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hey-there-juliet · 3 years

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Random Drabble Day (2/23)

Summary: First off, let me just say that this is more like a one-shot than a drabble because I'm a wordy bitch and I cannot control myself 😅

That said, I always had a hard time imagining Julie writing some of the Perfect Harmony's lyrics about herself, so I thought why not make this just another song that Luke and Julie wrote together? This is set somewhere between Finally Free and Edge of Great, in that week when Ray was stress-eating. This is supposed to fit back into the show at the end, so it might seem like a cliffhanger, but it's not.

Quick shout out to @jamestkirkish for betaing this for me! I love you and you are amazing! Any remaining mistakes are my own. And to the fabulous Sloan, for helping me out with Luke's handwriting! Enjoy 🧡

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Relationship: Juke 💜

in the great scheme of life and ghosts

No matter how many times Luke insisted that she had been snooping through his things, Julie knew for a fact that she had done no such thing. In reality, she had simply been cleaning the studio when she came across it.

For three ghosts who didn't eat and could barely even touch anything most of the time, the boys sure knew how to make a mess. Every morning Julie would walk into the studio to find the chairs or coffee table rearranged, at least one of the rugs was always askew, and the clothes... the clothes were everywhere, and the worst part was: they reeked.

And so every morning before leaving for school Julie would shoot them a stern look and tell them to pick up after themselves. Which they did - when she got back home, things were mostly in their rightful place. Still, every weekend Julie would make sure to take a moment away from homework and rehearsal to tidy the place up to perfection, just like her mom liked it. She'd dust off the furniture, water the plants, sweep the floor, and even vacuum the whole place. One Saturday when she was home alone (her dad photographing a wedding, and Carlos at a friend's house), she even went through the trouble of washing all of the guys' old clothes.

Somehow, and she didn't even want to think about how that worked, the clothes didn't stink when they were actually wearing them, but at any other moment when they made no contact with their skin? Yeah... not good. So she washed them all (three times, using every trick and product she had). She washed them a fourth time for good measure and, by the time she was finished, any traces of twenty-five year old mold was gone, and so was the smell.

So no, she was not snooping - no matter what Luke said - when she came across the crumpled paper ball between the couch and the low cabinet, just behind a big vase her mom had gotten from tía Victoria.

Julie sighed, making a mental note to tell Luke to put his discarded ideas in the bin (again) if he didn't want them anymore, when one scribbled and wrinkled word caught her attention: Perfect Ha-

She bit her lip, staring down at the teasing word. Perfect what? Was it lyrics? Maybe half formed ideas? Doodles? Julie knew Luke liked to doodle in the margins of his notebook whenever he got stuck trying to come up with the next best piece of lyric or melody. She also knew she should probably just leave it alone, put it with his stuff to ask him later if he wanted to keep it, or put it in the garbage. Except the more she glanced down at that damn word, the stronger she felt it pull her towards uncovering whatever else the crumpled paper ball was hiding.

In the end, the pull was too strong. She'd just take a quick look, make sure it wasn't anything important before she threw it away. And, she reasoned with herself, trying to squish the guilt that was making itself known in the pit of her stomach: Luke had gotten rid of it, so he clearly didn't care much for whatever was in there.

Not able to resist any longer, Julie carefully unfolded the paper, slowly making her way towards the piano and using its surface as a table to help smooth the page over.

Luke's (horrendous) handwriting covered it with the bare bones of a song, random lines were scribbled in the margins with a couple of doodles for company, and even a little note from their bassist - ‘Reggie was here ;)’.

It took her a minute before the chicken scratches became words, and then Julie's breath left her in a rush, as the guilty feeling in her stomach turned into butterflies and flew away with her imagination.

It was a song, parts of one, anyway, and - more importantly - it was a love song.

Unprompted, her own words came back to her, "Wow, Luke! I didn't know you were such a romantic." Quickly followed by Alex's short reply, "He's not."

She knew now who Unsaid Emily was really about, but these new words were clearly about a different kind of love. The romantic kind, and Julie couldn't help letting herself believe - just for a moment - that the song might be about her.

