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there's a universe out there where jatp had six twenty-two episode seasons but unfortunately that's not the universe that I live in :(
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Gilmore Girls x Leverage x JATP crossover
I'm pretty sure I've asked you about some combination of those, but not all three at once lololol
Oooh Katie you have no idea what you have unleashed.
So @hawkguyhasstarbucks and I have this long-running joke that everyone everywhere should somehow be connected to Stars Hollow.
-Eliot is related to Luke Danes and you cannot tell me otherwise.
-TJ may or may not be Reggie's Uncle. Just based on vibes. (Also in a more canon universe he'd be like: Oh yeah my nephew's playing the Orpheum. No you don't know him, he died 25 years ago but I guess he's back now.)
-Sophie and Nate retire to Stars Hollow because they once got stuck there between jobs and Eliot couldn't help but introduce them to his cousin because Hardison already Knew and else Parker would have broken into his place.
-You know Sophie and Miss Patty know each other from Way Back When.
-Can you imagine how fucking annoying Nate would be at Town Meetings if he wanted to be.
-Luke's parents don't want him to end up like the Town Troubadour while Luke is like: um actually that was my backup plan if the whole rock star thing doesn't work out.
-Reggie's back up plan is for Luke Danes to make him his apprentice. He will not take 'diners don't do apprenticeships' as an answer. HE ALREADY WEARS PLAID HE CAN PUT ON A BASEBALL CAP IF IT HELPS LUKE.
-Parker vs Kirk: ultimate showdown. Either that or she LOVES his movies and like, loudly cheers at the screening when everyone else is silent.
-Alex' parents and Mrs Kim go to the same church. When they kick Alex out for being gay Mrs Kim is like: dancing and rock and roll may get you sent to hell but not loving your child for who they love is worse.
-Congrats Lane you have a white brother now.
-DRUMMER SIBLINGS. DRUMMER SIBLINGS. Lane shows Alex her secret closet and Alex is like: =/ I just came out of the closet thanks.
-Hep Alien vs Julie and the Phantoms friendly rivalry 4ever.
#julie and the phantoms#leverage#gilmore girls#this isn't even the worst of our sprawling au#it's just one big YES AND and I love it with all my heart#the jatp leverage gg au#I guess#AUs are awesome#I wrote a thing#I blame hawkguyhasstarbucks
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Time loop au. (Been thinking about this alot) it can be whatever you want but I'm gonna suggest...
Ray cannon: day they play the Orpheum or Ray cannon adjacent: julie tells him the guys/band are ghosts.
-Ray's not proud of the way he reacted the first time Julie told him she was harbouring three dead boys in mom's studio.
He may have called Doctor Turner right in front of her. And called Victoria. Freaked the hell out. Made Julie cry. Talked about grief and delusions and hospital stays.
-When he wakes up the next day, glad that he'll be able to take Julie to see Doctor Turner at eleven for an emergency session, he goes downstairs. He doesn't notice that the clothes he put out on the dresser are the same as yesterday's. He doesn't notice he trips over Carlos' sneakers just like he did yesterday. Why would he? It happens so often it's not out of the ordinary.
-He starts to get an inkling when he realises they're out of coffee. He just bought new coffee yesterday! He checks his phone, and is confused to see it's once again Sunday.
-Thank god it was all a dream.
-It was not a dream.
-The second time, he's calmer. He doesn't make Julie cry. He doesn't actively freak out. He listens to her, questions her, and gently talks about maybe talking about this with Doctor Turner. He doesn't call Victoria right away, because in his dream, or last time, whatever, that only made things worse. He remembers he heated argument about how they should have moved, how he didn't listen...
-Julie is still upset, even more so when he refuses to go to Mom's studio with her, because he's pretty sure you shouldn't go along with delusions. But he's pretty sure he hears her crying herself to sleep, and he sheds a few tears himself. How did he not see this? How did he let it get so bad? He asks Rose in heaven to guide him, give him a sign of what to do, something.
-Third time. Still trips over the sneakers. Still no coffee.
He goes into the studio with her this time. He has a panic attack and blacks out, hitting his head.
-He wakes up in his bed. Checks his phone. Sunday. He bypasses the shoes. He heads straight out the door and comes home with a coffee for himself and fancy decaf frap whatevers for the kids. Also a bunch of pastries. Just in case.
