marry if he showed up and asked me tomorrow)

Trust Me- Crystal Lewis

Song for Mia- Lizz Wright

Wild Uncharted Waters- Jonah Hauer-King

Get There Soon- Geographer

tagging, if you feel so inclined ^-^, @riderunlove, @missjoolee, @claire8216, @bex2313, @preoccupied-educator, @galentir

[preoccupied-educator]

Are there any songs that make you think of your favourite jatp fics?

Oh, Anon, the question should be ‘what songs don’t make you think of your favourite jatp fics?’ the answer would be much shorter 🫠

Alas, that is not the case! (especially because this is a show about a band, and therefore music is involved in almost all the fics somehow)

In no particular order, songs that immediately come to mind:

Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Deep Blue Something makes me think of We Found Wonderland by @pink-flame (ICanSpellConfusionWithAK on ao3) - the chokehold this fic still has on me 🙃🙃 istg

anything Jukebox the Ghost (iykyk cc: the @pearlcaddy cinematic universe)

@missjoolee wrote one of my favourite one-shots ever (it’s such a vibe) and whenever I hear Sandstorm I am immediately transported to a road trip dance party

@sanssssastark used Don’t Look Back in Anger by Oasis in her fic of the same name and now I can’t listen to Oasis without immediately thinking of Luke Patterson

I could go on and on 🙈 the majority of playlists saved in my Spotify are from juke/jatp fics and a large number of songs in my ‘Liked’ playlist are songs that I rotate the JatP characters to on a daily basis, but this answer has already gotten too long! Perhaps I will share more another day!

Thanks for the ask, Anon, this was fun☺️

[tangledstarlight]

Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day!

thank you for, well, ff!luke. lol. and 'not actually a' lumberjack!luke. great mental images that i can never be rid of.

honestly all of your stories that i've read have been truly wonderful. the feels. THE FEELS. but for realsies, i know you've been struggling with writers block/motivation but be nice to yourself. have you seen how much you've already shared? phew! you'll get there :)

aww thank you!!! genuinely feeling very emotional over this and i’m nearly crying in the office🥺🥺

[claire8216]

Choose violence 4, 10 and 23 please!

4. What was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person? To be honest, I take absolutely no issue with blocking people lol. Tumblr is my safe/happy place, and if there's someone or something that's repeatedly showing up that's interfering with that, I don't want it.

But also, if I see someone being rude or offensive, especially towards my friends or myself, you're getting blocked immediately.

10. Worst part of fanon For JatP, anything that justifies Bobby stealing Luke's songs. Blows my mind how people have spun it to where they think it's okay on any level.

Gonna answer for OBX too because why not haha. The idea that Kie and Rafe have a history. It gives me the ick.

23. Ship you've unwillingly come around to Benedict Bridgerton and literally anyone that's not Henry Granville, the artist from S1 😂

I shipped them sooo much (still do) but I've accepted that it's not going to happen, and I'm sure his love story will be great when it's finally his season!

Choosing violence ask game!

[fandomscraziness22]

tagged by @legolasghosty ayyy thanks friend!

Tag some people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: single! but with my first ever date tomorrow night ahhhhhhh

Song stuck in my head: random snippets from all of His Story the musical, since I've only listened to it twice i dont know any of it lol

Last song I listened to: It's Started from His Story (i just finished my listen through again lol)

Three favorite foods: cheese fondue, chocolate chip cookies, pretzels

Last thing I googled: different spellings of encyclopedia (for @anthonyjlockwood angst week fic!)

Dream trip: New Zealand to visit Hobbiton!!!!

Anything I want right now: uhhhh for this fic to finish itself so i dont have to work on it

Tagging @sabetha @pearlcaddy @claire8216 @missjoolee if yall want to!

[pearlcaddy]

Tagged by @catty-words to share five songs I’m currently into!

Love Like That by Lauv: This one is a tone target for an original writing idea I’m playing with, so I’m rotating the song in my mind with the plot bunnies to see if they marinate into a viable novel idea.

We Don’t Talk Enough by Quinn XCII and Alexander 23: Both because it’s pretty and because it’s far too relatable at the moment re: homesickness.

Dear August by PJ Harding and Noah Cyrus: Captures my current worries in a very pretty and uplifting way, as well as being very literally relevant at the moment (because I'll have my viva in August or early September, so I’ll find out then “if there’s light at the end of all this starless night”, aka how much more work I have to do on my thesis.) Love when my comfort songs are just a lil too on the nose. A lil too written for me specifically.

A Wave Across A Bay by Frank Turner: No further comment.

Hurdy Gurdy Man by Donovan: It was used in the Willow (2022) soundtrack, which reminded me 1) what a banger it is, and 2) how much I love Donovan’s music.

No pressure tag to @fandomscraziness22 @tangledstarlight @thedeathdeelers @missjoolee