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[maniacace]

happy pride month to them. hope they're somewhere going on museum dates and both of them are safe and alright. we were so robbed

[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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[interestinglittlerelationship]

I miss you Sunset Curve.

I miss you Dirty Candi.

I miss you Julie and the Phantoms.

I miss you Juke.

I miss you Willex.

I miss you Carrie Wilson.

I miss you Carlos Molina.

I miss you Ray Molina.

I miss you Flynn Taylor.

I miss you Reggie Peters.

I miss you Willie.

I miss you Alex Mercer.

I miss you Luke Patterson.

I miss you Julie Molina.

Happy Three Year Anniversary Everyone!

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

me: i think i wanna write but idk what. maybe i'll reblog my snippet thing

@60sec400: how's about a prompt?!

and so: willex, 248 words, canon verse:

“I just don’t get it,” Alex murmurs. “How can you be so chill about all of this?”

Willie swings his feet from where they’re dangling off the edge of the sign. “You got a heights thing, man?”

“What?!” Alex turns to look at him, brows furrowed. “No. It’s not a heights thing. The heights thing is fine.”

Willie grasps the edge of the sign, his hand less than an inch from where Alex is bracing himself. Alex absolutely does not think about his hand in Willie’s.

“Chill’s what I do, Hotdog. You’re gonna need to be more specific.”

“That!” Alex cries. “The dead thing! Doesn’t it freak you out?!”

He shrugs. “Not anymore.”

“Anymore?”

Another shrug.

“It didn’t freak you out at all to just… not be alive any more?”

Willie looks out over the city. “I mean, I guess at first. But there’s nothing I could really do about it, you know? What’s the difference between life throwing you a curve ball and… this?” He doesn’t look at Alex once while he speaks.

“I…” Alex pauses as he works through the words. “I guess I’ve never thought about it that way. It feels different though.”

Alex manages not to react when he feels Willie’s hand wrap around his.

“And at least you still have your friends,” Willie adds. “Not everyone gets that.”

Alex doesn’t know how to respond to that. So he doesn’t, instead soaking in the silence, view, and the feeling of his hand in Willie’s.

[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

[scoliosispunk]

[angelwiththeblue-box]

we will fight to shine together, bright forever

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happy three years to one of my favorite comfort shows ever <3

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

[fangirl17-07]

To me, being a delusional fantom means waking up every morning and being happy that Julie and the Phantoms has been renewed for four more seasons and an in-between-seasons animated movie is currently in production! 😁

[jukeboxtheatre]

Willie: Sometimes I’m a silly billy. Sometimes I’m a serious William. It all depends on how ADHD I’m feeling that day.

[justgowithit505]

Baz and Kai from Curious Tides is super willex coded

[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

The Mercer Legacy - Epilogue

Pairings: Reggie/Luke/Reader, Willex, Carrie/Julie/Flynn

Warnings: none

a/n: hey so it's been a minute... these funky little guys have truly been haunting me for years now and I've wanted so badly to give you more TML but I just haven't had the inspiration. But I was on a call with @bright-patterson and they mentioned giving TML an ending and I immediately knew what that would be. So, here is an epilogue of sorts.

Masterlist TML Masterlist

Of course the whole thing had to end with the whole crew heading off to college together. Alex, Wilie, Reggie, and Luke are all sharing a dorm (the kind that has 2 2-person bedrooms) and Y/N, Carrie, Julie, and Flynn are all sharing a dorm (the kind where they each get their own bedrooms). And they all live happily ever after or what have you.

I can't guarantee that I'll ever officially write the middle bit to this series but maybe I'll open it up as an AU and you guys can request little scenes here and there if there's any interest! Regardless, I hope this brings you all some closure <3

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TML Taglist: @marinettepotterandplagg @everyonesannoyedwithme @percico-heronstairs @starjane312 @ifilwtmfc @jatphatones @cherrymaybank @sorrowfulfragmentation @stargazing-dreamer-girl @daisybutterlions @mynameisntluke @willex-owns-my-heart @cucumbers-and-olives @90ssunsetcurve @avngrsinitiative @thatfandombitcch @genevieve-the-adventologist @axgelre

[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

Hello I saw you asking for prompts so I am using it to further my Willie + furbies agenda. Plz. Give that chaos gremlin a furby.

this.... is so silly.... I hope you like it so much. This is, I guess, the chaos gremlin origin story.

