#jatp reactions

[mouse-fantoms]

I love that this is in my recommended,

JATP STILL POPPING OFF 3 YEARS STRONG LETS GO

[lyxchen]

None of my irl friends ever ask "hey what are you currently obsessed with?" "what fandom are you in right now?" "what new shows have you watched?" "what are you drawing fanart for right now?" and that makes me a little bit sad

[thedeathdeelers]

live reaction of the boys hearing julie sing (wake up) for the first time

[reggiepeters-love-bot]

lukes “what is that what are you doing” reaction to julies phone is so funny to me bc like,,,, he does not talk like that at any other point in the show. its so cute to me. idk just the idea that he just came back as a ghost and sees this new technology and thats the biggest reaction he musters,, hilarious

[beguilebrontide]

Help I just realized alex doesn’t know that ‪ gay ‬ marriage is legalized

[niallandtommo]

i’ve been watching so many heartstopper reaction videos it’s embarrassing

[curvesomesunsets]

gonna celebrate the anniversary by binging every jatp reaction on youtube to get second-hand serotonin as they discover it all <3

[littlemissaddict]

Hi don’t know if I ever sent in this request in but a Luke from Julie and the phantoms x reader were the reader is getting physically hit by carrie because Carrie wants the reader to steal her one of Luke’s songs seeing how successful the reader and Julie’s band is doing but the reader refuses like finds out and tries to give Carrie the song but the reader won’t let him

Hi, so I've just written one very similar to this that I don't know if you sent or someone else did and while I don't really write for jatp anymore I written a little something for you anyway. I apologise for it only being short but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

You recognised the voice immediately, the calling of your name from down the empty hallways, how could you not when you had been friends since you were tiny or you had been up until a year ago when she cut you all off when you stuck by Julie after her mom passed. Closing your locker you briefly braced yourself for the onslaught that you were about to endure before turning to greet her as civil as you could.

"Carrie" you acknowledged her as she came to a stop in front of you.

"I need you to do something for me" she spoke, skipping over the pleasantries and getting straight to the point, "I need you to steal me one of your boyfriends songs"

"Excuse me" you blinked at her, surely you had heard her wrong.

"Listen it's no secret that since you added those holograms" she added air quotes to them which gave you the impression that she had somehow worked out the boys secret but that seemed impossible, "to your little group that it has gained you all some traction in the music world so I," she pointed to herself as if it wasn't already obvious who she was speaking about, "need you to steal me a song befitting the vibe that Dirty Candi brings that will propel us to stardom"

"Listen Carrie you may think nothing of stealing from a friend but I would never do something like that so I'm sorry but you'll have to try something else to help propel you to stardom" you replied, repeating her own words back to her in hopes of her seeing how ridiculous she was being.

"Oh I'm sure you can be persuaded to help an old friend out" she smiled sweetly, trying her best as if you couldn't see right through that fake smile of hers.

"No Carrie I really can't be now please don't ask again" you told her, watching as the smile fell from her face only to be replaced with what you could only describe as rage for not getting her own way.

What happened next, you definitely did not see happening and from the shock on Carrie's face afterwards neither did she, which told you the slap you received across the face was a spur of the moment reaction that she hadn't fully thought through. Though despite it not being premeditated didn't mean that it didn't sting and Carrie didn't stick around for much longer after that so you couldn't have done much even if you had wanted to. Not that you did, you were one to let go which is what you did with what had just happened because something told you that she wouldn't be back anytime soon asking for a song.

The stinging had subsided by the time you had reached the studio but to your surprise it was empty apart from Luke whose face lit up when he saw you. Placing his guitar to the side and jumping up from the couch to come greet you but he comes to a sudden stop just before you.

"What happened to your face? Why does it look like a handprint? Did someone hit you?" You sigh realising that while your face may not sting anymore it didn't mean that the mark had gone down if Luke's quick fire questions were anything to go by.

