KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. ( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )
○ NAME: dee
○ PRONOUNS: she/her
○ PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: often <3 i mean mostly discord but ims are fine too !!
○ NAME OF MUSE(S): they're all over here + moon mcconnell ( @moonesq ) + sam larusso ( @oncefroze ) but these days i'm mostly here
○ EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS/YEARS?): *old lady voice* a lil over a decade
○ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: dumblr and disc
○ BEST EXPERIENCE: it's a tie between the teen wolf fandom a few years ago and the jatp fandom in its prime (': i was so immersed in those fandoms and those friendships, they brought me so much joy. i'm a really nostalgic person ( *looks at my blog* no duh ) and i'm getting a lil sad that i don't really feel as much ease as i used to being on the dash but !! i still try to make this a happy place !! and i'm soso grateful for my friends and the people who encourage me to be my silly little self because they help me do that. ps: remember that interacting with your moots through the littlest gesture is appreciated and seeing a notification from you can make their day <3
○ RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: ✨you do you boo✨ i'm chill as can be as long as you're not rude to your fellow rper, are aware that this is a hobby and act accordingly and are overall a decent human being. we'll get along just fine <3
○ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: i love me a little bit of everything ! i am primarily a fluff person ( because i love happiness sue me ) but angst is soso fun, i will never be able to resist inflicting some pain <3 as far as smut goes, i keep it clean here, but in some cases, i occasionally end up writing it on disc. just as much fun !
○ PLOTS OR MEMES: memes are the best way to interact with me, hands down. my meme replies can almost always be considered starters & often enough, memes can spark ideas for plots which is super fun ! i wish i was a natural at plotting, but even if i vibe it 9/10 times, i do want to match my moots' rp love languages. so if you sprinkle a concept on me, i will try my darn hardest to turn it into something bigger with you <3
○ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: short to medium length is where i'm at. i don't have the ability to write novellas and i don't ? want it dkhfgl
○ BEST TIME TO WRITE: my muse does what it wants is all i'm saying. as long as i'm awake and have the time, it's the best time to write and i'll be here. most of you might not tho because it's usually daytime for me when that happens and living in eastern europe is Fantastic but yeah 😂
○ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): sure thing. to some extent, i always relate to the characters i choose to write. sassy, optimistic, guarded, caring, various degrees of traumatized ayooo, there's a lil bit of me in all of them. or the other way around.
TAGGED BY: @ttrgrl <3
TAGGING: it's been a while since this was going around sOoO do it and tag me if you haven't done it yet xo
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don’t you worry, I’ve nowhere to be other than right next to you
2k, T, Gen
Warnings: grief, non-specific references to abuse, mild swearing
on ao3
Summary: 5 times two members of JATP (+ Flynn and Willie) fell asleep together and 1 time it was all of them.
One.
Alex is pretty sure he’d be fine with never going on another field trip ever again. He could definitely do without more trips like this one—it was long and painfully boring, and the museum didn’t have air conditioning, and then they all got yelled at for looking bored and ungrateful.
Alex hates getting in trouble, and he especially hates getting in trouble for stupid reasons. He’s seething as he gets onto the bus, at his teachers for being unfair and his classmates for being obnoxious and the museum for being stuffy and awful, and he fully intends to spend the whole hour-long ride back to school glaring a hole into the seat in front of him.
Except then Reggie slides in next to him, and drops some shiny rock he bought from the gift shop in his hand, and offers to share his headphones with him, and somehow it fixes pretty much everything.
Alex isn’t usually one for sleeping in cars or buses, but being pissed off is exhausting, and the heat and music are making him drowsy, so he rests his head against Reggie’s shoulder and lets his eyes fall shut.
He’d still be perfectly content to not go on any more field trips, but the exhaustion is making him insufferably sappy, apparently, because he’s finding himself thinking he’d go anywhere with Reggie.