Send me prompts to help me reach my 2024 writing goal!

It starts in the most innocuous of ways.

They’re hanging out after band practice one day, making a mess of the Molinas’ living room couch cushions because Luke and Reggie are incapable of sitting like normal human beings, and Mr. Molina must be able to feel the boredom permeating the room around them like body odor, because he brings a large cardboard box down the stairs and drops it at their feet.

Well. At Alex and Julie’s feet. At Luke’s head and (somehow) Reggie’s clavicle.

Julie gives the box, and then her father, a deeply skeptical look. “What’s all this?”

“This box has been sitting in one attic or another, accumulating junk, since before your mother and I were married,” Ray reports, a proud (evil) glint in his eyes. “I’d like you and the boys to go through it, since you clearly have nothing better to do.”

Alex leans forward to peer into the box, just missing getting kicked in the head as Luke swings himself right side up. The box is filled with just about every type of random item you can think of– clothes, toys, kitchen utensils, even a few things that may have once been alive if the stench is anything to go by. Alex is pretty sure he sees fur.

“Do we have hazmat suits?” he says dryly.

“Keep anything you think you could use,” Ray goes on, ignoring the question entirely. “The rest goes in the trash or to the Goodwill. Let me know when you’re done.”

He leaves the room before any of them can protest further. They’re all four sitting up on the sofa now, Alex, Luke, Reggie, and Julie all in a row, staring down the box like it’s an enemy to face.

Alex half expects it to move.

Reggie’s the first one to break the silence. “We could… just trash the whole thing? If we wanted?”

“Some of my mom’s stuff might be in there,” Julie says ruefully.

“Or money,” Luke adds. “Remember when we used to play in my folks’ basement and just find wads of cash my dad left in old books and stuff?” He glances up to see Julie glaring at him. “Oh, but, uh, stuff of your mom’s would be way cooler. Obviously.”

“I think there’s something dead in there,” Alex announces, “and I would just like it known that I will not be touching it.”

Reggie reaches across Luke to grab Alex’s hand and says solemnly, “You’re touching something dead right now, bro.”

Alex yelps and yanks his hand away as Luke cackles.

“Guys, come on,” Julie chides, sliding the box closer to her. “Let’s just go through this stuff. It’ll make my dad happy, and maybe we’ll find something cool.”

They do not find anything cool. They find seven wooden spatulas, three plastic colanders, a ratty t-shirt advertising the world tour of a band called FREE BEER, and about eighty pounds of solid dust.

Finally, after an hour or so of sorting, trashing, and vacuuming, all they’re left with is the furry thing lying face down (assuming it has a face) in the middle of the otherwise empty box. The four of them sit huddled together on the edge of the sofa, staring at the lump of fuzz, each one of them silently daring the other three to be the one to brave it.

Nobody speaks. Nobody moves. Not even the dead furry thing.

“What are you guys looking at?”

They jump and scream, clutching each other, Luke practically landing in Alex’s lap.

But it’s just Willie, crouched on the other side of the box from them– he must have poofed in while they were preoccupied by the mysteries of the box.

“Willie!” Alex says, pushing Luke off of him and trying to look cool and normal. “Hey.”

Willie shoots him that grin that always makes Alex feel like he’s floating. “Hey, hotdog.”

“Ray gave us a bunch of junk to sort through,” Reggie reports. “We’re trying to get up the courage to investigate that furry thing.”

“We could just throw the whole box in the trash at this point…” Julie admits.

Luke pouts. “But that would be admitting defeat.”

Willie rolls up the sleeves of his hoodie like he’s preparing to get his hands dirty and peers curiously into the box. “I feel like I should make a Se7en reference here.” He looks up at them through his lashes. “But you guys have never seen that movie, have you?”

“I have!” Julie says. “Flynn loves scary movies. And I really hope that’s not a head.”

“Only one way to find out,” Willie says with a shrug, and goes for the plunge.