"Carrie" was all you got out before Luke interrupted.

"Carrie? Why would she hit you?" Luke wondered out loud as he gently brought a hand up to your face, running his fingers across the marked skin all the while his eyes never leaving your face to gauge your reaction as he didn't want to hurt you anymore than you'd already been.

"She wanted one of your songs for Dirty Candi, I refused to steal one for her" you replied with a shrug, preparing yourself for the worst as you knew how protective Luke was over his songs.

"All this over a song?" he asked in disbelief, "if she's gonna hurt you over something as silly as this she can have one, she can have them all I don't care but I do care about you" he revealed. You warmed at his confession, even though you knew he cared but to hear that he cared more about you than his songs was definitely something but you still stood by your earlier statement that Carrie was not getting one of his songs.

You shook your head as you spoke, "Don't even think about giving her one, she's not taking credit for something you have worked so hard on" you told him sternly, "if she wants to get ahead in the music world then she needs to work for it and not expect it to be a given right because nothing in this world is" you finished only to find Luke staring at you with a weird look on his face.

"I love it when you get so passionate about something"

"Yeah well you better listen and not give her what she wanted" you narrowed your eyes at him knowing that he like to distract to get you off a topic then go and do exactly what you'd asked him not to.

"I did, no songs for Carrie" he confirmed, though he would talk to Julie about getting her to watch whenever she was around because he couldn't have you getting hurt again.

"Good, now lets go find everyone" you say with a tug on his hand as if you didn't know that you'd find them in the Molina's kitchen.

[maroonmusings]

Despite Our Strife [r.p.]

Fandom: Julie & the Phantoms Pairing: Reggie x fem!reader Word count: 1.3k Warnings: overall hopeful but with angsty undertones, the rare use of third person on this blog

A/N: this was originally written with a female oc in mind, as it was supposed to be part of a fic that just never came to fruition. it's also me testing the waters to see if there are any jatp buds left here

“No. No you don’t.” Y/N immediately denied the boy’s confession, brows drawn together in concern as she lightly shook her head. “You can’t. Please.”

“That’s certainly not the reaction I was banking on.” Reggie dumbly pointed out, lips parted in what could only be described as a surprised confusion.

Y/N paid little attention to Reggie's reaction, however, too busy tumbling down her rabbit hole of thoughts. Her body moved on its own accord in a distressed pace that ran the length of the piano to the coffee table, and back again.

“I mean,” she started, a laugh that was void of any substance spilling past her lips before she could stop it. Her hands wrung together so tightly they could’ve become one. “How could something like this possibly work? You’re a ghost, and I'm not. We���re quite literally from two different worlds, Reggie.”

“I—I’m a little confused. Is the way I feel about you reciprocated or—” The bassist trailed off with a questioning lilt to his voice. He held up his index finger to signify his hopes for a pause in Y/N’s stressful spiral.

A breathy laugh suddenly escaped Y/N, finding her friend’s adorable obliviousness to be equally as cute as it was humorous. Tears pearled at her waterline when her pacing finally ceased. Reggie felt his heart pump harder in his chest when her eyes met his. The two gazed at each other with varying facets of fondness: Reggie, a perplexed yet hopeful fondness, and, for Y/N, a hopeless fondness that she knew would never go away. “Of course they are, Reg.”

“That’s such a relief!” Reggie couldn’t help but exclaim, drawing a soft chuckle from Y/N as well as a playful eye roll. He drew nearer to her, both subconsciously drawing in a breath at their close proximity. His voice lessened in volume as he drank in the girl who’d deliciously plagued his every thought since their first meeting. “So what’s the problem?”

“What isn’t the problem?” She retorted, her clear devastation over the issue withholding any heat from exploding in her delivery. Noticing Reggie's brows beginning to furrow once more, she elaborated. “There are so many uncontrollable factors that’ll stand in our way if we tried to be together.”

“Like what?”