Before she could let herself be carried away in a daydream, there was a - now familiar - shift in the air, a sound almost like static, the only thing letting her know of a ghost's appearance. Without a thought, she crumpled the page again and shoved the paper ball in her pocket for later inspection.

"Hey, Julie!" Reggie's cheerful greeting sounded across the studio from where he had poofed in, and soon - with his "help," bless him - Julie was finished with her weekend clean up.

As if summoned by the end of her chores, Luke poofed in, ready to rehearse. Alex soon followed; and by the time Julie retired for the night, the song had been almost forgotten where it hid inside her pocket.

Almost.

***

After getting ready for the night, Julie settled on her bed with the wrinkled page and her dreambox. She read over the words again and again, imagining they were about her.

Step into my world,

Bittersweet love story about a girl

Shook me to the core

Voice like an angel,

I've never heard before,

You and me together, it's more than chemistry

Love me as I am

I hold your music

Here inside my hands

You are my brightest burning star

We create Perfect Harmony.

And unless Luke had been singing with another girl, there didn't seem to be many options on who it could be about, right?

From the beginning, Julie had felt something connecting her to him; to all of them, in different ways. But Luke had been the one to give her a little piece of his soul right after meeting her when he let her use Bright to earn back her spot in the music program. Seeing his passion reflecting back on her, the way he treated music like she used to, made her miss it more than anything for the first time in almost a year. It made her miss the way it felt to use music to connect with her mom.

After they spent a whole weekend finishing each other's songs and working on new ones, getting to know each other's inner workings - the part of them that bled out feelings into paper to create beautiful melodies, Julie knew she was a goner. Finding out he'd been the one to write the words that shaped her taste in rock certainly didn't help. Like he'd been helping her find her way to music long before they even met.

Her crush on him had been inevitable from the start, and while falling for him was probably one of the worst things she could’ve done, it was too late to stop it. She'd been free falling for a while, and hopefully she'd land in his arms soon enough. Reading over his words again gave Julie a warm fluttering in her stomach that made her think he was more than ready to catch her once she reached the ground.

Carefully folding the piece of paper, she put it inside her dreambox, then placed the box back on the shelf.

***

The following week went by without any hiccups. Every once in a while, Julie would remember Luke's song and a familiar warmth would fill her up, leaving a soft smile on her lips and glazed eyes staring off at nothing. Just as often, Flynn would have to shake her out of her daydreams.

She didn't think much would come of it until her dad decided to throw the band a party so he could film them and post their video on YouTube. Which was fine. Amazing, even. It was most certainly great! Until Luke came to the school, staring at her with his stupid, beautiful, awed eyes, and with his soft, perfect smile, saying things that made her combust and melt, all at the same time.

"I think you make me a better writer."

"I think we make each other better."

Calling Nick 'Luke' was bad enough, but slipping into a complete musical sequence as she danced with him? "Goner" didn't even begin to describe her.

Like the other times they'd written together, the lyrics flowed through her, finishing the song he'd started with the same ease as one would take a breath.

Julie knew that whatever was going on between her and Luke couldn't happen or, if it did, it couldn't last. In fact, in the great scheme of life and ghosts, she didn't know much, but what she did know was that - be it in life or in death - love was constant.

He didn't need to have a heartbeat or to be able to touch her for her to love him. He was just as real to her as the next person, and whether it would hurt in the long run or not, it didn't matter.

She knew Flynn was only looking out for her, but that ship had sailed, and Julie was already so lost in his ocean eyes that avoiding eye contact wasn't going to bring it back. She would entertain her though, even knowing it wouldn't work. Just like the tide, eventually he'd pull her right back in.

She could love him just as he was, for however long they had together, and especially after that.

