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Just want to remind the JATP fandom that if (when) the show comes back that you all please please PLEASE remember that your headcanons are just that... headcanons.

So don't get angry or upset when (if) the second season comes out and it doesn't fit with anything you've been dreaming up. With both characters and plot.

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I love how legally blonde the musical at one point just says 'fuck it lets have the entire cast irish dance in the middle of the 11 o'clock number'

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someone help me please

I’ve been roped into Legally Blonde the musical 13 years after it was made and I can’t get out

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Happy final day of @jukebox-week !

I have one more fic to share before I promptly pass out, and then subsequently start digging through all of the fics that I’ve been dying to read all week. This one was originally meant to go up for Day 6: 🎃Four Seasons 🌨️ but it’s late because it fought me every step of the way. So to make up for its tardiness, I’ve added a touch of Day 7: 🤩 Legends 🎉 to round things out.

Hope y’all enjoy!

SUMMARY: “Funny. I didn’t hear you offering to keep me warm when I was freezing down by the pier earlier,” Luke pouts as he joins them.

“Alex followed the rules and dressed appropriately,” Julie tuts. She pulls away from the drummer in question and steps toward Luke. “And you never asked me to keep you warm— your loss, honestly,” she adds, poking him square in the middle of the chest.

— OR —

The one where Luke’s aversion to sleeves gets the better of him on a summer tour stop in San Francisco, but the combination of Julie + a souvenir bought out of necessity warms him up eventually.

EXCERPT:

“I’m not laughing at you,” she lies, her voice quivering in the barest hint of a giggle.“It actually kind of suits you.”

“You think?” he asks, eyes darting back up to meet hers.

That last part’s not a lie— but Julie sort of wants to play it off as one. Sort of wants to keep teasing him. Sort of hates how true the sentiment is, and how easy it had been to offer up without even thinking twice about it. Because Luke shouldn’t look cute in that god-awful, over-priced cat sweatshirt he’d been forced to buy as a result of being thoroughly convinced that he’s actually immune to the cold. But he does, because he’s Luke, and Julie’s yet see him don an article of clothing that makes him look bad. It also does’t help that his eyes are alight with a hopeful anticipation as he waits on her to pass judgement that sort of takes Julie’s breath away.

And Julie kind of, sort of, really loves the fact that Luke puts so much stock in her approval. Kind of, sort of loves way he rewards her simple nod in agreement with a smile so bright, she’s half convinced the sun has come out and chased the thick San Francisco fog away. She kind of, sort of, really loves Luke in general— but maybe Luke doesn’t need to know that just yet.

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you’re half of me now by @alexjulies

Teen And Up | One-Shot | 2.4k | Complete

Select Tags: Alternate Universe - 1990s, Bartender!Julie, Social Smoker!Luke, All characters are 21+

“you’re gonna lose that voice of yours if you keep lighting up after shows, sunset.”

he barely has time to register what’s happening before she’s pulled the unlit cigarette from his lips and stamped it into the ground. luke starts to argue, but then he realizes the voice belongs to the bartender he spent half their performance watching, and.

well.

“my name is luke.”

“i know. i’m julie.“

@pearlcaddy says: This fic creates such a strong sense of atmosphere with such a relatively small word count and I love living in the wee world it inhabits. alexjulie’s writing is always so beautiful, and I’m utterly obsessed with the version of Juke she creates in this verse. Also, Julie calling Luke “Sunset”???? has lived rent-free for months—I will never recover.

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★ HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADISON REYES! (JUNE 25, 2004) ★

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Warner from Legally Blonde deserved to be bitchslaped send tweet

IM ON LEGALLY BLONDE TUMBLR!!!!!

#legally blonde #elle woods

Me: omg I’m so hyped about this new story idea!! I can’t wait to write this is gonna be epic!!!

Me when I sit down to write: wait, what? Why do I do the thing what why?

#writing #writblr #writers of tumblr #writer #writers life

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: hsmtmts - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ricky Bowen/Gina Porter Characters: Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS), Gina Porter

Summary:

Gina is preparing to leave East High without saying goodbye - again. Ricky notices something off with her and pushes for Gina to open up.