“Well, no one other than the band can see you, for starters.” Y/N reminded, a tear cascading down her cheek as she spoke the impossible hurdle into existence. “What’ll we do about dates, or literally anything that requires us to be out in public together?”

“I’m sure we can come up with some fun date ideas that are garage-friendly!” Reggie said optimistically, catching her tear with his thumb. He brought his hands to rub her upper arms comfortingly. An almost whimsical smile was painted on his pink lips. “Think about it, Y/N. We can make this place our little sanctuary. Well, when the band isn’t already using it for practice, that is.”

“Reggie, I don’t think you understand.” The girl pointed out patiently with a soft shake of her head. “I can't keep my feelings for you contained in this garage. If i’m going to be with you, I’d want to scream about it from the rooftops. When I leave class and go to my locker, you’ll already be there waiting for me. and I can just pull you into the biggest hug and talk to you without anyone thinking that I'm looking at thin air. I want to take turns finding different restaurants that we can try together, one star or five. We can go on these wild adventures together that’ll be a pain in the ass to share with friends because we’ll either have too many stories to tell or be laughing too hard to get through them. When I smile, I want people to know that I'm not smiling at thin air, but at you, Reg—the sweetest, funniest, most talented, most beautiful person I've ever met. I want them to see you the same way I do.”

It was a wonder Y/N was able to finish verbalizing her train of thought, for an incessant stream of tears was flooding from her eyes by the end. Reggie was in a similar state, but an awestruck grin still nipped at his rosy cheeks. He tugged the girl before him into a warm embrace, where she took a moment to cry into his chest. The boy felt his tank top dampen within an instant, but couldn’t find anything in him to be upset over it.

“We can find a way to fix this. I’m sure there’s a way to make us visible to lifers.” Reggie reassured, swaying her body in tandem with his and stroking her hair. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head for good measure. “We can ask around and see if any other ghosts can help! Preferably ones that are smarter than us.”

“Reggie, you know how that went last time!” She cried, clutching onto his shirt to tug their bodies closer together. The mere thought of the boy before her getting himself into a caleb-level risk again terrified her. Tucking her face into his neck, she felt his shoulders slump, and knew that his mind traveled to the same destination as hers. “So, no. no magic. No evil, hundred-year old magicians. No nothing. I'm not letting you die again just to be with me.”

“You’re absolutely right. We just need to be more cautious of the company we keep.” He conceded with a soft nod that had his chin grazing her cheek.

When she removed herself from his chest, and her glassy, red eyes found his, all Reggie could see was discombobulating beauty. Another weak, half-hearted laugh escaped her as she forced a watery, incredulous grin. “Even if we were careful, you’re always going to be a teenager, Reggie.”

The boy in question was a little slower to uncover the necessity for her remark on his age. “What do you mean?”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/N averted her gaze to the floor. “You’ve stopped aging, sure, but I haven’t. I don’t want to, but i’m gonna be forced to move on without you, Reg. There is no graduating high school and moving in together during our college years for us. No growing old together. Our relationship has an expiration date, and I just know that I’m not going to be able to let you go when the clock hits zero.”

“So, don’t,” came Reggie's rapid response, hands reaching for Y/N’s. She sniffled as their eyes met again. “I mean, you saw what happened when you and Julie were finally able to touch me and the guys. Ever since you hugged me after seeing it work for Luke and Julie, I’ve felt stronger than I ever had when I was still alive. Hell, I’ve felt alive. That has to count for something, has to mean something. We’re so close, Y/N, I can feel it.”

Her lips parted and closed multiple times, before she was able to shakily convey what was on her mind. “I—I don’t want to lose you.”

“And you won’t.” He immediately reassured, hands clutching tighter to hers and bringing his forehead to hers. Their soft gaze that they shared was troubled yet determined. “If you think that I’m going to let you slip through my fingers so easily, you’re as crazy as Star Wars when they killed off Han.”