End notes: I hope you guys enjoyed it! And, if you'll notice, at the beginning it kind of gives off the impression that Luke eventually finds out about the song and Julie tells him how she found it. Which may or may not lead you to believe that they're in a relationship. I guess it all depends on interpretation though ;)

Oh, also! Shout out to the chaos squad folks that guessed right! You guys are no fun :( /j lmao

#RDD #23 by 23 challenge #fanfic #mine #jatp #jatp fic #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #juke #jukebox #julie x luke #fic recs

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ambiengrey · 6 years

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Loitering Ch 8

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attempting bravery

“A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY

Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children”

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Jason focused on walking. Just walking, and walking – he could do that. He could walk.

He followed in Alfred and Tim’s wake, the younger boy giving Jason the shyest, most apologetic smile he’d ever seen on the kid’s face when Jason climbed the first few steps. Tim had turned around and led the way up before Jason could think to make a face of some kind – a what the hell, kid?-kind of face was the only kind that came to mind though and, with Alfred’s eyes still on him before the butler turned as well, not making it had probably been best.

Vaguely he was aware of Cass climbing the stairs after him, always a step behind.

Jason had kept his eyes on Alfred, but it reminded him too much of the first time he’d ascended the staircase – watching the unfamiliar butler’s back as he was led to the room he’d be occupying. Opposite Dick’s, he discovered later.

Unbidden, he wondered – perhaps not for the first time – what Bruce had ended up doing with all his stuff, after he’d…died.

Given his school books back, probably – he thought he might have been in the middle of an assignment…writing a short story or something? He couldn’t remember.

Kept his storybooks, Jason thought, recalling Cass clutching his makeshift copy of Beauty and the Beast (though that wasn’t the only little fairy tale in there) in her arms the last time he’d been here. Jason had been too shy to ask for books when he’d first moved in, not used to people buying him things anymore besides, but, he suddenly had all the paper he could ever want, and means for retyping and printing the stories he liked – so he could return the library books he’d, well, stolen.

Where had Alfred put Jason’s—“collection,” the butler had called it—?

In addition to the fairy tales, there had been a bunch of classics he’d brought along from his – and, technically, his mom’s – old apartment, rewritten in his own hand, bound between cardboard covers filled front to back with doodles – Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer, Oliver Twist, The Prince and the Pauper…

Bruce had bought him every one of those and then some, but he’d kept his own makeshift books. As a reminder, maybe. Of where he’d come from? Or, how things had been before?

Of the comfort those stories had brought him when he’d been alone, and waiting—

For his father to sober up.

For his mother to wake up.

For Bruce—

Not even reading, just holding onto something he knew, inside and out, seated on the staircase – before he’d been recruited as Robin, before he’d started training, when all he’d been offered was a home and safety, and some sort of family—

But he knew whose family he was a part of. Batman’s. And the Dark Knight’s duty kept him out at night, and Jason, too used to waiting up for people to come home, and too wary to sleep in unfamiliar surroundings, had spent many a night on the steps of this staircase, in the dark; waiting.

…

Jason didn’t know he’d stopped walking until Cassandra moved in his peripheral vision, her hand resting lightly at the crook of his elbow. Jason shifted his arm and her hand fell away – he looked up, away from the view of the step—

Alfred, and Tim beyond him, had stopped walking as well, a mere handful of stairs from the top.

Alfred placed a hand on his shoulder, and Jason swallowed reflexively, ducked his head, feeling silly for getting so caught up in the past again—

“…Alright, Jason?” Alfred asked, quietly, and the absence of “Master” meant more than its presence would have, now.

Jason breathed, quick and hard, nodded and looked up – too fast, so he had to look away again—

He shook his head.

“Al…” he all but whispered, feeling incredibly small and guilty for his hesitation. “Do I…” he glanced back up, Alfred looking impossibly tall somehow. “Do I have to, I mean, does he even, really—” Jason cut off, ducked his head again and buried his face in his hands with a groan. What was he doing? What the hell was he doing? There was no getting out of this – there was no making up excuses, or hesitating—

He’d come this far. He—

He needed to do this. He would.

Alfred squeezed his shoulder, but it was Tim who spoke.

“He wants to see you, Jason. Honest, he does.”

