#nick danforth evans

[mercer-brekker-castiel]

So I did a very silly thing with the Barbie selfie generator today

[neon-in-the-night-time]

as much as the cancellation of julie and the phantoms still hurts at least it means that nobody will ever be able to tell me that nick danforth-evans isn't canon

nick has two dads and they are chad danforth and ryan evans. nobody will tell me otherwise. i will never let go of nick danforth-evans

[ssszlami]

i am a nick danforth-evans defender for LIFE. that boy did NOTHING wrong.

he just liked a girl and tried to hang out with her and ask her out, but when it became clear she liked someone else he quickly dropped it and respected her feelings. he showed up to all of her performances, hyped her up, and then went to her house to congratulate her after her big breakthrough performance, then got possessed by an evil ghost just for BEING THERE. he deserved SO MUCH BETTER

[jatp-scrapbook]

cute group photo, taken by ray for the parents group chat

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Gonna accumulate a new taglist cause I don’t wanna assume that everyone who was into my fics 2 years ago is back in this jatp obsession with me.

So…. Like this post if you wanna be tagged when I post new jatp fics? With the understanding that I might post like 5 in a row today.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

I love how almost 98% of JATP fan fictions has every single character, originals as well, as a part of the LGBTQIA+ community. It soothes my soul on a level i do not want to understand.

[kybee1497]

even in my worst lies (you saw the truth in me) by kybee1497

Good, you’re listening, Caleb thought smugly. Pay attention, Nicholas. This is important.

Nick blinked, nodding his head in acknowledgement even if it wasn’t necessary. Caleb had heard it as soon as the thought had appeared, he heard everything. But Caleb didn’t tolerate rudeness. Just because he could hear every thought as they were formed didn’t mean Nick was allowed to slack on the niceties. Manners were what separated people from animals and Nick may be a largely useless tool but he wasn’t an animal, there were rules to follow.

I’m afraid our time has come to an end, Caleb interrupted. You’ve been a subpar host at best but a host nonetheless and it is considered rude to slip out the door without so much as a farewell. So goodbye Nicholas, do try to be less of a failure in the future.

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@a-tomb-with-a-view @williexmercer @itsthebooks @thegirlfulloffandoms @afoldintime @angelofarts @jatpfs @julieandthequeers @imastrugglingartist @curvesomesunsets @michelangelinden @caswellseyes

[michelangelinden]

You beautiful criminal (if you could even consider art a crime)

Beloved grafftiti fic.

This was inspired by @latinposeidon's post about Willie doing graffiti!

Thanks @legolasghosty for beta reading, beloved <33

Check out the art at the end of the fic or come back tomorrow to see it here 👀

AO3 link and taglist in the reblog

Willex. 13.5k words. rated T (for swearing)

Harold Mercer, Assistant Manager, waves Alex off and grabs the water he holds out for him.

“You’ve seen the wall outside right? The—graffiti, or whatever they call it?”

“Uh, yes, I have.” Alex doesn’t mention that he stared at it for three whole minutes, entirely too long.

“Do me a favor and clean it up.”

Yep, there it is.

“Sure, Dad.”

Harold Mercer, Assistant Manager, raises an eyebrow at his assistant. Alex suppresses a sigh.

“I will, Mr. Mercer.”

***

the one where Alex works a summer job at his dad's company and some person keeps spraying graffiti to the outer wall that he has to clean up (and then there's also the hot barista down the road who he has to worry about)

[tcringetourney]

[missmitchieg]

I still wanna know how many times Nick told Carrie they were never getting back together that Carrie doesn't believe him anymore. Also, at what point did she stop believing him because she barely reacted?

[ask-conradmiller]

*rattles cage bars* I want him BACK

@aunickster

[caswellseyes]

in which julie officially transfers to hollywood arts. sneak peek below and link in the reblogs!

