happy pride month to bisexuals with the voice of an angel, gay drummers with anxiety, nonbinary skaters with adhd, golden retriever bisexuals, she/they lesbians keeping everyone sane, repressed lesbians in love with their ex best friend, pansexuals with mommy issues, gremlin asexuals that wear suspenders, aroace lacrosse players, and sapphics in a bubblegum pop band.
terrible pride month to jazzy homosexual ghosts with a penchant for stealing souls
headcannon that if Carrie ever finds out about the band being ghosts, she still calls them “the holograms”. when addressing them individually, it’s “hologram 1, hologram 2, and Alex”. Luke hates it and has repeatedly asked her to stop. she does not stop
nothing will ever be funnier to me than julie not knowing who willie is and not being able to see him (as far as we know) but him constantly hearing about her and also being the reason she and the band got to perform at the orpheum
julie's like "oh yeah so what DID happen to the opening band we replaced" and the guys are like "oh willie stranded their van in the desert remember" and she's like