Jason peered up at the kid, every inch a determined Red Robin by the firm set of his jaw, his tightly clenched fists at his side—

What had the Joker done to you, Tim…?

“So, come on. Please?”

“Perhaps I’d been too callous, sir,” Alfred said, almost solemnly – or about as close as the proper butler would ever show, Jason thought. “Somewhat…selfish of me. I cannot force you any further if you’d rather not.”

Jason barked a laugh, some of the tension squeezing at his soul slipping with the shake of his shoulders, “Are you kidding, Al? If anyone can force me, it’s you…”

Jason didn’t miss the mildly satisfied smile ghosting across Alfred’s lips for the quickest of seconds, before the butler’s expression turned softer, “Indeed, sir,” he allowed. “But in my haste to…reconcile the situation, shall we say? I fear I may not have considered the consequences…to you, as closely as I should have, sir.”

Jason half-smiled, half-laughed, and shook his head, “No, Al, I…” he glanced back, at Cass, her lips quirked. “I want to,” he mumbled. “I’m…being an ass, don’t—mind me. …Sorry,” he added belatedly, for the swear as much as anything else.

Alfred smiled. “Very well, sir,” and Jason’s shoulder received another gentle squeeze before Alfred’s hand was gone. Jason thought that would be it, but the butler’s forefinger briefly tapped at his chest, “Good?” he asked, very quietly. Jason nodded, and Alfred returned the gesture, satisfied, before continuing his trek upwards.

Jason met eyes with Tim, and the kid smiled at him, gave him a plainly satisfied nod, and followed Alfred’s lead without a word.

Jason made an effort not to bristle, the ever-familiar annoyance Tim invoked creeping slowly to the surface – now wasn’t the time. Besides, Tim was a kid, and for all that he had replaced Jason, he didn’t deserve anything that had happened recently. The Joker was not a curse Jason had ever wished upon his replacement no matter how much he’d hated him—or, the thought of him, really. Robin should have ended with Jason, and the Bat should’ve kept his shit together better. Or spilled the Joker’s guts very literally.

Absently, Jason shook his head, trudged up the staircase with Cass still at his back, into a hauntingly familiar corridor.

Years, and nothing had changed.

Jason crossed his arms tight over his chest and tried not to stare too long at anything – doors or windows, or paintings, or the carpet under his feet.

Deeper into the house Alfred led them, the silence of the place hanging thick in the air, obnoxiously reminding Jason of the silence he’d abruptly woken up to upon his resurrection.

There had been no scream, no gasp, no sudden inhale of life-giving breath—he’d been asleep, and then, simply, awake, as if he had gone to bed in his coffin of his own accord.

It had been dark, at first, the same way it always was when he woke in the middle of the night, for whatever reason.

Aware he hadn’t been woken by a nightmare, Jason may have rolled over and gone back to sleep, content, if his Bat-training hadn’t alerted him to several things – this wasn’t his bed, for one. He was dressed in a suit, for another, and, it was too quiet.

The manor was never that quiet at night. It was old, and it groaned and sighed and creaked and settled, and even when it seemed to quiet down there was still noise – a breeze brushing around the corners outside, trees rustling in the wind, and the bats, of course. They squeaked and screeched and flapped their wings in a chorus Jason could recognise easily if he just stopped to listen.

He had, and hadn’t heard anything.

It had been quiet then as it was now, none of them breathing loudly, their footsteps like feathers ghosting over the carpet. Perfectly trained.

When Jason’s vision had become accustomed to the dark, he’d already run his hands across the wooden surface of the box – the coffin, he realised – and then he could practically see the inside of the thing, holding him hostage. A flood of memory had crashed into him – Joker with a crowbar, laughing as he worked Jason’s flesh into a collage of black and red, and blue; the painfully slow tick-tick of the bomb counting down what he’d believed at the time were the last seconds of his life, coming up too quickly on zero, Jason counting along in his head involuntarily after he’d looked away—

Had it all been a trick, he’d wondered – had the bomb been a dud? Had Jason only been blacked out instead? Did Joker throw him in a coffin to scare him, for laughs?