Y/N huffed out a small laugh, rolling her eyes affectionately at Reggie. A breathtaking grin attacked his face at the sound. She couldn’t help but smile back, even if it was laced with minuscule traces of concern.

Reggie's eyes softened, hands trailing from hers and up to her shoulders. He squeezed them gently, keeping his forehead on hers. “We’ll figure this out, you and me. I’ll do anything if it means getting to come home to you every night.”

Y/N pulled Reggie closer, and, as their lips met in a gentle, yet passionate, embrace, she knew that he was right. She would follow Reggie every step of the way, because that’s what you do when you’re in love.

[mouse-fantoms]

The inside of the garage is decorated during EOG meaning there was decorating content that was not seen

[lyxchen]

I don't wanna sound selfish or something but please people reblog my art :(( Also reblog other people's art just as much!! Likes really do nothing for artists on here and it's much nicer to have some reblogs with maybe even some sweet tags than it is to have a bunch of likes but no reblogs.

[thedeathdeelers]

thinking about a jatp/sc au where sunset curve have a reaction channel on youtube and the only reason im bringing this up is because i have this one particular idea:

so reggie has this one running gag that starts off with him drinking juice/water/whatever out of a SOLO cup then perhaps a colourful plastic cup, a glass — but it grows from there. at some point it shifts a funky shaped mug with Humorous Text on it in different fonts etc

and then suddenly u got him drinking out of wild shit like a huge curvy carafe to straight up vases and the biggest glass containers he can find (sometimes medium sized marble vases but he really struggles to lift those up- luke helps him out whenever he whips one of those out for a video) (both do it so nonchalantly barely giving it any attention)

and that’s the thing — no one comments on this, ever. none of the boys even look at it- it’s just reggie taking the occasional sip as they react to music videos and shit

anyway.

[ginnyrules27]

A, T and Z please!

A: Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

*takes a deep breath* Bal, Huma, Jonnie, Jarlos, Benlos (Descendants), Josh/Donna, Charlie/Zoe (West Wing), MerDer, Lexie/Mark, Jackson/April, Callie/Arizona, Baliey/Ben, Alex/Jo (Grey's Anatomy), Juke, Willex, Reggie/Happiness (JatP),

T: Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Chad was claustrophobic hence his reaction to being shoved into a closet in D3

Z: Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go! (Prompts optional but encouraged.)

Descendants would have been a lot stronger if it was a television series and the movies acted as the season/series finales. It would have allowed for certain plot points to make sense (looking at you evil Audrey even though we don't know why she turned from somewhat good to the main villain of the final movie) and would have allowed for more characters to be shown/named

[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!

~

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.”

[eepybubble]

what is a reaction image you never get to use?

also hello

ahhhh there's a lot of them bc i tend to forget i have them i have a folder of jatp ones in my camera roll

also yeah hiii i hope you're doing well i really appreciate all of your asks <3

[floating-in-the-blue]

🍦+ 🦋+ 🥐

Thank youuuuuu, hunny! <3

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

Oh ... uhm ... frantically trying to figure out if there is a character I genuinely hate 😳 Hate is a very strong word and I'm usually too lazy to hate and even the evil characters can be super interesting. So I guess that leaves the ones that give me a visceral reaction of disgust and strong anger.

Which is the likes of Geoffrey Lannister and Keylo Ren and I'm not sure what I could say about them that's good? I mean the actors, yes, but the characters?

I give up, I'm too tired.

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately 

uh ... trying to find something positive but again with the tired. Hmm ... okay, one thing I've been thinking about is how grateful I am that I stayed in the jatp fandom even after all the shit that went down with the blacklist and friends from the early days moving on, and that I kept on writing (even though slowly) because I found new friends and I still love writing my stories and I'm super grateful there are people out there who enjoy them and let me know so. Because that's something very precious and not at all guaranteed.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 

answered here.

Writers Truth or Dare