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Lucifer finale: Six Feet Under edit

***Warning: Major spoilers!***

All video belongs to Netflix, Warner Bros, and/or HBO.

Song: “Breathe Me” by Sia

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“All things considered, I guess I’m ready for the rest of it.”

Still on my San Junipero/“Heaven is a Place on Earth” kick. So here’s some Kelly and Yorkie goodness for you.

Video credit: Black Mirror, Season 3, Episode 4, “San Junipero.”

Song credit: “Heaven is a Place on Earth” by Belinda Carlisle

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“Your memory will carry on.”

I just rewatched Season 6, and I’m still full of emotion. So here’s some more Deckerstar fluff.

Video clips from “Lucifer,” a Warner Bros. Original distributed by Netflix.

Song credit: “Welcome to the Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance

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Deena and Sam: “Heaven is a Place on Earth”

I’m not sure why I’m on such a “Heaven is a Place on Earth”/San Junipero kick, but I am.

So here are some Deena x Sam gifs.

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Deckerstar Video Teaser: “Heaven is a Place on Earth.”

For my fellow Deckerstar fans. No spoilers for Season Six. I saw a lot of parallels between Black Mirror’s “San Junipero” and the Lucifer finale. So I made this video for you, Lucifans.

Image credits: “Lucifer,” owned by Warner Bros Studio and Netflix.

Song credit: “Heaven is a Place on Earth” by Belinda Carlisle

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“Heaven is a place on earth.”

I just finished the Lucifer series finale so here are some gifs for you. No spoilers, but I haven’t smiled while sobbing that much since Black Mirror’s “San Junipero.” 🥲❤️

Fellow Lucifans, please don’t post any Season 6 spoilers in the comments.

Quote from “Heaven is a Place on Earth” by Belinda Carlisle.

Images belong to Netflix and Warner Bros. TV. All rights reserved to their respective owners.

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“Honey. You’re a paper airplane, and I’m a 747.

Don’t ever think you’re anything like me because you can fly a little.”

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“This is your night. What do you wanna do?”

Author’s note: Excerpt from a short and sweet Juke fic I’m working on. Julie and Luke finally face the music. Reggie and Alex have moved on and crossed into the Great Beyond. Only the two remain. So where do we go from here?

Image credit: Julie and the Phantoms and Pinterest, quote by me, edited in Canva.

In the gleaming new studio Luke snapped his fingers. Julie jolted out of her trance.

“Hi? Hey! You okay?”

“Yeah. Sorry. Just spaced out for a second,” she mumbled, blinking hard.

“No prob,” he murmured. The guitar strings creaked as he fingered some notes. “You should go home, too. Get some sleep. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

“I wish I could,” Julie groaned. She slouched over the piano and rubbed her gritty eyes. “I’m not going to sleep at all. Not until we get this bridge worked out.”

“We, huh?” Luke perked up. Try as he might he couldn’t quite smother his grin. “I thought this was gonna be Aiden’s big debut?”

He hammered a few ridiculously over-the-top wailing chords and danced around the studio, fighting to keep a straight face. He mimed flipping his hair back and forth in a perfect Aiden impression. Julie cackled.

“Okay. So what would you do then?” she prompted him, still giggling. “If we cut the guitar solo.”

Suddenly he popped up behind her, peering at the sheet music propped up on the piano. Julie’s skin prickled as he leaned over and studied the transcribed pages.

“It’s not up to me. Or that jackass,” Luke mumbled, shaking his head. “Julie. It’s the Grammys. This is your night. What do you wanna do?”

She turned to look at him. Their foreheads nearly collided. Even in the studio’s air conditioning she could feel the heat wafting off her skin and his.

“This,” Julie blurted.

Before she fully realized what she was doing her hands danced across the keys, forming the chords that felt like home. The familiar melody hit Luke like a sucker punch.

“Yeah, but that’s- “

“I know,” she said. She didn’t meet his gaze as she kept playing. “Think you remember it?”

“‘Course I do,” he grumbled. Heat crept into his face.

Julie grinned up at him. “So let’s do it.”

Luke hesitated. She felt him shrink away from the piano bench. The warm glee rising in her chest left with him.

“I dunno if it really fits with the set,” he mumbled. When her face fell he blustered on: “Don’t get me wrong- it’s way, way better, but- “

“I wrote ‘Just Alone,’” Julie blurted. “You know that, right? I wrote it for you.”