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How Wonderful Life Is While You’re In the World (8/16)

I’m finally back with more content for you guys! There’s not much to say except thank you all so much for the love and support! A very special shoutout to my dear friend Rainy for helping me out with the kimonos, and the rest of the HHC for all of your kindness and support. You are truly the best hype people :) Without further ado, chapter 8! Enjoy!

Don’t Stop Me Now

Content warnings: alcohol, swearing, homophobia

Ao3

March 2020

Alex does manage to get out of Germany. He meets Willie near a large gaggle of tourists, dressed in a sharp blue suit. After two bottles of wine, they make their way to Willie’s hotel room, giggling like children.

“If I was a random, normal person out in the world,” Willie says, falling onto the bed. Alex flops down next to him. “I don’t think I would’ve met you.”

“Thank God we’re not random, normal people out in the world,” Alex whispers softly.

Willie smiles. “Thank God.”

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Just Headstones With Old Names

Summary: Julie’s cuddling with her boys when the question pops into her head. She’s laying across all three of them with her head in Luke’s lap and her feet in Alex’s, humming contentedly as Luke runs his fingers through her hair, and the thought just comes out of nowhere.

“Have you guys been to your graves?”

Or, Julie finds out that Reggie’s headstone has the wrong name on it. She and the boys decide to fix it.

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Alex, Not Alexis

When Alex Mercer was born, his doctor called him a baby girl. His parents dressed him up in a pretty pink onesie with white stripes and took him home. They named him Alexis Abigail Mercer. They liked to call him Lexi for short.

At a year and a half old, Alex was sat in the living room watching Sesame Street while his mother, Rebecca cooked dinner and his father, George sat reading the newspaper. He smiled and giggled when Suzanne Farrell appeared in her pretty pink tutu and danced around like a ballerina. He clapped as she twirled and stood in fifth position, and Rebecca decided then that her little "Alexis" was going to take ballet lessons when "she" turned two.

At two years and a month, Alex was put into his first ballet lesson, clad in a pretty pink tutu, just like Suzanne. He was taught how to stand in position, how to move his arms and hands so he could dance, just like her. He smiled proudly at himself as he twirled in his little tutu, his proud mother watching with happy tears in her eyes.

When Alex started school a few years later, he was nervous to be in a new environment. He's always been a little anxious about trying new things and about being away from mommy and daddy. The little boys and girls at school already seeming cliqued up and excluding him did not calm him down.

For a few years, he would come home from school upset and crying because the other kids laughed at him for panicking, needing his Epi-pen, or whatever bad thing happened that set him off like a boy pulling his pigtails. When he didn't, he would tell his mom he was sick, because he did sort of feel sick, and ask for chicken soup and a mom-approved show on the TV.

But when he felt alright, he would just go and suffer the consequences. Until one day in third grade when he met this boy named Luke Patterson. Luke was nice to him and would yell at bullies for being mean because "She's not doing anything bad! Just leave her alone!" and run to tell a teacher to get them in trouble.

"Thank you, Luke, for making them go away." Alex would tell him and push his bangs out of his face, behind his ears. He was sort of starting to hate his long bangs and long hair. But he loved his pink clothes.

"No problem!" Luke would respond and grab his hand, and they would take off together in search of crickets and grasshoppers to chase.

They stayed best friends all though out the rest of their elementary years, and into middle school. His parents loved Luke for Alex. A little boy who shared their sweet "Alexis'" faith and was nice to "her"? He seemed absolutely perfect. Until they got to know him.

See, Luke was sort of a stubborn, rebellious boy who liked rock bands and electric guitar. It only got worse when the pair met Bobby Wilson in the seventh grade and introduced them to Reggie Peters, who wore leather jackets and Bobby only encouraged Reggie, Luke and Alex sneaking out to see bands they liked, and who called their sweet baby Alex. Little did they know it was because Alex had asked the three of them to call him that.

Alex laughed as he stood in the arcade with Bobby, Reggie and Luke, beating Reggie at Street Fighter for the third time that day. Their arcade trips had soon become a regular thing, and they had learned to ignore the strange looks they got from the fact of the four of them being three boys in rebellious rocker boy garb and a girl in a baby pink hoodie, grey baggy shorts, hair shoved under a black snapback, and Nike sneakers.

"Way to go, Alexis!" Reggie cheered him on, fist in the air in celebration at his best friend winning yet again.

Alex blinked and felt his smile falter just a little, giving Reggie a fist bump. "Thanks, buddy."

