#mohlinas

LUCY     PEREIRA     shares     with     VOGUE     the     friendships     she’s     made     during     her     time     in     Hollywood.

@mohlinas  /  @pahtterson  |   ♥  for  positivity  !

        joke’s  on  u  zo  ,  i’m  gonna  write  nice  shit  about  both  of  u  now  ✌🏻

        love  note  to  kitty  ~  i’m  just  gonna  start  off  by  saying  that  i  think  it’s  come  to  a  point  where  if  i  don’t  see  at  least  a  random  post  of  yours  while  i’m  online  ,  something’s  seriously  missing  for  me  that  day  🤧  you  were  one  of  the  first  people  to  really  make  me  feel  welcome  in  this  fandom  &  one  of  the  easiest  people  to  talk  to  that  i  know  .  also  ,  if  it  wasn’t  already  painfully  clear  how  much  i  admire  you  as  a  writer  ,  buckle  up  bitch  cuz  wE’RE GOING  THERE  .  i  read  your  stuff  &  i  get  punched  in  the  gut  by  ur  talent  in  the  best  way  possible   .  your  ability  to  get  inside  your  characters’  head  is  fucking  phenomenal  every  single  time  .  just  ??  your  mind  ,  ma’am  ??  your  mIIINDDD  ???  i  think  i  speak  for  so  many  of  us  when  i  say  we’re  better  for  having  written  with  you  &  for  getting  to  witness  you  on  the  dash  .  i  love  you  so  much  🧡

UNPROMPTED ASKS:    always accepting.    /      @mohlinas

      luke has never considered himself a jealous person .          he  already  had  a  rather  well  -  rooted  sense  of  self  for  a  teenage  boy  before  his  death,    and  all  the  extra  time  that  came  with  being  a  ghost  only  helped  to  cement  that  further.      he  can  still  play  with  the  best  of  them,    he  can  still  write  from  his   non  -  beating  heart,    and  even  though  he  can’t  be  seen  by  everyday  people  anymore    —    he  can  be  seen  with  julie    (  who’s  been  touchable  and  huggable  and  kissable  for  some  time  now  ).        and  with  all  of  that  on  top  of  his   unfairly   good  looks,    what  is  there  for  him  to  be  jealous  of  ?        well,    even  though  their  interesting  little  relationship  has  blossomed  into  something  slightly  less  clandestine,    luke  still  can’t  be  with  julie  fully.     he  has  no  choice  but  to  settle  for  moments  like  these  in  the  studio,    tucked  away  from  the  rest  of  the  world  so  she  doesn’t  look  batty  for  cuddling  up  to  thin  air.       and  while  she’s  made  it  clear  multiple  times  that  she  has  only  has  eyes  for  him,    the  fact  that  nick  or  cal  or  whoever  still  drives  her  home  on  occasion  makes  him  do  something  that  goes  against  almost  everything  he  is   :   WISH  HE  WAS  SOMEONE  ELSE,        someone  who  could  walk  down  the  street  with  her  or  talk  to  her  at  school  without  the  old  cellphone  trick.     

    ❛    —   mmhnothing,   ❜         he  says  has  he  finally  draws  her  in.       luke  kills  two  birds  with  one  stone  by  snuggling  downwards  into  julie’s  chest;    from  there,    he  can  listen  to  her  heartbeat   and   obscure  the  envy  on  his  face.      nevermind  that  he’s  been  waiting  at  the  door  like  a   dog   all  day  anticipating  her  return.       technically,    he’s  not    OKAY    like  she  asks,    but  he’s  not    not  okay  enough    to  warrant  her  worrying  about  him.       

    julie  already  seems  to  have  an  inkling,    though     (   she  always  does,    like  their  connection  of  the  mind  goes  beyond  lyrics  or  something.   ),      and  she  breezes  through  his  dramatics  like  a  pro.     it’s  hard  for  him  to  remain  so  grumpy  when  her  fingers  start  to  card  through  his  hair    (   if  he  had  a  tail,    it’d  definitely  be  wagging.   ),   but  he  manages  somewhat.      luke  doesn’t  have  to  look  at  her  face  to  know  that  she’s  got  a  sweet  smile  on.     her  cheek  is  warm  against  the  nothingness  of  his  head,    a  reminder  that  he’s  dead  because  it  makes  him  feel  alive.     but  she’s  definitely  blushing,    with  means  her  eyes  are  no  doubt  fluttered  shut.        when  luke  thinks  about  kissing  the  basin  below  julie’s  eyes,    it  ignites  a  want  in  him  so  strong  that  he  wraps  his  arms  around  her  even  tighter.      when  she  gives  a  small  squeak,    amused,    he  squishes  his  cheek  further  against  her.      

               HE LOVED PLAYING with Julie. She was like lightning in a bottle, and he could practically taste the electricity in the air, crackling around her like she was pulling ozone into her and making PURE MAGIC. So when they’d both ended up having an afternoon off while the guys were busy with their own stuff — Reggie was pretty sure Alex was seeing Willie, Luke was going to his parents, and then Luke and Alex were hanging out together since they hadn’t gotten to in like a million years — Julie’s suggestion that they have a bit of a jam couldn’t have been more warmly received. 

He had a small trove of instruments next to him, but his trusty bass was sitting in his lap. He grinned at Julie, leaning over to grab the pencil off of his already-open-but-still-empty notebook to make a note of what they’d just done. 

  ❛   —   that  is  just   . . .   mind  boggling.   ❜      holtzmann  exhales  so  forcefully  that  her  glasses  slide  off  her  forehead  and  onto  the  bridge  of  her  nose.       from  behind  the  yellow  -  tint  of  the  lenses,    she  studies  julie  carefully.       if  the  ghosts  are  as    FRIENDLY    as  she  claims,     there  may  be  a  way  to  observe  them  without  going  to  drastic  measures.        ❛   when  you  say  your    FRIENDS,      does  that  mean  they've  retained,   let's  say,   a  fair  range  of    human   emotions  from  their  previous  lives  ?   ❜

source: critical role,   accepting.

          he was on the verge of dozing off when the sensation of fingers combing through his hair suddenly jolted him back awake.   he tilts his head up to look at julie but is met with a stern look as he yanks against her grasp.   the two of them settle into a comfortable silence as she begins to braid his hair. 

          it’d been years since he last done anything properly with his hair,  the faint smell of decades old coconut shampoo occasionally drifting past.   when he was younger  ( untouched by grief, a smile full of teeth not yet suited to him )  willie would pester his mom to create a matching hairstyle to hers.   she would gladly oblige;  although blinded by childhood innocence he never realised that it came from the part of her that wished for a daughter.   it was only ever the two of them in their creaky old apartment once his dad disappeared,  loneliness seeping into the cracks in the plaster. 

          and then he died,  and she had lost the two most important men in her life.

          a telltale click of a phone camera alerts him that julie has finished,  followed by her excitedly showing off the photo to him.   it was the exact same style of braid his mom wore every day to work.   she couldn’t have known,  but willie could almost mistake the sunshine in his smile for the same light in his mom’s eyes.