Reggie Molina Stan first, human second. Everyone deserves to be themselves and be happy, and if you dont think so get tfrick off my page(in the nicest way possible) My hobbies include reading other peoples fanfictions so I avoid writing my own. My AO3 is Oreobunny1 if your in the mood for found family and ANGST. Hope you have a great day/night!
I was reading through my journal, looking at old entries about how I felt when I was suicidal (note that I was, not currently), it sucks to feel that way. I made it, although some people don’t win that battle, it doesn’t make them weak or any less of a person. They did their best until they couldn’t take it anymore. It’s a hard decision to make, and I implore the people who know those who are struggling to not make it about you. The whole ‘think about the people you will leave behind’ thing is crappy and it only makes the person feel worse. Instead of criticizing, maybe listen to them, make them feel seen. I’m aware I’m a small blog, but it needed to be said. I’m available to anyone who wants a non judgemental ear to listen, I’m almost always on my phone, and you won’t be a burden if you message me.
If you're still doing the prompts you should do the gang (alex, julie, luke, reggie) and (platonic) cuddles!!! (I'm so soft for them and have read every jatp fic tagged platonic cuddles KFKZKDKD)
you know what ask and you shall receive. i wanted to write core4/juke cuddles today so here’s a mindless piece with cuddles and nothing else.
sit tight like bookends // 1.5k words // ao3 link in reblogs!
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Luke’s kind of having a terrible day.
It’s not terrible for any reason. He’s just grouchy. For starters, he misses being alive. It’s nice to be able to touch Julie now, and to occasionally be visible to people with her help, but it’s not the same. On a day like this in the past, he might have gone for a hard run, just to sweat and feel his heart race. Or maybe taken a nap. Or eaten a bunch. He knows ghosts don’t get hungry, but he misses being able to eat just for the sake of it sometimes, for the comfort of warm food on a cold day.
Not that he can feel the cold anymore either. But whatever. You get the point.
So he's having this terrible, grouchy day, and he ends up spread-eagled on Julie's bed, even though he knows he's not meant to be in her room. It just sucks how long she's gone at school every day, and he knows he's not supposed to visit her at school even more than he's not supposed to be in her room. He's not even prying through her stuff this time! He's just innocently feeling sorry for himself.
Even with his eyes closed, he can feel and hear the presence of someone else poofing into the room. Then he hears Alex's voice, "Dude, you know you're not supposed to be in here when Julie's not home."
Luke cracks open one eye. Alex is standing with his hands in his pockets, but his shoulders aren't all up against his ears like they get when he's anxious. More than anything, he looks that particular, Alex-brand mixture of irritated and concerned, eyebrows raised, lips pressed together, eyebrows furrowed. "C'mon, man. What gives?"
Luke sighs, long and dramatic, and snaps, "I don't know, okay?!" mostly just because in the moment, it feels good to be a little terse. Then the moment ends, and he feels bad, his stomach turning all tight and guilty. "Sorry, Lex," he groans, dragging his hands over his own face and then keeping them there, so he doesn't have to see Alex's expression melt into that other Alex-brand look, the one where he's halfway between knowing and affectionate. Somehow, that face is worse than the irritated-concerned one. "I'm just... I dunno. I don't wanna be a ghost any more. And I miss food. And Julie's still not home. Today sucks."
"That's fair enough," says Alex, like he always has when Luke is whinging for no reason, because Alex only ever tells him to shut up or be reasonable or quit whining when he's really being ridiculous, and Luke appreciates that, that Alex knows when to let him ramble but knows when enough is enough. Luke feels the mattress move as Alex sits on the end of the bed. "Like, you shouldn't be such an asshole about it—" Luke can't help but smile at that, knows Alex is grinning too without even looking "—but it's still fair." A moment of silence. In his mind's eye, Luke can see Alex staring into the carpet like it holds some answers for him, thinking hard enough it basically counts as a workout. "Is there anything I can do to help?" Alex asks eventually, soft. He means it.
Luke shrugs. It's nice in this dark little cave he's created with his hands. "I don't know, man."