Luke gasps. Alex bites back a cry of protest. Reggie covers his eyes. Julie cringes, but watches intently as Willie plucks the lump of fur between two fingers, and lifts out of the box…

“Oh my god,” Julie says. “It’s a Furby!”

“Is that some kind of demon creature?” Reggie asks, peeking out from behind his fingers.

“No,” Julie laughs. “Well, okay, yes, but no! It’s a toy! Here, Willie, let me see.”

He passes it over so she can show the boys. The “Furby” really does look like some kind of alien– a ball of purple fuzz with whacked-out googly eyes and a beak like a baby chick’s. It’s not squishy like a stuffed animal when Alex reluctantly agrees to pass it down the line, but hard and heavy, like its freaky little demon body has some pretty hardcore machinery inside it.

“Goodwill?” Luke suggests.

“Trash,” Reggie counters.

“Burn it,” Alex insists.

“Aw, come on!” Willie says, reaching a hand out to take it back from them. “If you guys are just gonna get rid of it, give it to me!”

“You want that thing?” Luke says, aghast.

“We might have to break up,” Alex says flatly.

“Guys! Come on, leave Willie alone.” Julie takes the toy from Luke, who’d been shaking it upside down like he was hoping money would fall out, and hands it to Willie. “Furbies are staples of the late-90s, early 2000s childhood, you guys just missed out. They’re also cursed and creepy as all hell, so if you want to take it off our hands, Will, be my guest. Just don’t be surprised if it knifes you in your sleep.”

“You guys are ridiculous.” Willie holds the Furby up in the air like the monkey presenting Simba. “This thing is awesome. I’m gonna cherish it forever.”

“What are you gonna name it, Willie?” Reggie says.

Alex sighs. “Oh god. Please don’t encourage him.”

Willie shoots him a wicked grin. “Maybe I’ll name it Hot Dog.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“Ask my dad for some new batteries,” Julie says. “Just wait till you hear that thing’s voice.”

“They talk?” Luke and Reggie cry in astonished unison.

Alex tugs at his hair. “Why do you all hate me?”

“This is gonna be my new purpose in life,” Willie decides, cradling the Furby in the crook of his arm. “Excuse me, friends, I need to go bring my son back to life. Let’s go, Hot Dog. Catch you later, hotdog.”

He winks at Alex and poofs out, and Alex drops his head into his hands with a groan.

Julie pats his back comfortingly. “It’s okay, Alex. At least we’re done going through the box.”

“Do you think Ray has another one?” Reggie says. “That was kinda fun.”

“No!” Alex pleads. “No more boxes! We’ve already released on chaos gremlin into the world, we do not need another one.”

“That thing’s not actually gonna knife Willie in his sleep, is it?” Luke asks Julie.

They all look at her, and she shrugs with a sad shake of her head.

“With a Furby? You can never really know.”

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@easybugboy

[maniacace]

if I don't find a Just Like Heaven Willex edit I'm gonna have to make it myself

[1mnobodywhoareyou]

Thinking about how Caleb only ever referred to the Sunset Curve boys as Alex, Reggie, and Luke but never, EVER referred to Willie as anything other than William.

Was it because that's the way he was introduced to them and Willie has only ever gone by William in the club? In which case, when did Willie decide to shorten his name and why only to new people?

Was it aesthetics? Surely using Alexander, Reginald, and Lucas would flow strangely for the performance?

Was it abusive cult leader showmanship and creating a false sense of security and familiarity? Though surely that would be less effective at this point in their relationship considering they're already resisting him...

Anyway. That's my first thing Monday morning thoughts...

I'm always intrigued by Caleb and Willie's relationship.

[ginervacade]

Got to ask BooBoo Stewart a question at a con today and he was so nice!! And he complimented my sunset curve sweatshirt!

[stubbornness-and-spite]

Now 'till Eternity (You're a Part of Me)

My contribution to @fth2022fanworks! @fandomtrumpshate is a great group that organizes donations from fans to different small non-profits. I participated in the 2022 auction by offering a Julie and the Phantoms fanfiction to be a thank you to my highest bidder.

Check out the Fandom Trumps Hate 2022 collection on AO3 for more fanworks from last year's auction!