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“Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?”

Author’s note: Excerpt from a short and sweet Juke fic I’m working on. In this bit Julie returns to the garage studio after an unsuccessful search for Luke, who vanished after hearing devastating news about his mom.

Image credit: Julie and the Phantoms, edited by me in Canva

The musician spirits were waiting up for her. It was painfully obvious. As she ducked under the rolling aluminum door Alex struck up a rolling four-on-the-floor tempo and Reggie plucked a G-major scale. They were absolutely terrible at trying to play it cool.

“Oh, hey,” Reggie piped up. “How was-”

Julie shook her head and dropped her backpack on the cement. Their faces fell.

“Is it okay if I sleep here tonight?” she mumbled.

“Yeah. Of course,” Alex blurted, and Reggie declared, “Totally! Mi casa es also su casa because it is su casa.”

Julie chuckled even as Alex rolled his eyes at the bassist’s lame quip.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

She curled up on the sagging, threadbare couch and closed her eyes. Alex slipped out from behind his drum and stood beside Reggie.

“What if Luke’s really gone, though?” the drummer whispered.

“Shh, she’s asleep,” Reggie hissed. “And he’s not. He’s gonna come back.”

The phantoms carefully draped a few hoodies from the attic over Julie as she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning she woke up with the pungent stench of mothballs burning her nostrils.

“Guys?” she croaked, rubbing her eyes.

But the ghosts were nowhere to be seen. She sleep walked through another school day, only to return to the garage studio occupied by only two musician spirits.

Then he reappeared. Three days after Mrs. Patterson’s obituary was published, Luke popped back into the studio.

They were about halfway through rehearsing ‘Finally Free’ when the guitarist burst back on the scene.

Luke didn’t miss a note as he jumped in on the twenty-third measure, strumming away.

Julie stumbled and nearly tripped over the amp. The drums and bass stuttered to a stop.

“Luke-” she whispered.

“Sorry. What’d I miss?” he mumbled, shooting her an uneasy, half-hearted grin.

She swallowed hard and locked eyes with Reggie and Alex. Then his bandmates, living and dead alike, surrounded him, crushing him in a tight embrace.

“Luke, I’m so-“

“We’re sorry-“

“Dude, we love you.”

If Luke had still needed to breathe their arms would have choked the life from him. It was the one time he was glad to be dead.

“Guys- Julie. It’s okay,” he mumbled.

Alex, Reggie, and Julie hugged him until he could swallow the sob surging up from his chest. They only let go once he was strong enough to stand on his own.

“Anyway. Where were we?” Luke muttered.

“Just about to start again,” Julie announced, sliding behind the piano. She locked eyes with him, and Luke caught his breath. “Ready to go from the top?”

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“He wouldn’t go. Not without saying goodbye. Right?”

Author’s note: Quote from a short, sweet Julie/Luke fic I’m working on.

Image credit: Julie and the Phantoms, edited by me in Canva



“Where’d he go?” Julie blurted after Luke vanished.

Under the flickering fluorescent lights the musician spirits exchanged an uneasy glance as she looked to them for answers.

“You don’t think- he didn’t- he wouldn’t go over,” she whispered. “Right? Not without saying goodbye.”

“No way,” Reggie blurted. “Luke’s not lame. He wouldn’t just peace out like that.”

“Yeah. He’d never,” Alex declared, tugging at the bill of his hat.

A hot lump rose in Julie’s throat. Suddenly she felt dizzy. The chairs spun overhead as she steadied herself against the piano.

“I’m going to bed,” she mumbled. “Then I’m gonna look for him tomorrow. You can come if you want.”

To be continued…

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“You have chemistry with anyone, right?”

Author’s note: Excerpt from a short and sweet Juke fic I’m working on. Julie and Luke finally face the music. Reggie and Alex have moved on and crossed into the Great Beyond. Only the two remain. So, where do we go from here?

Read longer excerpts here.

Image credit: Julie and the Phantoms and Pinterest, edited by me in Canva.

It happened during the last rehearsal before Alex and Reggie crossed over. In the garage studio the clock above the floating chairs ticked towards midnight. After three hours of practice Julie felt like a wilting pumpkin. A happy pumpkin. But Cinderella could only play for so long.

Her cheeks ached from grinning even as her eyelids drooped while they finished ‘Wake Up.’

Alex hit the high hat and leaned over his drum set to high five his bandmates.