And then he lets himself fall all the way into sleep, and he isn’t thinking anything anymore.
Two.
Julie isn’t okay.
She’d imagined what this would feel like, conjured up the pain in her chest over and over for months, ever since the hospital visits started, and it turns out none of her worst inventions are anything next to staring at the cold reality that she has to think about her mom in the past tense for the rest of her life.
She hadn’t predicted how distant it would feel, even as it smothered her. Hadn’t pictured the way that it crushes her, but she can’t feel the weight.
People won’t stop asking if she’s okay, or if there’s anything they can do, or if she’s hanging in there, hon? and she wants to appreciate the concern, she really does, but it only makes her want to scream until her voice is gone.
One of Tia’s well-meaning friends tells Julie for the hundredth time that she looks just like her mom, says something about how Rose will never really be gone as long as Julie and Carlos are here, and it’s supposed to be comforting, but it doesn’t help to hear that her mom isn’t really gone, and Julie can’t handle the pressure of being anyone’s last piece of Rose Molina; she can’t even handle being herself right now, she can’t have to be her mom for everyone too.
She starts locking herself in her room whenever anyone comes by after that.
Anyone besides Flynn, that is. Flynn only asks one question—Can I come over?—and ten minutes later they’re wrapping Julie up in the strongest hug she’s ever felt, and twenty minutes after that they’re sliding into bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her again, whispering, “I’ve got you, Jules.”
And Julie still isn’t okay, not even close, but she falls asleep with Flynn’s arm around her stomach and their voice in her ear, with her own heartbeat finally feeling less like it’s taunting her and more like it’s warming her, and she thinks maybe she will be, eventually.
Three.
Willie doesn’t know when the last time he slept is. Ghosts don’t need to, so he hasn’t much in the last thirty years. Most of his nights were spent at the club, but it meant his days were pretty free to spend skating around the city and watching all the people.
Luke doesn’t seem to sleep much either; he would rather be making music, or watching other people make music, looking for excitement and connection every second he can—Willie’s been told he wasn’t much different back when he was alive—but Reggie and Alex both do, especially since Julie’s magic pulled them halfway back to life.
Willie’s pretty sure Reggie just likes sleep, in general, and Alex needs the routine, needs something that works pretty much the same way now as it did for the seventeen years he lived through. Needs the rest, even if he wouldn’t say it.
So it makes sense that Willie’s not out skating or sightseeing or stargazing tonight, that instead he’s lying here in the dark, trying to stay as still as possible while Alex sleeps beside him.
Willie and Alex are still cautious with each other, still on high-hopes tiptoes, in too deep to pretend it won’t be devastating if something goes bad between them, but not quite deep enough that they can relax into security just yet. But it’s like after everything with Caleb, after nearly losing each other for eternity too many times in a row, something flipped for Alex, and he got a lot more worried about not giving Willie enough than he was about being or doing too much.
Or something like that. Willie’s just guessing.
It’d be fair, though, when Willie needs so much right now.
He didn’t mean to. The simple act of Not Being Caleb should be enough; Willie doesn’t intend to set the bar any higher than that, but apparently he’s not the one in charge of designing this jungle gym, because he’s spent all his time in the past several weeks around the least Caleb people in the universe, and he still feels terrible and hollow, all the time.
He knows, logically, that it’s natural that literal decades of abuse took a toll on him, that it’s not something he can shake off like a tumble off his skateboard. But that doesn’t stop him from wishing all the bad feelings would stay in the past with Caleb where they belong.
But anyway, anyway, Willie and Alex are wrapped up together, and Alex is asleep, and it’s . . . nice. It’s really, really nice. Alex is warm and he’s holding Willie and he’s not going anywhere, and his steady breathing in Willie’s ear feels like a promise. It’s not enough to put whatever’s scrambled up inside Willie back in order, but it’s enough to let his feelings finally, slowly start to catch up to the reality that he’s safe and cared for and wanted.
