#what is this? we don’t know

[writerownstory]

Ghost Whisperer x JATP AU

my first time posting on Juke Jeudi and it’s a lil snippet of the Ghost Whisperer AU I’ve been working on 😌 I started out with a completely different idea…. but then half way through a new idea popped into my head and alas, I started over. I wasn’t gonna post this part because it’s lowkey a spoiler, but also Juke becoming Juke isn’t a spoiler so. here we are. as per usual I haven’t totally reread it because if I did, it would never get posted!

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Julie shakes her head at the thought. Best not to get carried away. She heads to the backroom, determined to sort through their latest shipment and get the new items out into the shop. She’s so involved in her task that she doesn’t think twice when Flynn appears in the backroom. “Jules, there’s a customer up front you need to take care of.”

“Okay, I’ll be right there.” Julie picks up the neatly folded stack of t-shirts under her arm and makes her way to the counter. The semi-familiar mop of brown hair and sleeveless shirt should’ve clued her in, but instead her mind is miles away until she drops the t-shirts on a box and steps up to the counter, only to come face to face with the hazel eyes that have haunted her dreams. Her own eyes widen. “Luke!”

“Hey Julie.” His smile is effortless, lighting up the rest of his face. “You work here?”

“Actually, I own the place. You know, when I’m not shredding on the piano.”

Luke’s smile brightens, if that’s even possible. “This shop is literally the coolest. I always used to come in here all the time growing up.” He places the vinyls he’d been holding under his arm on the counter.

“Yeah, actually my—“ Everything in Julie freezes as her eyes land on the vinyl on top of Luke’s pile. Her eyes trace the familiar magenta font above four women staring down the camera, as if daring the viewer to give their music a try. Her mom’s face, young and worry free, without the worn lines of cancer aging her features, glaring up at her. She wonders, not for the first time, if Rose knew about her Gift back then and how she balanced it with the rest of her normal life.

As if on cue, a voice breaks through her reverie, “Come on man, be careful with that! It’s one of my prized possessions!”

Julie eyes track to the opposite side of the store where Flynn is setting up a display with an old record player they’d thrifted to help display different vinyl records each week. A young boy probably around 18 or 19, with shaggy blonde hair was hovering over Flynn’s shoulder, watching her fiddle with it. “You better not be selling this to just anybody,” the boy tells the back of Flynn’s head. Her instinct is to address the boy, but she momentarily forgets no one else can see him despite Flynn’s lack of a reaction.

“Julie?”

She looks back up at Luke who’s watching her closely, concern etched in his features.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “I, uh...” She hesitates, but the look on his face warms something inside her chest and she feels like it’s okay. “This is my mom’s debut album with her band.” Her finger traces her mom’s face on the cover and realization hits Luke immediately.

“Your mom is Rose Sanchez? Of Rose and the Petal Pushers?”

“She usually goes by Rose Molina but yeah.” His recognition makes her smile. “That’s her.”

His gaze softens into something akin to awe and it threatens to turn Julie’s insides to mush. “Just when I thought you couldn’t be any more amazing.”

Julie scoffs, but the smile framed by the color on her face is unmistakable. She’s so flustered, she doesn’t even have time to react as Flynn appears beside her, leaning against the counter.

“You must be Luke.”

Without missing a beat he responds, “You must be Flynn.”

Flynn looks back at Julie. “I think I like him.”

Luke’s whole face lights up in delight and Julie knows how much he wants to get along with her friends and family. Reggie and Alex had taken to her all too well, and Luke wanted the same for him and Flynn.

“But if you hurt her, I won’t be held responsible for my actions.” She levels him with a hard glare before moving away from the counter and disappearing among the racks.

Luke traps his bottom lip between his teeth in an attempt to tamper his grin but it only works until Flynn is out of sight. It sets off butterflies in Julie’s stomach. “I think that was a Flynn approval.”

“Not quite,” she teases. “But she does like you.”

[aceofstars16]

Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!