“That was the best take yet,” he crowed. “Now let’s close it out with ‘Bright.’”

“Guys,” she groaned, “I have school tomorrow. I’ve gotta sleep. Flynn will kill me if I miss First Hour.”

“Boo, sleep!” Reggie announced cheerfully, plucking away at his bass. “You can sleep when you’re dead.”

Alex and Luke shot him a sharp look, and Reggie shrank like a sad puppy. Sometimes he got so caught up in the moment, he forgot death was a sore subject- for the living and musician spirits alike.

“Totally figuratively, I mean,” he mumbled, ducking his head.

“Okay. Let’s do it then,” Julie declared. She caught the shy ghost bassist’s eye. “Reggie, do you want to sing vocals on ‘Bright’ this time?”

He instantly perked up.

“Um, heck, yeah!” he blurted.

Luke chuckled and cued up the intro. He threw her a backwards glance.

“You have chemistry with anyone, right?” she mouthed.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Thank you.”

Even half-asleep, Julie could play ‘Bright.’ The chords were seared into her muscle memory.

Under the hazy garage lights she watched as Reggie belted the lead vocals with his trembling, eager energy. He was a little off-pitch, but Luke and Alex didn’t skip a beat. As he reached for every single note they beamed back at him, urging him on.

So did Julie. As she played the last notes of ‘Bright,’ the notification flashed across her screen:

“Los Angeles Times Obituaries: Emily Patterson, mother of Sunset Curve lead singer, dies at 68.”

Reggie punched the air triumphantly as Luke strummed the last chord. Beaming, the guitarist leaned over the piano top.

“Uh oh. I think someone’s got some competition on vocals,” he declared with a teasing smirk.

Julie hit the lock button on her phone. But not before Luke glimpsed her screen. Pain spasmed across his face as he caught her panicked gaze.

“Luke!” Julie called.

“I don’t mean to brag, but that was kinda awesome,

wasn’t it?” Reggie piped up, pivoting on his heel.

Luke vanished before he finished his spin.

“Dude, not cool,” Reggie spluttered to the empty space. “Taking off for post-practice snacks without us.”

Alex flung a drumstick at him, nailing him squarely in the back of the head. Cringing, Reggie grumbled as Julie leapt up. Her knees smacked the underside of the keyboard, and she winced.

“Where’d he go?” Julie blurted.

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“Tell me you want me to go.”

Author’s note: Excerpt from a short and sweet Juke fic I’m working on. Julie and Luke finally face the music. Reggie and Alex have moved on and crossed into the Great Beyond. Only the two remain. So where do we go from here?

Image credit: Julie and the Phantoms, edited by me in Canva.

Julie darted out from behind the piano. She pressed her palm against Luke’s guitar strings. Her hand grazed his, and they both flinched.

Even a year after the phantoms had somehow become tangible again, it was always the same every time they touched. Like a static electric shock leaping between their skin.

Not that much touching had happened.

“You know it’s okay, right?” she murmured, staring at her scuffed Converse. “If you wanted to go. I’d be okay.”

“Yeah, sure. Now you’ve got your new guitarist,” he muttered, chuckling ruefully. “No need for the dead one to stick around.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Julie protested. “I just want you to know. You don’t have to stay here for me. It’d- I’d be okay.”

“So say it then, Julie,” Luke blurted. “Tell me you want me to go.”

The ghost’s words sucker punched her in the gut. A bittersweet smile tugged at his mouth. He fixed her with that stare, head cocked to the side. It was his eyes that got her every time. Julie’s breath hitched. She gripped the edge of the piano, reeling.

“Don’t say that,” she hissed. “That’s not fair.”

Luke laughed joylessly. “Fair,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I died at seventeen. From eating a bad street dog. Is that- do you think that’s fair?”

“No. Never,” Julie whispered. “Luke. What happened to you- it doesn’t make sense. It isn’t fair.

But it happened. We can’t stay stuck. We’ve got to move on.”

“Yeah. Says the rockstar who’s still got a whole life to live,” he mumbled.

“Don’t you want to be with her?” Julie blurted.

The ghost’s fingers slipped on the fingerboard. Luke bit his tongue. After all the years since he’d left his body he still marveled at how real everything felt. Even the pain. Especially the pain.

“Sorry, I just mean-“ she sputtered, “if I could, I’d be with my mom. If I was a ghost. If I had the choice.”