He falls asleep knowing it, and wakes up in the morning still believing it.
Four.
So, here’s the thing: Luke is absolutely terrified of people crying.
Maybe it’s a little hypocritical, given how useless he is at ever holding his own tears back, but he can’t help the way it sends him straight to panic mode, all frozen up inside with no clue what he’s supposed to do.
And here’s the other thing: Luke is maybe a little bit terrified of Flynn, just in general. He likes Flynn, they’re amazing, it’s just . . . Flynn is Julie’s best friend (her very loyal, very protective best friend), and they’re like, crazy competent—on top of her shit, on top of everyone’s shit; there’s no way their band would function at all without her. Even when Flynn isn’t ahead of things, they know how to fix things on the fly and catch up and keep moving. Luke has seen her fix a ton of last-minute gig issues, hold together a falling-apart dress with three bobby pins and sheer spite, trade homework before the first bell and have everything ready to turn in within fifteen minutes. They have great instincts, and great leadership skills, and basically they’re just a badass all around.
So yeah. Luke is a little intimidated.
He’s actually currently a lot intimidated by the fact that Flynn is crying their eyes out on the studio couch, and Luke is hiding in the loft like an asshole.
He’s not trying to be an asshole. He just doesn’t know what to do. He has no idea how to help, and he wants to give her some privacy, but if he poofs out she’ll hear it and she’ll know, and staying up here listening to them cry without them knowing is definitely the wrong thing to do.
He summons all his courage and poofs down to meet her on the couch, but he misjudges and lands off balance and ends up tumbling to the ground.
On the bright side, it apparently shocks Flynn so much that they stop crying. “What the hell!”
“Hey!” Luke scrambles up onto the couch. “You okay?”
“You’re the one who just crashed down from the ceiling,” Flynn points out.
“Yeah, and you’re the one who’s . . .” He trails off. Is it rude to point out she was crying? It’s like, super obvious she’s just been crying. Would it be even ruder to ignore it?
“It’s nothing,” Flynn says. “I mean, it’s not nothing, but it’s like eighteen different things and I don’t feel like dealing with any of them and none of them are actually really big things on their own so it feels pointless to just go down a list for you, and there probably is some big thing in the background that I’m repressing but I don’t wanna deal with that either, so how about we stick with I’m fine?”
“Uhh….”
“Also I got like, no sleep last night and that is not helping.”
Luke brightens a little. “Well hey, that one’s fixable! This couch is great for napping on.”
Flynn makes a face. “Or I could chug another soda and call it good.”
“You’re worse than Alex,” Luke groans. “Come on, just lie down for like, twenty minutes.” He does his absolute best to look convincing.
“Wrong girl, Patterson. Your puppy dog eyes won’t work on me.”
“They work on everyone,” Luke insists. “Please, Flynn? I’ll let you paint my nails later if you do.” He bats his eyes and sticks his bottom lip out, because hey, if she’s going to make fun of his pleading, he may as well go all in.
“Ugh, fine,” they relent. “Toss me a pillow.”
Luke beams and pumps his fist in the air. Flynn narrows her eyes at him, grumbles, “Like you’re a paragon of healthy sleep habits.”
“What, worried it’s gonna kill me?”
Flynn rolls their eyes for about the millionth time in this conversation (Luke’s been keeping track, obviously). “Boys.” But it’s quiet after that, the sounds of Flynn shifting around to get comfortable eventually giving way to the sound of her slow, even breathing as they drift off.
She’s curled up on one side of the couch, and Luke is still sitting on the other end, and he should feel awkward and restless, but instead it’s just . . . peaceful. He leans his head back and lets his eyes fall shut, too.
Five.
Luke’s been having kind of a hard time lately. He doesn’t need to say anything about it for Julie to be able to tell; she knows what it means that he’s been even more restless than usual, that he’s gotten picky and perfectionistic at every practice this week, that he’s clingy and withdrawn at the same time. He doesn’t tell her anything, gets grumbly and deflective if she asks what’s up, but he hangs all over her and looks like he’ll fall to pieces any time she has to leave for a second.