"Okay," says Alex. The mattress shifts more under Luke. Then, Luke feels his right side glow with warmth as Alex lies down beside him. Sometimes he wonders if since they became ghosts, he can actually feel his boys' auras, or something, because he's sure this sense of care and steadiness didn't radiate off Alex quite like this when they were alive. Maybe it's been since the Orpheum, actually. Luke can't really remember. "C'mere," Alex encourages him. "I'm good for hugs today, if you want some."
Maybe once upon a time Luke would have pretended not to be eager, but even then, he would have done a bad job, and now he doesn't even bother with the act. Immediately, he takes his hands off his face, blinking against the return of the light as he turns to Alex, flings an arm across Alex's chest and a leg over Alex's hip, snuggling up tight until he's plastered to the side of Alex's body. Alex just laughs, quiet, extends his arm out so Luke can pillow his head on Alex's shoulder, one hand coming up to mess up Luke's hair even more than it already was.
For a moment, they lie there together, Luke relaxing until he feels more and more like his body and Alex's body are synced, breaths coming in and out at a similar pace. The bitter, jittery feeling in his spine eases back, lets go of his tongue, so he feels less likely to bite at whoever comes close.
Which is good timing, because there's another whoosh, and this weight lands behind him, on the bed as soon as they arrive.
"You guys are cuddling without me?" Reggie says, but he doesn't sound upset. In fact, he sounds delighted that there's cuddling happening, period. There's scuffling, and then two thuds*,* because Reggie knows better than to let his shoes touch Julie's bed, and then Luke feels a different warmth, sweeter than Alex's, more caramelised, and Reggie spoons against Luke's back, his nose burying into Luke's neck and one arm laying all the way over him to rest on Alex's chest.
"We were cuddling without you, because Luke was being a miserable grouch, but we've been interrupted," Alex says primly, and as Luke manages a mildly offended hey!, Reggie laughs, not phased at all. Luke can feel it as it vibrates from Reggie's chest to his own back, the tangibility of his joy making Luke feel warm from the inside. Reggie and Alex start bickering over the top of his head, and he doesn't really pay attention to them. Some part of him is trying to string some lyrics together, about being warm, about being able to feel someone else laughing because they're pressed so closely to you that their happiness feels just as much your own. But he's not quite sure what he's trying to say, yet.
They're still there when Julie gets home from school. Luke hears the door open and close, feels Reggie go tense, like he's worried they're going to get yelled at. But Julie only sounds kind of exasperated when she says, "Seriously, guys? Boundaries?"
"Luke's having a bad day," Reggie explains right away.
"Not anything serious," Alex corrects him, "just in a bad mood."
Luke nods and wriggles a bit between his boys, sits up so he can look at Julie properly.
The feeling of his heart in his mouth when he sees her will apparently never stop. She looks tired and ruffled from her day at school, hair a cloud around her face where he can see she was running her fingers through it as she thought in class, skirt crumpled at the hem where she would have wrinkled it in her fist, rubbed the fabric between her fingers. She dumps her backpack on the carpet and offers him a grin, and he can't remember what in the world he could have been grumpy about. If being a ghost brought him to her, being a ghost is awesome.
He looks around at the bed and realises they're going to have to rearrange, but Alex and Reggie seem on the same page at the same time, because they're his favourites and he loves them and he wants them close to him always. They move, adjusting and shuffling around, until a spot for Julie appears in between Alex and Luke. With a relieved sigh, she flops down, and Luke might be fooling himself, but he thinks he feels her energy, too. It's softer than Alex or Reggie, enveloping, like warm water scented with something beautiful.
She leans over Luke to kiss Reggie's forehead hello, then kisses Luke on the mouth (she tastes like the cherry bubblegum Flynn always carries around), then she turns to kiss Alex on the cheek. "I have homework to do later," she says, but it comes out a little garbled as she surprises herself with a yawn. Luke, Alex and Reggie exchange a fond look over the top of her head — she'll be asleep before she knows it. Alex nods his head at the clock on her desk and mouths I'll wake her up, because Luke and Reggie both have absolutely zero time perception.
Luke wraps his arms around Julie's waist and holds her close to him, and she settles in, Alex curling up to hold her from behind while Reggie moves up a bit, so he can press himself to Luke and run his hands gently through Julie's hair at the same time. Their different kinds of warm all stitch themselves together, weaving over Luke's body like a blanket, like a shield. All that's wrong with the world is on the other side, kept away from him by Alex's fingers rubbing little circles into Luke's side, by the feeling of Julie's chest rising and falling with her breaths, by the movement of Reggie's arms over his head. By all of them curled as close to him as they can be.