Reggie took notice of her smile shrinking, though, and frowned a little, tilting his head. "Hey, you ok? Something bothering you?"

"What? No, I'm fine. Just-" Alex stopped to take a deep breath, shoving the anxiety building up in his stomach down. He knew his friends would be fine with such a small change, so why did the idea of asking this of them make him want to throw up the pizza they just ate? "I- Can you guys stop calling me Alexis? I don't like that name. I want to be called Alex." He admitted and bit his lip, bouncing on his heels.

"Oh, sure." Reggie shrugged like it was nothing.

"No problem, Alex." Luke agreed with a smile.

"Alex it is." Bobby nodded. "But is Lexi still ok?"

Alex considered it for a second and nodded with a smile. "Lexi is still ok, but thanks for asking first."

"Hey, we just want you to be comfortable, Alex." Bobby smiled and Alex chuckled, bumping shoulders with him. "Thanks, boys."

"Anything for you, Lexi." Reggie promised. "Besides, it would be weird of me to call you a name you don't like when I ask everyone to call me Reggie instead of Reginald. Just feels wrong." He said, scrunching up his face when he spoke his full name.

"Or Bobby instead of Robert." Bobby cringed.

"Or Luke instead of... Um, Lucy." Luke admitted and bit his lip, watching his best friend's reactions carefully.

"Luke fits you better." Alex told him, silently promising to keep his real name a secret from the rest of the world for all eternity, and he saw appreciation in Luke's eyes at that. So his best friend was both Christian and transgender (and maybe so was he). It didn't have to be a big deal. Luke was still Luke, and he would always be just Luke to Alex. He smiled, silently pointing his thumb at the game machine.

"I like Luke!" Reggie grinned, giving him a comforting pat on the back.

"Yeah, man. It sounds cool. Sounds like a rock star name." Bobby commented and Luke chuckled as he put another coin in the slot to play (and lose) again.

So it was settled. His boys called him Alex and Lexi and he called his boys Luke, Reggie and Bobby. It worked for them. It felt right.

He knew he couldn't just ask his parents to stop calling him the name they picked out that they loved so much, so he just didn't. And he definitely wasn't planning on ever telling them that he was pretty sure he was a boy like his best friends, not a girl like they had previously thought, because he'd heard the awful way his very conservative, very religious parents had talked about "disgusting queers and their sick desire to poison the youth and watch the world go up in flames".

So yeah, he was very much content with keeping it a secret until he turned eighteen and moved out so he could do whatever he wanted to, like cut his hair and legally change his name and get a whole new wardrobe that he didn't have to hide in the back of his closet behind pretty church dresses and ballet class tutus. Like his cool hoodies and pants and sneakers. He still loved the color pink. It was still his favorite. He was just a boy that liked pink. Not a girl. It didn't have to be a big deal.

And he did keep that secret, very well. For a while. Some punk kid at school told his parents and they told Alex's parents, who promptly threw a massive tantrum about having a daughter, not a son, and how they did not raise "Alexis" to be like this. How they were not going to raise a "queer" and Alex needed up to clean up "her" act or "she" could find another place to live because "she" could not stay there if "she" was going to be like that.

"And what if I like the way I am, dad? What if I like that I think I'm a boy, and like that I think I might like Luke?" Alex finally snapped and crossed his arms, and both of his parents were shocked into silence.

"Really, Alex?" Luke asked softly, uncharacteristically quiet for once. He looked up at Alex from the couch where the pair were previously finishing Math homework together, his eyes wide and hopeful.

Alex softened and gave Luke a little smile, nodding slightly. "Yeah, Luke."

"And Luke, how do you feel about our Alexis?" George sneered at Luke and sent him a bitter glare, almost daring the boy to challenge him, and Luke, well, he never said no to a dare or a challenge.

Luke pursed his lips at George and gave him a sickly sweet smile. "Well, I dunno who Alexis is, sir, but I do know that Alex is one of the coolest, smartest, most talented and amazing boys I've ever met." He answered, putting an emphasis on "Alex" and "boys" just to piss George off.

"Luke." Rebecca spoke up, fists clenched and eyes trained on Luke. "Say that again." She ordered slowly, as if asking him to speak again would change the words that came out of his mouth.