-He follows Julie to the studio. He doesn't pass out this time. The song is good. The dead boys, ghosts, look excited and a little nervous to meet him. He welcomes them, even if shaking hands doesn't exactly work. They don't want donuts, they can't eat.
He tells them they're still welcome in the house any time, for dinner or to hang out. The bassist, Reggie, is particularly excited to hear that.
-He goes to bed, but not before giving both his kids a big hug and telling them how much he loves them, how proud he is of them.
-He wakes up with Rose's voice echoing in his mind, her perfume in his nose. "I knew you just needed some time."
-He checks his phone.
-It's Monday.
-He trips over Carlos' sneakers again anyway.
#oops this turned into a fic more than headcanons#julie and the phantoms#ray molina#sometimes you gotta trap your husband in a time loop so he can keep his Best Dad Ever title#fanfic#I wrote a thing
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IF I COULD TAKE US BACK!!!! IF I COULD JUST DO THAT!!!! AND WRITE IN EVERY EMPTY SPACE THE WORDS 'I LOVE YOU' IN REPLACE THEN MAYBE TIME WOULD NOT ERASE ME
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It's been a while since you've told us anything about the fae au and Willie adapting to modern human life ;D
-Latest additions to the 'things Willie is no longer allowed to do' list include: licking things at the farmer's market without paying ("I didn't eat it! So I don't have to pay!"), make Carlos float, talk to police officers, break into the animal shelter ("It's not breaking in the dogs wanted me to come in. I was invited."), eat more than three pints of ice cream in one go.
-Yes, even Willie's semi-supernatural stomach has its limits.
-Ray shows him the wonders of hot water bottles and Luke, Reggie, and Alex fret over him. Which normally he would love but he's hurting to much to even purr about it.
-Yes of course Willie can purr why wouldn't he be able to?
-Latest additions to Ray's mental list of stuff that will distract Willie long enough that he forgets whatever mischief he was planning: youtube videos of funny cats, bubble blowing wands, fidget spinners, asking for help arbitrarily sorting random clutter, origami tutorials, one of the boys.
-That last one sometimes backfires and then there is double the chaos.
#julie and the phantoms#kidnapped by the fae au#willie throckmorton#ray molina#poor Ray just give the guy a break#I wrote a thing
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i can't remember if you've already told us (i don't think so?) but... what role does caleb play in hitman ray au?
I mean, since the boys are ghosts, he'd probably be his fabulous evil self.
-Can you imagine, like... Caleb steals souls, right? It's super heavily implied all the lifers give up their souls to be there.
-It is also implied that Caleb is essentially, sparkly gay jazzhands as he may be, Middle Management. ("He said Covington, I've got an offer that you can't refuse...")
-Caleb failing to meet his quota and trying to hire Ray to kill off some of his Lifers so he can collect his souls. He hates it. Sure he can make himself be seen by Lifers but he has to act like a Normal Modern Person so Ray will take the job which means he can't even wear his cape and tophat.
-Ray and Rose doing their usual research, finding this Lifer did nothing wrong, and being like: fuck no. They try their usual 'threaten Caleb with the fear of God and Ray Molina's Many Guns' and find out that's a little hard to do on a ghost that doesn't exist. They can't find him.
-Rose's theory is that Ray was being tested by some kind of shady government agency and he failed for having morals. Ray thinks Caleb was the Mob. They shore up their security just in case.
-Caleb annoyingly now has to send his underlings to spy on lifers for Dirt On Them, and then send another one of his underlings to ask Ray and Rose to murder them.
-Can you imagine Willie's first time being sent to spy on a lifer and being like: yeah sure he embezzles money but also he was rude to the maid. That's true evil.
-Willie does not get sent out again until he sits through the Annual Powerpoint Presentation On Reasons To Hire The Hitman On Lifers.
-Yes there's a song and dance portion of this presentation.
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send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it
#it's that time again children#Inny doesn't want to write her actual wips time#ask me#julie and the phantoms#new aus or existing aus or mash ups of different aus or crossovers it's all fair game
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Finally
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a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | Word count: 1520 | CW: referenced pregnancy (but mild) | Rating: T
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“Are we assholes for not saying something sooner?”