And of course he’s having a hard time; he not have had as many immediate concerns about the whole being dead thing as Alex and Reggie did, but it’s still devastating and hard and a major adjustment, and on top of everything else it brings up old and new feelings about his parents, and that’s a big enough hurt on its own. It was all bound to catch up with him sometime.
He hasn’t told Julie much, but he’s sort of trying to now, sharing a dozen half-written songs with her and trying to pull them all together into something workable.
Julie knows that music is usually the easiest way for Luke to communicate, but she also knows how hard it can be to try to process your grief and make it beautiful at the same time. Very gently, she reaches over to take his notebook out of his hands and shut it. “It doesn’t have to be artistic. Just talk to me.”
Luke makes a face at her, but says, “Yeah, okay.” Then, “Can you—it’s just, I can’t, with you looking at me—”
“Sure.” She twists around so her back is to him, eyes wandering between the ceiling and the wall. “Is this better?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” She hears him shift around a bit, shake out his hands and drop them back into his lap. He keeps breathing in like he’s about to start talking, but he never gets further than “um” or “I dunno, it’s just…” until finally he says, “I can’t.”
Julie turns back around to face him, takes both of his hands in hers. “That’s okay.”
“Can you . . . could you maybe tell me about your mom instead? You know, if you’re up for it.” His voice sounds smaller than Julie’s used to hearing it. It makes her want to wrap him up in her arms, so she does, pulling him close as she says, “Yeah, definitely.”
She feels him relax against her, and he relaxes even more as she starts to tell him about how it felt to make music with her mom, and about their favorite things to bake together, and approximately a hundred stories about the conversations Rose got into with strangers practically everywhere she went.
Luke falls asleep there in Julie’s lap, her hands threaded through his hair and her voice still filling up the studio with memories, and she’s never felt prouder.
Plus one.
For a bunch of rockstars, Flynn’s friends are terrible at partying.
In fairness, it hardly counts as a party when it’s just the same six people as usual out in Julie’s garage, just with more snacks and alcohol and elation than usual. They had to do something to mark the anniversary of Julie zapping three adorable dumbass ghosts out of a CD, but it wasn’t something that needed to be shared with the rest of the world.
Still, though, it’s barely midnight and Flynn’s the only one not totally conked out. Julie would say it’s the caffeine addiction, and she’d be right, but that’s not the point.
The point is… Flynn loves them. All of them, so fucking much. She actually can’t think of anywhere she’d rather be than right here, looking from where Reggie decided to lie down right on top of Willie and Alex to Julie fast asleep in Luke’s arms, still clutching tightly at his t-shirt, feeling in every single part of her how much they all mean to her.
It feels impossible that Flynn was ever scared of this. Or, never scared, really, but hesitant, for sure. It’s just that it’s hard to find space for new people, sometimes, and it has nothing to do with the actual people and everything to do with the fact that there’s so much effort involved in loving people well and being a good friend and Flynn just didn’t know if they had that kind of energy for a whole crew of ghosts, and it’s not the kind of thing they’re willing to half-ass.
She had to go all in, so she did, and as it turns out, it was one of the best decisions they’ve ever made in their life.
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JATP APPRECIATION MONTH – SCHEDULE
Thank you so much for everyone that took a part in answering our form. Your answers have help massively in making this month what it is. For a few of the prompts we have decided to give a more vague topic to give everyone an opportunity to give appreciation for the thing that matters the most to them personally.
Though, although we want to see as many people as possible participating it’s important to us that it all is kept respectful, therefore we have compiled a list of rules we expect people to follow during this month.
Make sure you take your time to read through those!
We also want to make a reminder that all participation is optional and this is all just for fun!