Luke scoffed, standing from the cough and dropping his text book to the floor. "I said, ma'am, that Alex is one of the cool, smartest, most talented and amazing boys I've ever met, and I like him, too." He smiled and took Alex's hand in his, giving it a comforting squeeze and smiling when Alex squeezed him right back.

"Get out of this house! Both of you!" George commanded, pointing toward the door.

"Bye!" Alex waved and walked out with Luke, as if this was something perfectly normal and fine, getting on his bicycle. "Let's head to Bobby's. Reggie's already there with him."

So now Alex was taking up residence in the Wilson garage. He guessed he really should've known they would find out some way or another. He wasn't openly telling people he was a boy named Alex, but he also was necessarily acting like the little ballerina princess people used to know as Alexis. No, now he was just that "girl" that always hid "her" hair under hats before just cutting it all off, and that "girl" that played the drums and hanged out in the arcade or played basketball with a bunch of guys.

Reggie came soon after, when his parents' fighting had just become too much for him to handle. Alex always felt bad and wished there was some way he could snap his fingers and magically have everything be fixed, but there was nothing he could do to help anyone. That didn't help his anxiety, either. The only thing that helped, was drumming. So he drummed, a lot.

The boys ended up forming a band that they called Sunset Curve. (Reggie came up with it. Reggie also designed their logo. Both things he was very proud of. And the boys loved it.) It took them a few years, Luke and Alex deciding they were better as friends, Luke moving into the garage, and some gigs at book clubs, but they were starting to get big. Big enough to play The Orpheum.

And then three of them ate some bad hot dogs.

Alex guessed the afterlife wasn't so terrible. Sure, he was dead and he couldn't eat pizza or Bobby's mom's famous meals anymore, but dying brought him and Luke and Reggie to Julie. With Julie came Ray, and Carlos, and Flynn. And sure, he couldn't actually talk to Ray or Carlos, but he could talk to Flynn with Julie's whiteboard or Julie relaying messages to them, so he had that.

And then came Willie.

Sweet, funny, handsome Willie that was nice to him, and answered his questions, and used the name Alex had asked him to. Sweet, funny, handsome Willie that showed him how to move objects by focusing his energy into his hands, and gave him a new coping mechanism for his anxiety. Sweet, funny, handsome Willie that liked to cause trouble with cops, and went by "they" and "them", which Alex would always respect, because he knew what it was like to be misgendered and he was never going to do that to his sweet Willie.

There was just one little thing bothering him on one random Saturday. He hadn't yet told Willie that he himself was trans. He was going to! He wasn't going to keep that a secret from someone sort of like him. He just hadn't gotten around to it yet, but now he would.

"Hey, Wills." He piped up as they were sat in a museum, shouting a little and talking through his stressor of the week.

"Yeah, Hot Dog?" Willie smiled, running their finger through Alex's soft blond locks.

"I'm trans. I'm a trans boy." Alex told him after a moment of hesitation, leaning into Willie's gentle hand.

Willie raised their eyebrows and their smile widened, scooting closer to Alex. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Ok."

"Willie?"

"Hmm?"

Alex blushed and chewed on his lip, taking a deep breath and looking Willie in the eye. "I really like you. A lot."

Willie gasped softly and felt their jaw drop as they looked at Alex, a soft smile forming on their face. "I like you, too, Lexi."

Alex smiled at the way the affectionate nickname sounded on Willie's lips, raising a hand to tuck Willie's hair behind their ear. "Then, can I kiss you?"

Willie let out a giggle and nodded, leaning in slowly. "Yes."

Alex leaned in the rest of the way and pressed his lips against Willie's, his hand grasping Willie's neck gently. He pulled away slowly after a while and bit his lip, still unable to hide the smile on his face. "That felt really good."

"Yeah." Willie agreed.

"Can I do it again?"

"God, yes." Willie nodded immediately. "Yes please, Lexi."

Alex giggled then and kissed Willie again, softer and slower this time.

So, yeah. Maybe the afterlife wasn't perfect, but it came pretty damn close if you asked Alex, so he wasn't going to complain.

Does anyone else plan out conversations in their head so much that they plan the exact moment where they are going to have a breakdown?

Or should I get therapy?

Or both.

#talking #talking to myself #mental breakdown

How come every time I try to have a serious conversation with an adult, I cry?

It doesn’t even have to be an emotional topic!

It’s embarrassing.