“They would have talked us out of it.”
Robin hums as she rocks back and forth, eyes never leaving the sleeping baby in her arms. “Still feel like we should have given them a warning. If only so that they keep the volume down.”
Steve pauses where he’s unpacking the baby’s go bag. “I didn’t think about that.”
She glances up at him, eyebrow raised. “You seriously didn’t consider that inviting all of your little gremlins wouldn’t result in a category five sound explosion the second they cross the threshold? If they wait that long?”
He waves her off. “Eddie’s going to let them in,” he says, “he’ll scare them into acting right.”
“If you say so.”
Before Steve can say anything, there’s a little snuffle from the bundle in her arms that has him scrambling to kneel beside her. He peers, eyes wide and voice the softest whisper he can manage as he asks, “Is he waking up?”
“I think so,” she whispers. She looks at the cloud clock on the nursery wall. “Can you fix a bottle?”
Steve leans forward and kisses the baby’s forehead. “You betcha. Be back in a flash.”
He carefully steps away then darts out of the room. Robin rocks back and forth to the sounds of Steve and Eddie in the kitchen, trying to be quiet and failing miserably. They all have to get used to being softer around the house now that they’ve got a new little roommate.
It’s still a bit mindblowing that she and Steve have a baby now.
They’ve been married since Robin turned eighteen for Upside Down reasons, in case something happened to either of them, they’d be the one in control of the medical decisions – not their clueless parents. And ten years later, the Upside Down fully behind them, it just hasn’t been a priority to undo it – not with the tax break and protection it gives them both.
Of course, it’s totally platonic. Robin’s a proud gold star lesbian and Steve is… Steve. He tries to date, but his heart hasn’t been in it since he met Eddie. He can deny he’s not in love with Eddie all he wants, but friends don’t usually send you into a multi-year sexuality crisis.
It was on Steve’s twenty-ninth birthday that the existential crisis hit him.
“What if we never find anyone?” he said, turning to look at her. They’re laying in the driveway, stargazing as they share a bottle of wine but neither are up for drinking. “What if I never get to be a dad? What if–”
“Why wouldn’t you get to be a dad?”
“We’re getting old and I’m hopeless! I could barely get to first base with Sydney the other night,” Steve huffs. “I’m just not… It’s too hard to connect with people who don’t understand why I can’t sleep without a nightlight at fucking thirty–”
“You’re not thirty yet,” Robin reminds him gently.
“So not the point, Robs.”
She sighs and scoots closer to lay her head on his shoulder. “I’d have a baby with you if I could,” she said, not sober enough to really make that kind of promise. And at the moment, they both knew it was just a comment, a throwaway line to try and make him feel better, but it stuck. It stuck with her.
It was three weeks later when she caught him making faces at a baby in the soup aisle of the grocery store that she realized she could do that for him. She’s never really considered kids before, not as a viable option for her what with the whole gay thing, but the more she considered it, the more open she was. Having a baby with her best friend in the entire world, someone who has been by her side through both literal torture and tax season, seems like the best decision she could make.
Robin didn’t say anything for another month, letting the idea simmer as she really considered if this is something she would want to do. In her heart of hearts, she knew Steve would say no at first but the second he knew she was being honest, that she really wanted this, he wouldn’t be able to say no. But it would put a huge damper on her romantic life for the foreseeable future and make it difficult moving forward forever. She’d have a kid to think about, because if she commits, she’s doing it right.
It’s pretty clear they went through with it.
The whole experience has been kind of incredible. Surreal to say the least.
And only Eddie and her parents knew.
They still think she’s straight, that she and Steve are married for real. And she does love them, knows that if she ever got the courage to tell them she’s been platonically married for the past decade that they’d be confused but open to learning. So she couldn’t keep this secret from them.
Eddie had to know, as their roommate it’d be impossible to hide it from him. “I think Uncle Eddie has a nice ring to it,” he’d said when they told him they were going to try and have a baby. He didn’t ask any of the weird questions she expects from the gremlins either, about how they conceived if she was a lesbian and all the whys they’d ask. Eddie understood it, has even been excited for it.
All these months of preparing and anguishing over her decision and he’s finally here, in her arms.
