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missjoolee · 11 months
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jukeboxtheatre · 1 year
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Julie’s instagram: *a picture of luke*
Julie: My boyfriend. Thoughts?
Alex: And prayers 🙏
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starlady-baby · 23 days
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With possible talks and hopes of a JATP season 2, (we’re delulu okay-?) my mind was on these cuties, so I wanted to make something for Juke Jeudi, even if it’s late lol.
So have some little aesthetic images I made. Depending on what kind of phone you have, these could also work as wallpapers! Happy Juke Jeudi, and Stand Tall my friends. 😉💜💙
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dmcjukebox · 6 months
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wistfulwatcher · 2 years
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Lucifer | 5.10, "Bloody Celestial Karaoke Jam"
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daily-ethoslab · 2 years
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(⚠️EYESTRAIN ⚠️)
I’m so sorry to the person who requested this I accidentally deleted your ask :( I think the name was like dusk to dawn or somthing like that? Ah i dont remember (if anyone wants to claim it i would be willing to edit the post)
Anyways i missed doing angles
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ivettel · 1 year
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honestly seb wins aside i think my fav thing about the v8 era was the sound of those engines like. the v10s make me feel like i'm clutching at the arms of my seat in panic / awe and the current v6s make. noises to fall asleep to. but the v8s are that perfect medium of wild and drop dead sexy esp when drivers do burnouts or they downshift and the pitch drops at the climax of a high-pitched scream down a straight like holy shit. i could go for hours of this
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deerest-me · 1 month
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missjoolee · 2 months
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Chapel of Love
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The barest hint of hot, dry air ruffled against the baby hairs on the back of her neck doing little relief. Long gone were the multi-layered stage outfits, having learned she needed something more breathable underneath the stagnant tent two days ago at the start of the music festival. Instead, she wore a poofy crop top with shorts, and she could feel Luke’s eyes roaming the revealed skin of her shoulders, midriff, and legs with each song they sang together. He'd been winding her up with each set.
Her hands grip the top of the mic stand as she leans into where the mic sits, holding herself in place where normally she would be dragging it over to share with Luke in this moment. But they are halfway through the seventh and final set and his eyes weren’t the only thing she could feel looming nearby. Just outside the Loud & Local tent sat the “Chapel of Love”. And the next lyrics were too close to vows that she might do something stupid if she got too close to him. Why had they written them this way, again?
They hadn’t seen the simple archway that signified the “chapel” when they had arrived to set up, the van being parked on the other side of the tent that held the stage that they would share with four other bands over the three day festival. And when they finally had a chance to roam the festival grounds, Reggie pulling them to the food truck selling fancy milkshakes, they saw it but didn’t know what it was. Even on the information board sporting a map, it was just a tiny innocuous dot.
It had been later on a water run that Alex and she saw a small gathering of people under it, two of them sealing their love with a kiss. Apparently, you could get married at this festival.
"Huh," Alex had said, taking a drink from his bottle and then resting his arm on her shoulder. "That's a decision." "I don't know. I think it's kind of sweet," she'd responded. A snort rang out from above her head. "Of course you would say that." She'd sent an accusatory glare up at him, dropping her shoulder so his arm would fall way. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She had known exactly what he meant though. Her eyes close against the crowd in front of her and drift open to her left, knowing exactly where Luke would be.
She can feel electricity thrum through her body as she begins the call and response moment.
"I've got a spark in me."
She can see the confusion on his face, but he smiles at her as the words slide out of him with ease.
"I've got a spark in me."
She closes her eyes against the assault of love intertwining with the electricity already coursing though her. In her mind, the simple archway looms above them. This is why she was fighting her entire being from going to him. It was too soon. Too impulsive.
"And you're a part of me."
She can't escape the feelings that have been building with each performance they've done this weekend. The euphoria of performing their music with the her best friends, and the man she loves, not caring that she shut her eyes in an attempt to block it out.
"And you're a part of me."
Luke's voice right next to her sends a shiver across her shoulders, her eyes jumping open to see he'd closed the distance to share a mic with her. Not letting her run from him, not realizing she wasn't running. She was trying to reign in some very impulsive thoughts. She can see the concern in his eyes behind the determination and can't help the smile that graces her face, softer than what is normally part of her stage persona.
"Now till eternity."
His response is accompanied by the smile he normally saves for her when they are in the studio. One that Alex and Reggie unfortunately have to put up with because it side tracks things often enough. "Now till eternity."
The mental reigns she's been wrestling are completely forgotten about. She's a goner. Their voices twine together like they have thousands of times before.
"Been so long and now I'm finally free."
The rest of the set goes off without a hitch. The adrenaline and dopamine high intoxicating. She feels Reggie's arm go around her shoulders as Luke's goes around her waist and she looks at all her band-mates with pride. This weekend was amazing and did a lot to promote them, even if they were competing for attention with signed bands that have been around a whole lot longer on two other stages. They take a group bow to the crowd before they disperse like the non-existent wind.
Luke's arm tightens and he leans down to her ear to be heard. "Everything okay?" His voice is raspy and a bit lower than normal from doing seven performances in three days.
Perfect. The word rings in her head, bolstering her onto her toes next to his ear so he can hear her response.
"Marry me." Her own voice rough, lower and more sultry than she expected.
He looks surprised as he processes her words, but not like they made him uncomfortable if that same smile he saves for her lighting up his face means anything.
"Yeah. Okay."
She grabs hold of the hand on her waist, interlacing their fingers as she heads for the exit of the tent with determination. He drags behind her a bit.
"You mean right now??"
The first flicker of doubt hits her. "Yes?"
He drops her hand and scrambles to get the guitar strap over his head. "Oh hell yeah."
Her smile is so big she can feel the ache in her cheeks but she doesn't care. He wants this as bad as she does.
A voice interrupts them. "Uh Julie? Luke? Where are you going? We have to pack up our stuff so Midnight Mayhem can go on."
Reggie looks confused, his thumb pointing over his shoulder off the back of the stage. Alex's looks suspicious. Julie can feel heat soar to her cheeks as she looks up at Luke's face and sees the eager giddiness there and then back at Alex. Yeah, that tracks.
"Sorry guys. Got a little distracted. Band meeting after we get everything packed up."
She pulls Luke back over to their gear to begin packing up. Squeezing his hand before dropping it to unplug her keyboard.
He looks at her with confusion. "Band meeting?"
"We'll need witnesses."
"Riiiiiight. Nice."
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neopuff · 1 year
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mike/julie // heart to heart
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phantom-curve · 1 year
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Chapters: 3/8
Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Mature Relationships: Julie Molina/Luke Patterson   Summary:
Julie doesn’t believe in fate. She believes in fact and logic and things that make sense. This does not make sense.
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Luke accidentally calls in to a church prayer line. Julie happens to the be the one who answers his call.
a shorter, (maybe?) calmer chapter this week before next week’s 10k trauma storm
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rougelabatte · 1 year
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🌹 Kurama Icon Batch #15 🦊
{ more kurama icons } { pls credit if using! }
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urfavmafioso · 1 month
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my new lana del rey cds and the jukebox i’ve had since i was a little kid ❤️
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dmcjukebox · 6 months
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iavenjqasdf · 5 months
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Closest I have to a Wrapped this year. Basically correct, just missing R4 music
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