[seren-dipitous-art]

I’ve been obsessed with the Olympics for the past week, and obsessed with Dick Grayson for longer, so here’s the crossover we all deserve.

Plus, gorgeous sweaty acrobat in gymnastics poses? Only positives.

[noknowshame]

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

[still-in-a-party-hat]

man we are really so lucky that it was misha collins who was cast to play the gay angel.. and not just because he made the angel gay but literally this man is the most unhinged person that could have walked onto the cw spn set and they literally couldn’t get rid of him

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

i think everyone who's ever had migraines should be financially compensated forever btw

[alaraxia]

needless to say the vibes were in shambles

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

For part two:

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[chloesimaginationthings]

NEVER ask FNAF Vanny about her past…

[thebaldursmouthgazette]

I’m sure Dumat being defeated the same year andraste was born means nothing

I’m sure this has nothing to do with the fact that andrastes mother was part of a tribe who helped the grey wardens fight and defeat dumat the same year she was born, meaning that she could have been a fetus affected by the taint in the proximity of a dying arch demon

And the fact that nobody knows which grey warden killed dumat, as seven wardens died from injuries from his death throes, and therefore we cannot actually identify a warden who absorbed his soul, means nothing

And I’m sure it is a complete coincidence that andraste had dreams and visions of the being later referred to as the maker her whole life, and behaved strangely, talking about hearing lost voices and seeing strange auras. That absolutely doesn’t sound like anyone else we know

[springmagpies]

*yelling coming from the living room.*

Leo: Percy! Come here Percy! See what I mean!

Percy: No, I don’t see what you mean!

Annabeth: *stopping in the doorway where Piper and Nico are leaning against the doorframe eating popcorn. * What’s going on?

Piper: They’re fighting over whose name would make a better dogs name.

Annabeth: They’re what?

Percy: Leo is a much better name for a dog!

Leo: Sit, Percy.

Percy: I’m right.

Leo: Percy, drop it!

Percy: I’m going to hit you.

Leo: Staaaay! Percy, stay! See it’s a great name for a dog.

Percy: *chucking something across the room at Leo*

Nico: *from the doorway* Fetch Leo! Fetch!

Percy: Ah ha!

Nico: Percy’s right. Leo does work better.

Percy: Boom! Nico has spoken.

Leo: What about Nico for a dogs name.

Nico: No.

Percy: Nico’s a cat’s name.

Annabeth: Cat.

Piper: So a cat.

Nico: Suck it Valdez.

Frank: *entering the room* What’s going on?

Leo: What about Frank!

Frank: What?

Everyone: Come here, Frank! Good boy, Frank. Who’s a good dog! Good job, Frank.

Frank: I’m scared.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie tells Wayne everything. They’re very open and honest with each other. Always have been.

Steve, on the other hand, does not talk to his parents unless he absolutely has to. If they asked him what his favorite song was, he’d lie.

So, it’s a bit of a shock when they’re back in Eddie’s bedroom, making out. Things are getting heated and Steve can hear Eddie fumbling one-handed in the drawer of his nightstand right before he mutters, “Shit.”

Steve asks, “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, pulling back a bit. “Just give me a second.”

Steve watches him slide off the bed, throw open the door, and practically shout, “Hey Wayne, do you got any condoms?”

Steve is so mortified that he dissociates for a second and then leaves out the window so he doesn’t have to pass Wayne on the way out.

[proxycrit]

(I point. Gently, in the voice of somebody who’s mind touched by the outer gods, i whisper truth in your ears:

Your honor the horses are now lesbians

(Anyways here’s the designs)

[astearisms]

but it ain’t called love without a little tragedy 🍁

[timethehobo]

Had the thought of what if Manfred really just pantomimes normally, but because The Lighthouse is in the Fade, he can while they’re in there?

[aliosne]

Saw a post about working class butches in physical labour jobs and wanted to make my own, so: I love you butches who do childcare or early education. I love you butch nurses. I love you butch house cleaners and janitorial staff. I love you service industry butches. I love you butches who do sex work. I love you working class butches who do “feminine” jobs you are cool as hell