Julie watched the agony spasm over Luke’s face and immediately regretted her words. She remembered that day the news had flashed across her phone screen.

After Trevor Wilson publicly acknowledged Sunset Curve she set up a Google Alert for every mention of the band. She loved showing the guys every single notification, even if they still didn’t quite get what ‘going viral’ or ‘blowing up on YouTube’ meant.

Seeing their faces light up, knowing that people around the world heard and loved their music, was better than gaining a million views.

Until the day she saw the news about Luke’s mom.

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“You ready, Hot Dog?”

Author’s note: Another excerpt from a short and sweet Juke fic I’m working on. Julie and Luke finally face the music. Reggie and Alex have moved on and crossed into the Great Beyond.

Only the two remain. So, where do we go from here?

Image credit: Julie and the Phantoms and Pinterest, edited by me in Canva.

A couple months later, the Hollywood Ghost Club burned down. Turns out, the highly flammable wiring in those 1930s-era buildings wasn’t quite up to 2021 Los Angeles code. Or so Luke heard.

Thankfully, no one died in the inferno. When the historic hotel collapsed the freed spirits poured out. Willie sprang from the building’s crumbling skeleton on his skateboard and collided right into Alex, who was watching wide-eyed from the sidewalk.

The ghost boys tumbled, a tangle of flailing arms and legs, down Hollywood Boulevard. When they rolled to a stop, Willie came down hard on top of Alex, grunting. His elbow knocked the wind from the drummer’s lungs.

“Ouch,” Alex gasped, sprawled flat on his back.

“Jeez. Sorry,” Willie winced. “You ready, Hot Dog?”

Wheezing, Alex pulled Willie to his feet. He saw Caleb’s purple mark rise from the ghost’s wrist. It evaporated in the humid night air, like rain shimmering off L.A. streets at midnight.

“Yeah,” Alex replied. “Are you?”

Willie grabbed him by the neck and kissed him. Alex froze for a moment then pressed his lips against his mouth.

From the opposite street corner Julie and Luke watched, awe-struck. His eyes darted from the flickering flames roaring up from the ruins to Julie’s face. She pushed the lighter deeper into her pocket and threaded her trembling fingers through his.

She was still gripping Luke’s hand when Alex and Willie embraced them both. Their parting words were drowned out by the soft hiss of rain drizzling from the Southern California sky.

By the time Luke found the words to say goodbye, Alex and Willie had already stepped through that gleaming white portal into Forever.

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“I love you guys. See you on the other side, okay?”

Author’s note: An excerpt from the short, sweet in-progress Julie x Luke fic I’m working on. I post longer excerpts on my AO3 account, link in bio.

“That guitar solo isn’t working here. You’ve gotta cut it,” Luke insisted, studying Aiden’s abandoned sheet music. “You’re the lead.”

Julie sighed. It would be easy to roll her eyes and toss back some quip across the piano top. Not so easy to voice the tough question welling in her chest.

“No. I mean, why are you still here?” she blurted. “When Alex and Reggie crossed over. Why didn’t you go with them?”

The ghost’s calloused fingers froze over the fretboard. Luke grimaced. The memories played behind his closed eyelids as bright as the hologram projections he and his bandmates were supposed to be.

Like the time right before they went onstage for the São Paulo show. After Bobby finally credited Sunset Curve for their contributions to his records, Reggie got the call he’d been waiting for.

Luke remembered how the bassist’s face lit up when he heard his parents had been able to buy a house back in El Segundo with the royalties from their late son’s royalties. As the orange-red sun sank behind Pedra Grande Reggie played his best set ever.

He’d never forget his friend’s wide, goofy smile as Reggie danced back and forth across the stage, head bobbing in time with the beat.

So it wasn’t a surprise that when the door to What Came Next opened after the encore, Reggie was ready. Not before one last group hug, though. Luke still felt his arms hooked over their shoulders as Reggie mashed his sweaty forehead against theirs.

“I love you guys,” Reggie yelled over the dull roar of the crowd. “Always have, always will. See you on the other side, okay?”

Luke choked back the hot lump rising in his throat. Alex and Julie squeezed Reggie’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

Reggie grinned and nodded. Then he turned on his heel and stepped into the Great Beyond.

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“Be good to her. Else, I’m gonna call the Ghostbusters.”