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” Nick says. He puffs out his chest and lowers his voice. “But I did not order a single onion for dessert.” “I’m sorry, what?” Julie frowns. She’s completely out of her depth here. She doesn’t have the faintest idea how to respond to that. Look, Julie might be a musician, she’s definitely not a theatre kid. She’s a terrible actress and a terrible liar and she’s never done improv in her life. She panics just at the thought of it. Imagine how she’s feeling now, in the middle of an improv exercise in front of an entire class of strangers. “Well, you see,” Nick continues, “I’ve had a wonderful dinner at this fine establishment, but I clearly indicated that I wanted, ah, a tomato to end my meal with, not an onion.”

[ginervacade]

Did I ever say on here that I have a plot for a whole second season of JatP? ( I know we all do but I actually wrote mine out)

If this gets like 4 notes I’ll break down the episodes

Update: THIS IS UP

[jatp-scrapbook]

molina family dinner, taken by ray

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

I Did It!!!!

Thank you so much to everyone who sent me prompts to help me reach my 2024 writing goal. As of about five minutes ago, I completed it!!! I wrote an average of 500 words every day for 366 days, and you guys were SO great and helpful in me getting there. To celebrate, my final writing of the year is 5 snippets about some of our favorite blorbos celebrating New Year's Eve together. I asked five friends to pick the pairings, so I'll tag them next to their snippet. If you're still waiting on a prompt to be filled, I do plan to get to them in the New Year, but probably with way less haste. You guys are awesome, thank you so much for reading my work!

Julie & Flynn: for @joyandthephantoms

“Okay!” Julie says decisively, settling herself up against the headboard of her bed with her notebook poised in her lap. “Who wants to go first?”

Flynn, lying on her stomach down the bed from her, feet kicked in the air as she taps her pen against her own notepad, says, “You, cause I’m still working through some of mine.”

“Well, hurry up cause it’s almost midnight.” Julie holds her notebook up like a hymn book and begins to read. “First of all, my word for the year is!” Pause for dramatic effect. “Ease.”

“Ooh, love it. Very Eat, Pray, Love. Go on.”

Damien & Mark: for @starchemist

“So, uh,” Damien says, voice low and gruff in the dark of the hotel room. They’re lying tucked up against each other, Mark’s back to Damien’s chest, Damien’s arm wrapped around him. The Ball Drop, still about forty minutes away, is playing softly on the TV, but they’ve been much more focused on each other than Times Square.

“Yeah?” Mark says when he doesn’t go on, barely a whisper.

“New year usually means, like. New you, and all that bullshit. Resolutions. Airing your grievances and whatever.”

Mark turns his head to look at him. “I’m not telling anyone about us.”

“Oh, thank God.”

Willie & Alex: for @skeletaltoad

Their friends started counting down about a minute and a half ago, because Reggie gave a whole speech on December 23rd about how “it’s really not fair that the last ten seconds of the year are the only ones that get recognized, when really we’ve been counting down since midnight on last New Year’s Eve” etc etc and wouldn’t shut up until they agreed to start the vocal countdown at 90.

Willie and Alex haven’t been counting with them. They’ve been sitting on the floor of the Molinas’ living room, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes, preparing themselves for their first New Year’s Kiss.

Nick & Carrie: for @queenofthequillandink

At 10:00, her dad goes to bed, so Carrie sets Nick up on the couch in the den with about fourteen blankets and The Holiday on streaming.

At 11:00, she paints his nails a festive shade of pink and orders a large pizza with everything for them to share.

At 11:30, they make twin hot fudge sundaes with about a million toppings each. 

At 11:45, Carrie puts the Ball Drop on and makes fun of Ryan Seacrest, as per tradition.

At midnight, they ring in the new year. A year of healing, of friendship, of peace. Still by each other’s sides.

Caleb & Adam: for @staystrange

“How’s the party?” Adam says on the screen, a red solo cup in his hand.

“Loud,” Caleb says, rubbing absently at his chest, and they both know he doesn’t just mean the volume. “I wish you were here.”

“I know, me too. We’ll ring in next year together.” Adam glances over his shoulder, and Caleb can hear someone (probably Caitlin) shouting from the next room. “I’m being summoned for the count down.”

“You’ll come back to kiss me, won’t you?”

Adam smiles at him— the tiniest smile ever, which means it’s the most real. “Of course I will. Happy New Year, babe.”

“Happy New Year.”

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