I'm never straight, no

Julie: Reggie do you know how worried we've been?

Luke: Dude, like, we worry about you a normal amount but this was much more than usual.

Alex: Where've you been Reg?

Reggie: Did you know you could just poof into a Harvard math class? Guys, we could totally become geniuses!

Julie: Reggie, that's not h-

MegaCon JATP Info dump:

How they imagined the ending:

Reggie takes over the Hollywood Ghost Club

Luke stays with Julie

Willie & Alex cross over

What Hogwarts House would their characters be in:

Reggie -> Hufflepuff

Alex -> Slytherin

Julie -> Gryffindor

Madi to the guys: Uhm?

Owen & Jeremy, in sync: Gryffindor!

If they could make any advice to their characters, what would it be:

Jeremy to Reggie: Make that country album!

Owen to Alex: Take one day at a time and lean on your friends.

Madi to Julie: Girl, he's a ghost.

Favorite Song to film/record:

Owen -> Stand Tall

Jeremy -> Now or Never

Madi -> Finally Free

Favorite Outfit:

Owen: Zip pants & Hoodie

Jeremy: Leather jacket (it got customized to be more stretchy so he could move and jump around)

Madi: 'I got the music' outfit

(Owen and Jeremy both talked about how much freedom they got with the outfits. Kenny wanted them to feel comfortable in their clothes.)

Random stuff:

Jeremy jumped off the stage for the Now or Never scene so often his knee started hurting

During the rehearsal for 'This Band his back' Jeremy stumbled over Charlie's guitar while jumping on the chairs. He fell and cut his hand, so in the filmed version, Reggie has a band-aid on one of his fingers

The suits for Stand Tall cost over $3000

'Nothing to lose' got almost cut bc they didn't have enough budget to film it. But Kenny somehow made it happen.

Originally, Reggie was supposed to lose a shoe instead of his shirt. But nobody would have seen that, so they changed it to losing the shirt.

Most awkward moment: For the dinner scene, the guys had to hide in a tiny closet, and Jeremy and Owen were staring into each other's eyes.

They really tried to make a tour happen

Owen was terrified of filming 'All Eyes on Me'

Off-Topic: But during Jeremy's voice acting panel, Owen was hanging out in the audience to watch it.

Cameron Boyce memorial BOOMSHAKALAKA 😭😭

Sunset “I absolutely do not got this” Curve

Literally so scared to post this HTKSHFK uhh a grave fic, take it :))

Word count: 2 515

Summary: Julie smiled softly as she laid a dahlia on the smooth granite. She ran a hand over the top, kissing her fingers and pressing them down. "I love you, mom. I miss you." She took a step back, allowing her father and Carlos to take their turns. She swept her gaze around the cemetery, looking for the boys. When she had mentioned going to visit her mom, she had invited them along. They accepted and told her they would meet her there. She didn't see them.

Then she did.

Or

An obligatory grave fic where the boys reflect on 2 different moments of their childhood, one where everything was kind of okay and the other when everything went to shit.

Julie smiled softly as she laid a dahlia on the smooth granite. She ran a hand over the top, kissing her fingers and pressing them down. "I love you, mom. I miss you." She took a step back, allowing her father and Carlos to take their turns. She swept her gaze around the cemetery, looking for the boys. When she had mentioned going to visit her mom, she had invited them along. They accepted and told her they would meet her there. She didn't see them.

Then she did.

They were standing off in the distance, beneath a tree, parked in front of a row of stones. Julie glanced back at her father, hoping to slip away without him noticing. She walked over to them, frowning at how they didn’t seem to notice her. She followed their gazes down, her heart stopping in her chest. Oh, shit.

They were their graves.

Julie didn’t really have words. What could she say, really? So, she stood still, eyes tracing over the boy’s names and added texts, if there were any. She looked at Luke's, the dark grey granite seeming to burn a hole in the ground. It was obvious his parents had come by, a fresh bundle of flowers lying beside the stone, along with a guitar pick.

Luke Michelle Patterson

November 15 1977

July 22 1995

Greatly missed and forever in our hearts

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Something wasn't right. He needed to remember what was so important. He ran his thumbs over his knuckles, a stim he often used when he was in deep thought. It was 3 am at that point, and while he wasn't tired—he couldn't get tired, really—he wanted a break from his running thoughts.

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Luke forget something important. Unfortunately, he remembers

As usual, Luke couldn’t sleep.

Not that he really needed to, he was dead.

It was something the boys found comfort in. A way to ground themselves with familiarity and habit. Alex had called dibs on the loft not long after they came back, resulting in groans from the other two boys. The loft wasn’t the coziest, but it was the best place to sleep, with the mountains of blankets and pillows piled up there. Luke didn’t really mind, honestly. He had slept up there numerous times when they were alive, it was only fair to let someone else have a chance.