Author’s note: An excerpt from the short, sweet in-progress Julie x Luke fic I’m working on. I post longer excerpts on my AO3 account, link in bio.

“Why are you still here, Luke?” Julie groaned.

He didn’t meet her gaze as he strummed his unplugged guitar.

“‘Cause that transition from the bridge to the chorus is still crap,” he grumbled.

“Come on. You know what I mean,” she said.

Luke furrowed his brow. He plugged the PRS into the amp and hammered a few power chords.

The door to the producer’s booth flew open. Flynn poked her head out.

“Everything good here?”

“Yeah. Just practicing this bridge,” Julie answered, forcing a smile. “You should go home. I’ll lock up.”

Flynn cast a wary glance around the studio and tugged at the silver cross dangling around her neck.

“Okayyyy,” she grumbled, feigning annoyance. She announced loudly: “Luke, be good to her. Else, I’m gonna call the Ghostbusters.”

She caught Julie’s eye and flashed her a wink. Luke chuckled as Flynn ducked out of the studio.

Since the band’s manager learned that ghosts were, indeed, real, Flynn had accepted the phantoms’ existence without missing a beat. That didn’t stop her from joking about exorcising Casper, though. In a weird way he appreciated that.

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“Where do we go

Between dusk and dawn?”

Another song lyric from the short, sweet in-progress Julie and the Phantoms fic I’m working at. Longer excerpts available at link in bio.

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On the Edge of Great

Author’s note: This is Part One of a two, maybe-three-shot, short and sweet JATP fic. It’s cross-posted on AO3.

A year after Julie and the Phantoms’ performance at The Orpheum, Julie is a successful singer-songwriter recognized worldwide for her accomplishments. Alex and Reggie have already crossed over. Only Luke remains as her backup band.

While she’s touched by his dedication, she’s torn knowing that he’s only stuck on earth because of her.

Before their performance at the Grammys, Julie and Luke reminisce over their memories and make amends with ghosts of concerts past.

Image credit: Netflix/Pinterest

“Never been this way before

You and I,

Used to walk under the city lights,

Together and apart

Talking about nothing

It was everything to me.”

Aiden’s solo wailed over Julie’s vocals like a Metro bus plowing through an oily puddle on Sepulveda Boulevard. She winced and sighed, playing on.

The guitarist strummed through a crunchy G chord progression. He swayed in place, lank hair flipping back and forth.

“Seriously, dude?” Luke blurted.

He yanked the cord out of the amp. Aiden’s guitar went hoarse.

The living guitarist frowned.

“Shit,” he muttered, casting around. “Must’ve tripped over the cord.”

Julie shot Luke a sharp glance. He spread his hands, bewildered and grinning, mouthing, “So clumsy.”

“It’s okay,” she insisted as Aiden plugged his Stratocaster back in. “Let’s do it again. From the top.”

Aiden peered over her head at the sheet music propped on top of the piano.

“Hey. I think you’re coming in about a quarter-beat early,” he murmured. His shoulder grazed hers as he squinted at the time signature. “Make sure you’re counting the whole way through.”

Julie’s cheeks burned.

“Yeah. I am,” she grumbled.

“She’s on beat. You’re coming in too late, jackass,” Luke huffed. He tugged his beanie down over his burning ears and slung the PRS to one side. He snatched a music stand and mimed bringing it down on Aiden’s greasy head.

“Don’t,” Julie snapped.

The living guy jumped. Luke rolled his eyes and dropped the metal stand.

Julie coughed and shifted on the piano bench.

“I mean, don’t forget to count, too,” she finished lamely.

“No worries. I won’t,” Aiden murmured. “So. You wanna go again?”

Luke circled behind the guitarist, silently echoing his words while pulling exaggerated faces.

“Actually, I want to practice by myself for a while,” Julie blurted. “You should go home. Get some rest before tomorrow.”

Aiden cocked his head to the side, hesitating. “You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m gonna work on the new bridge for a while,” she replied. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, twitching between chords as she avoided his curious gaze.

Aiden shrugged the black guitar over his head and locked it away in its plastic coffin. Before he left the studio he squeezed Julie’s shoulder.

“Don’t stay up too late, okay?” he murmured.

She nodded without looking up.

As soon as the studio door clicked shut behind him, she slammed the piano keys. The sloppy chords rang out against the insulated walls. She slumped over the keyboard.

“Why are you still here, Luke?” Julie groaned.

To be continued.