We have taken all of your opinions into consideration and this is the results we came up with:
WEEK ONE – Characters
With a big majority it was obvious that you wanted to give appreciation for the characters of the show. After all, they are what makes the show what it is. These are the characters that got the most votes in our form. Still wants to give appreciation to someone that isn’t listed here? You have the opportunity to do so on September 29th!
SEPTEMBER 1ST, Wednesday – Julie
SEPTEMBER 2ND, Thursday – Alex
SEPTEMBER 3RD, Friday – Luke
SEPTEMBER 4TH, Saturday – Flynn
SEPTEMBER 5TH, Sunday – Reggie
SEPTEMBER 6TH, Monday – Willie
SEPTEMEBER 7TH, Tuesday – Carrie
WEEK TWO – Songs
We realise that everyone’s taste is different, there are songs that not everyone vibes with and therefore it didn’t feel right to choose for you on what to show appreciation for, so we went with prompts. This way it’s all up to you guys to decide on your own:
SEPTEMBER 8TH, Wednesday – Favorite Julie and the Phantoms song(s)
SEPTEMBER 9TH, Thursday – Favorite Dirty Candy song(s)
SEPTEMBER 10TH, Friday – Favorite Sunset Curve song(s)
SEPTEMBER 11TH, Saturday – Favorite Hollywood Ghost Club song(s)
SEPTEMBER 12TH, Sunday – Favorite solo song(s)
SEPTEMBER 13TH, Monday – Favorite lyric(s)
SEPTEMBER 14TH, Tuesday – Favorite song(s) from the cast
WEEK THREE – Ships
We realise that everyone’s taste is different, there are ships that not everyone vibes with and therefore it didn’t feel right to choose for you on what to show appreciation for, so we went with prompts. This way it’s all up to you guys to decide on your own:
SEPTEMBER 15TH, Wednesday – Favorite Romantic Ship(s)
SEPTEMBER 16TH, Thursday – Favorite Friendship(s)
SEPTEMBER 17TH, Friday – Favorite Familial Relationship(s)
SEPTEMBER 18TH, Saturday – Favorite Fanon Ship(s)
SEPTEMBER 19TH, Sunday – Favorite Found Family Relationship(s)
SEPTEMBER 20TH, Monday – Favorite Under-appreciated Ship(s)/Ship(s) you want to see more of.
SEPTEMBER 21ST, Tuesday – Free Choice
WEEK FOUR – Episodes
Unfortunately we don’t have enough days of the week to appreciate all nine episodes, so, these are the episodes that got the most votes in our form. Still wants to give appreciation to an episode that isn’t listed here? You have the opportunity to do so on September 29th!
SEPTEMBER 22ND, Wednesday – 1.01 Wake Up
SEPTEMBER 23RD, Thursday – 1.02 Bright
SEPTEMBER 24TH, Friday – 1.03 Flying Solo
SEPTEMBER 25TH, Saturday – 1.06 Finally Free
SEPTEMBER 26TH, Sunday – 1.07 Edge of Great
SEPTEMBER 27TH, Monday – 1.08 Unsaid Emily
SEPTEMBER 28ST, Tuesday – 1.09 Stand Tall
EXTRA DAYS –
SEPTEMBER 29TH, Wednesday – Free choice
Anything you feel like haven’t gotten the appreciation you feel like it deserves? This is your day to boost just that! We realise that not everything could have could have been covered by the previous prompts so we wanted to give everyone the chance to still show appreciation for it!
SEPTEMBER 30TH, Thursday – Fan Appreciation day
To finish up this month we want to give appreciation to everyone that makes this fandom what it is, the fans! Shoutout your favorite creators, boost your favorite fics, you name it! This is your day!
We hope as many people as possible wants to participate and celebrate JATP’s birthday with us!
Much love,
Nell @owenmercers, Kit @willexxmercer and Beau @oldsmobile-hotdogs
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