Baby boy squirms as he opens his eyes, letting Robin see the murky blue of his eyes once again. “Hi,” she whispers, shifting to run a knuckle down his cheek. “Today’s a big day for you, Bubs.”
Steve walks back in with a bottle in his hands and a rag thrown over his shoulder. “Want me to feed him this time?”
“Are you saying I need a break?”
“You smell like baby vomit.” He sets the bottle on the table beside her. “And I’m pretty sure there’s still spit up in your hair from his last feeding. I can take Bubs so you can shower.”
“Don’t think she’s got shower time, Stevie,” Eddie says from the doorway. “Byers just called, they’re at the corner store for a pee break. Apparently Henderson couldn’t hold it another ten minutes.”
Robin hands over the baby to Steve, with more reluctance than she anticipated. The hormones have hit her pretty hard postpartum and while she doesn’t have the natural instincts Steve seems to have, the attachment is very real. She heaves herself up from the chair with a wince, body still sore everywhere. “It’ll take me ten minutes just to pee,” she huffs, glaring at Eddie.
He holds up his hands. “Just saying.”
Steve sits in the rocker and grabs the bottle, putting it to Bubs lips with a sweet coo. “Eddie can stall them if you need more time?” She can’t help but feel warm at the sight. He looks so at peace holding their son, holding his baby, the one she carried for him and will raise alongside him. This really is what he was meant to do and Robin helped him get to this point. And now, no matter what happens to either of them, there’s a little piece of Steve and a little piece of Robin in that precious boy. Her precious boy.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, “I made sure the baby evidence was hidden away from the living room.”
“And I took care of the kitchen.”
“So you won’t miss the surprise on their faces,” Eddie adds.
She makes her way to the door and nods, then pauses to turn back to Steve. “And you’re still sure letting Erica name our kid is a good idea?”
Steve shrugs as much as he can without disturbing the baby. “Do you really want to tell her that we’re backing out of the deal?”
Robin wrinkles her nose. “Not particularly.”
“Then I think it’s our safest bet. And hey,” he grins down at Bubs, “at least Erica will have a sensible name in mind. Unlike Eddie who suggested Beelzebub.”
“Beelzebub Buckley is a badass name.”
Robin swats his shoulder on her way out the nursery. “We’re not naming my son after Satan.”
“You call him Bubs!” Eddie points out, following her towards her bedroom.
“Yeah, for Bubbles,” she huffs. “He felt like bubbles in my gut and the name stuck. You were there. You should know this.”
Eddie opens her door for her. “Need a hand?” he asks.
“No, unfortunately, you cannot help with this next part,” she says as she heads for the en suite. “Just go stall.”
“Yes ma’am,” Eddie says with a salute.
Robin rolls her eyes and holds off on smiling until he shuts the door behind him. She takes a deep breath and enjoys the first five minutes of alone time she’s had since she went into labor five days ago. It may be fleeting, but she’ll enjoy every second she has of it.
So so worth it, though.
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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!
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This is the first prompt I kind of want to explore more in a serious sense, so let me know if you want to see more of Stobin and Bubs (with eventual Steddie ofc).
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may you draw julie in e2?
drew d2 first cuz I looked in the wrong spot but there's no problem with 2 julies!!
outfit meme 2 from here
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If there's one thing no professional interior designer can ever truly emulate, it's maximalism. Sure, you can put together a bold and loud-coloured room with daring patterns and a creative colour scheme, and a cute and quirky gallery wall with a fun and funky theme to it, but a real maximalist home always has some element that is simply fucked up. Like the ugliest goddamn piece of furniture you've ever seen, some piece of decor that makes you wonder why the fuck would anyone want that in their house. Your eyes land on it and your instant reaction is "thanks, I hate it." And it's at home in this household, it literally could not fit in and look like it belongs anywhere else.
That's the spirit of maximalism. Someone's instinctive talent of locating the most hideous kitchy porcelain hippo lamp that anyone has ever seen, and going "ooh, your place is in my living room."
And miraculously, somehow being correct.
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The most difficult part of hiding a sword, I imagine, would not be in the actual hiding, but in squashing down the phenomenal urge to tell absolutely everyone that you *HAVE* a SWORD
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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it
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