Hello! I have done this before and honestly it was probably my fault for trying to meet new people when I didn’t have the time to. I was too busy the first time I did this. I’m not busy anymore so I wanna try this one more time!
My name is Julia and I’m from the United States. I’m 16 years old.
Some of my interests:
-I like to read! I have a stack of books in my room I need to read. (Some of my favorite are the Percy Jackson books, Mortal Instruments, and books by Scott Westerfield)
-I watch Netflix a lot. (Shameless US, How I Met Your Mother, Parks and Recreation, Red Vs Blue, It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia)
-YouTube is another. (Achievement Hunter, Rooster Teeth, Funhaus, Markiplier)
-I play two video games mostly when I have time. They are Overwatch and Minecraft.
-Love music. I’m in band at my school (Marching and concert) and I listen to different types of music.
-I also like Pokemon, Memes, Marvel, art, Greek mythology, and I have always oddly loved Australia.
I’ll have deep conversations with people, talk about interests, you can rant to me, we can send memes to each other, or we can just talk about random things. (Sending memes is what I do a lot, so you might get some anyways.)
I don’t care about your gender. Just don’t be rude, racist, homophobic. Just be a decent human being. (Thanks in advance) I would prefer that you be 15-18 though!
This is how you contact me if you want!
If you want the fastest responses from me I would suggest Snapchat or Kik! Can’t wait to meet some new people.
i want a how i met your mother to be about a pansexual ted mosby and the running joke is that barney’s offended ted doesn’t find him attractive
i want a legally blonde to be about a lipstick lesbian who goes to law school to get her girlfriend back
i want a that ‘70s show where jackie is bisexual and between dating kelso and hyde she brings her ugly ass girlfriends with her to hang out with the gang (because there’s no way she can have a woman in her life prettier than herself)
i want a 13 going on 30 where jenna rink wakes up to be 30 years old and his name is michael rink and he still falls in love with matty from the house next door
i want a parks & recreation where ann perkins is asexual but still becomes pregnant via artificial insemination because ann is perfect and would be the best mother in the history of ever
being lgbt+ doesn’t have to be the focal point of a movie or show
like i understand it’s still a pretty bold move in media but like i’m just getting sick of all of the representation being the ultra dramatic main premise of it all
there are so many lgbt+ dramas. just give me my sitcom.
Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
I did. I broke it.
No. No, you didn’t. Sasha?
Don’t look at me, look at Connie.
What?! I didn’t break it!
Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
No, it’s not!
If it matters, probably not but… Jean was the last one to use it.
Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Armin!
Let’s not fight, I broke it. Let me pay for it, Captain.
No. Who broke it?
Captain, Mikasa’s been awfully quiet…
I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. Its was getting a little chummy around here.
I’ve been falling in love with girls since before I even knew falling in love with girls was something I was allowed to do. Sometimes, these girls’ lives would intertwine with mine for just a fractional part of our lives - the girl I met in the park once when I was eight, with her long blonde hair, for example, or the girl with the stunning blue eyes at the week long gymnastics camp I’d gone to that summer. Other times, they’d be in my life for the long haul, like the girl who was in my class the whole way through primary school who made my heart beat faster every time I asked for one of her felt pens. Or the girl in Mrs C’s class with the smile I couldn’t help but stare at every time I looked at yearbook photos. Now and again, they’d be sort of inbetween - my violin teacher, who I saw once a week who sort of smelled like jasmine, or the girl in the year above me who always wore Converse to school even though we weren’t allowed. When she graduated a year before me, I missed seeing her brown curls bounce as she walked into assembly every Wednesday morning.
But yet, this love never seemed like love. “What was love?” I asked myself when I was ten or eleven. Love was what I felt for the boy in the pantomime I’d gone to see who was decently attractive and around my age. Love was what I felt for the boy in my form class in first year. “I could love him,” I told myself as the sunlight hit his face one Tuesday morning in Home Ec. Love was what I felt for boys, what I’d have felt for my boyfriend had I been pretty enough to get one, what I’d feel for my husband when I got older. But I never really did feel it.
What if love to me was what I felt for the girl who sat across from me in Biology who was so beautiful I became “jealous” of her? What if love was why I couldn’t help staring at that third year girl every Thursday afternoon as we passed in the corridor before Maths? What if love to me meant girls?
I mean, I had pondered why girls had to love smelly old boys in the canteen line aged six. Eventually, I acknowledged that my brief infatuation with other girls was, in fact, infatuation.
From my violin teacher, the girl in the park, the girl in my class when I was seven, eight, nine, to the waitress at that restaurant in town who said my shirt was cute last week. To the girl who’d said my eyes were pretty on Instagram on Wednesday. To the girl in the changing rooms before netball practice yesterday who said my long hair was beautiful.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving girls. And yeah, sometimes it shocks me how the strength of my love didn’t break through the secrets and the lies and gravitate me towards that realisation sooner, but I guess the only thing that can bury love that strong is hate even stronger.
random thoughts I had at 3am some night last week
Angst/Smut: tw:swearing, some violence, sexual references 18+ ; Jimin x Reader, featuring Jeon Jungkook
Doing the job you do comes with highs and extreme lows. Clients know the deal when they hire you: all you are meant to do is smile and look pretty on their arm. No kissing, no sex, definitely no entanglements. Its all in your contract.
Though some clients don’t agree with the written word. That was what happened the night you met Park Jimin; the richest man in the country, and possibly the world. When he gives you an offer which would make up for the money you had lost, and then some, you figure it’s easy work.