Uuuuuggggghhhh I am in love with this.
the faces of their own realization VS realizing the other feel the same way
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Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!
Jukebox Appreciation Week Day 4: Retro Day
So this prompt by itself didn’t particularly inspire me. However, they did say you were allowed to go further back than the 90’s… So enjoy Bridgeton-inspired Juke!
@jukebox-week
Also for @hey-there-juliet to go with this amazing fic because I cannot stop thinking about how perfect it is. (If you haven’t read it yet I HIGHLY suggest doing so as soon as possible)
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INFINITE JULIE GIFS: 80/∞
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Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
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I absolutely adore reading people's short little drabbles on a Monday... Because who the hell wants to work?!
1-102 is such a big rangeeeeee 🤔
I’ll take 17 plz ❤️
@thedeathdeelers wanted soft juke in bed scenes, and you chose 17. (this was influenced by your recent addition, and i peppered in some "u"s for you as well. to make it feel like home :P)
Pick a number between 1-102 (97, 45, 17, 13, 23, 82)
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She's finally asleep. Luke leans heavily against the headboard of their bed with a sigh. His eyes rove across Julie's face, peaceful now but with remaining dregs of discomfort after the last several hours, which is pale. The color only recently started to return to normal. A faint sheen of sweat is just barely visible in the low light of their room.
Reaching over, he gently brushes her hair back from her forehead, pausing when she shifts, hoping he hasn't woken her up. She settles down and he breathes a sigh of relief. Today had been rough. He feels pretty lied to by media and society. They all paint morning sickness as a one and done kinda thing and well.. a morning thing. Not whatever had happened today. Absentmindedly, his thumb begins to trace patterns across her shoulder and down her arm. He pretends it's to help soothe Julie in her sleep, but really the touch helps to ground him, remind him that she's right there and will be okay.
They'd been working in their music room that afternoon when he'd noticed her begin to regulate her breathing with slow exhales. Then the colour had drained from her face and she was making a mad dash to the bathroom. He'd ran after her but retching sounds were already bouncing off the walls out into the hallway before he'd made it to her.
Guilt settles in him as the memories of the afternoon assault him. It's his fault. Julie wouldn't be in pain right now if she hadn't been pregnant. If he'd known how to help her. All he'd managed to do successfully was keep her hair out of her way and given her a cool washcloth to place on the back of her neck as she leaned against the rim of the toilet. Julie had done a better job taking care of him when he'd gotten food poisoning. Everything else he'd tried had backfired, hard. He'd gotten her some water, but she couldn't keep it down. After hours of dry heaving and gagging, he thought it'd be important to get something in her system so he had left her to make some plain toast. The plate had barely made it into the same room as Julie before she was lunging for the toilet again, stomach spasming.
His eyes fall shut, recalling the feeling of inadequacy, trying to remember the breathing exercises he's helped Alex with a thousand times. Is this how it's going until she reaches the second trimester? That's over a month away! He hates this powerless feeling. A tear leaks out, making a slow trail down his face. Movement shifting on the bed causes him to open his eyes just in time to see Julie turning onto her side, snuggling her face into his hip. His hand moves to her back, idly playing with some of the loose locks of hair. She takes a deep breath, a content hum flavouring her exhale. That pulls a small smile onto his face despite everything that's been playing in his mind the last few minutes. How could he not? It's Julie, after all. His brightly burning star. His star that just mumbled something he didn't catch.
Quietly, he asks, "What was that, Jules?"
She repeats herself a little bit louder, eyes staying shut. "Thank you for taking care of me today."
"Of course! I'd do anything for you." The guilt resurges as he grasps for what he could have done better. "Wish I could have been more useful, though."
She shakes her head, nose brushing against him. "You did great. We will get the hang of things. You're going to be an amazing dad."
Love swells within him. She always knows what to say to pull him out of his head. And he can now recognize the fear that was fueling his frustrations. Her body may be doing all the work right now, but they are in this together. It's a fact that they make each other better at whatever they set their sights on. He tucks his legs under the blanket and slowly slides down to lay next to her. He pulls her against his side and presses a kiss to her temple.
"Yeah. We got this."
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GUYS
JATP being included in this article????? on the OFFICIAL GRAMMY WEBSITE???????
netflix I will absolutely never forgive you for canceling this one.
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SAME. So much, SAME.
sometimes I stop and think like I have no idea how a show about a girl and her silly little ghost band has kept my brain in a chokehold for almost 2 years now but then I see a certain scene or a little detail of the show and i’m like oh yeah, because it’s fantastic
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Ooohhhh, I brake for stirring music!
what's the most recent song you've listened to that's given you chills?
today, it was this song:
but alSO THIS ENTIRE SOUNDTRACK. impossible to pick just one, but i'm going with this for today. the french horns, y'all. the strings. the whole ass vibe of it. hans zimmer doesn't miss.
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