Luke's day isn't so terrible after all.
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I just would like to thank everyone who ever reblogs this so that it somehow ends up back on my dash because I usually need the reminder (especially the drinking water one)
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
I get that we need the safety talk but I had a little trouble with what time of the year my school did this in my first two years of high school. Early in the morning the first month you get back from Christmas. What fun ruining our happy time back from break. I’m just interested in fandom and the characters in it. I even work on my own things for the fandoms I’m in.
Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.
I get that we need the safety talk but I had a little trouble with what time of the year my school did this in my first two years of high school. Early in the morning the first month you get back from Christmas. What fun ruining our happy time back from break. I’m just interested in fandom and the characters in it. I even work on my own things for the fandoms I’m in.
omg Alex walking in on Reggie snuggling into his pink hoodie bc he is sad and needed comfort and Alex's heart feels warm at seeing his best friend in his favorite hoodie, knowing it makes Reggie feel safe. Also the hoodie is a big too big for reggie so he looks adorable
fffftttttttt.
OkAY YOU GOT ME.
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Lucky Pink
Alex is late for his date with Willie but he can't find his lucky hoodie anywhere.
He's checked the studio, under the sofa, up in the loft, and even inside the piano - Luke thought it was real funny to hide his hat there once, but the joke was on him because then he had to deal with one of Alex's messier anxiety attacks.
Still, the hoodie is nowhere to be seen.
Of course, this is LA in the summer and he's made of air anyway and he doesn't need a hoodie but... he just feels better when he has it. When he can hide beneath his hood and fist his hands in the worn cuffs, play with the strings that hang from the collar.
He decides to check the house.
But it's not there.
So he decides to ask Julie if she's seen it and knocks on her bedroom door, but there's no response. He's about to leave when he realises his hoodie might be in there.
He decides just to take a peek.
But when he sticks his head through the door, he's surprised to find that Julie's room is, in fact, occupied, but not by Julie.
Instead, he finds Reggie, under the duvet, face soft and slack, with his head half dissolved in the pillow, eyelashes resting gently against his pale cheeks. Pressed open on the bed next to him is one of the books from Julie's bookshelf - he tilts his head to read the title - Looking For Alaska.
And up, over his lips, Alex spots the pink material.
His hoodie.
His first reaction is pure fury and frustration. Reggie has stolen his clothes before, yes, and that's annoying, but this one? This is his favourite. This is his lucky pink.
His fists clench at his sides and he's about to say something to wake the boy, when a second emotion strikes him.
He drops to his knees and lays his chin on the bed, taking a closer look at Reggie's face. His eyes are red and the skin just around them is blotchy. He shifts his gaze and notices that he's also wearing one of Luke's bracelets and has another clutched in his fist.
Alex sighs and drops his head forward against the soft sheets.
Luke's bracelets, Julie's bed, his hoodie.
Alex hovers a finger above Reggie's face, before smoothing out the stress lines that have taken up a home on his forehead.
"We love you," Alex whispers.
Then he stands and decides maybe it would be nice to feel the sun on his arms that afternoon.
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I told myself i would just appreciate this hc and not write it but here we are, thirty minutes later.
i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.
i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……
southern europe is burning.
my country is burning.
people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.
yesterday my country had 300 active fires.
people are losing EVERYTHING they own.
i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.
and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish.
i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately.
but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?
again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves:
An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete
Torneros de Jamuz, Spain
Duca, Croatia
A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste
Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios
Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.
Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece
This is fucking important. I am glad someone fucking spoke about this and said what they had to say. The damage is terrible, and all the evergreen, stone, even the ground is black. I was fucking terrified when Croatia was burning. The fire was near a village where I like and I thought it will burn down. I thought the church will burn down. I thought the cemetery where my grandpa is buried will burn. I still remember the smell of smoke, and when I went to check how bad is fire, my clothes and hair and skin all stunk of smoke. It didn’t go away for weeks.
This is NASA’s picture of Croatia and Montenegro burning. My fucking country was burning. Fucking reblog this. I don’t care that it isn’t UK or US, or that it doesn’t go with your blog, fucking. Reblog. It.
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