The silence had ticked on, another countdown in Jason’s head, before he’d really taken it in – the lack of noise; he was buried alive.

He’d started screaming then, panic taking hold before he could think to stop it, and—

—

—Jason swept his fingers through his hair, nails hard against his scalp, tugged before letting go. He shouldn’t be thinking of that—

He was aware, dimly, that he’d stopped walking.

If only it wasn’t so quiet. Jason was scared he’d abruptly start screaming just to drown out the silence—

“Snowing, again,” Jason started at Cassandra’s voice right next to him; she’d stopped as well.

“What?” he said lamely, and followed her gaze to a window in the room on their left, where white flakes of snow were visible, descending in a whimsical flurry. “Oh. Yeah…” his voice sounded hoarse, as if he had been screaming after all.

“Alfred’s, getting away from us,” Cass said, nudging his arm with her elbow and pointing ahead, to where Alfred and Tim had paused at the corner.

“Yeah…” Jason mumbled, giving them a quick glance, but his gaze turned back to the room with the window – Dickie’s room, he realised abruptly, even though nothing of what he could see inside looked like Dick’s anymore, but—

—that meant—

Cass pushed gently at his arm and Jason started down the hallway again, looking round at the door on their right even as he went—

His door.

Or, what had been his door.

Always open just the tiniest bit so he could listen – to Bruce and Dick, when the latter came over and their current argument either started or somehow ended outside the Batcave. Jason would shut the door as quick and quietly as he could before they appeared in the hallway outside, not wanting either of them to know he’d been eavesdropping. Sometimes, he’d gotten the feeling they knew anyway – almost especially whenever Dick would come knocking, grinning in a reassuring way and talking like he hadn’t just been yelling at Jason’s father.

He’d try to be nice, Jason remembered, but…Jason would glare and wish him away, and then feel bad about it when Dick did leave and Bruce turned quiet and sulked over case-files and work – no time for Jason, suddenly, and then he’d just feel angry at Dick all over again.

Jason’s door was closed, now, even as he could almost see himself peeking out, as if in a dream.

Sometimes, moments few and far between, he’d let Dick talk him into things – cartwheels down the hall, flipping contests he could never manage to win, swinging from the chandelier, jumping on Bruce’s bed until the springs creaked when he was being difficult over something Jason had done, or hadn’t done, on patrol—

Sometimes, moments with Dick were happy. Not happy enough for them to have ever been close. Not happy enough that Jason had ever wanted to share Dick with Bruce, either. Jason been at his happiest when it had been only he and Bruce, working together in the field, or outside of their uniforms post-patrol, getting stitched-up and sipping at hot chocolate—

He’d been Jason’s father. Bruce had proven it, treated him differently – better – than his real father ever had; always had his back, gave him advice, and trusted him, and—

Even as Jason could lose his temper, and Bruce never quite condoned Jason’s fervent belief that Gotham’s worst bastards got what they deserved when he let his anger get the better of him in a fight. Bruce still treated him better, even if his behaviour earned him a scolding, or a disapproving look and the silent-treatment, or saddling Jason with monitor duty so he could calm down and get his act together again. Which was why he’d been in the cave the night he’d found out about his biological mother and was able to subsequently take the fatal trip to see her without Batman’s permission.

Benched. It wouldn’t have been permanent. He’d been benched before. Only, on that particular occasion, it had seemed like a heavier weight.

And, if he hadn’t been, he never would’ve died—

Their procession came to a stop just then, Jason behind Alfred, aware of Tim on his one side and Cass just behind him. He’d been eyeing the all too familiar wooden door with apprehension since they’d rounded the corner. Bruce was just beyond it.

Jason hadn’t seen him for months – Batman had become scarcer the last while and Jason could only assume he wasn’t fit for patrol anymore. Probably, the next time the Dark Knight appeared in Gotham it would be Dickiebird underneath the cowl. Or—

—Cassandra?

Was that what she’d meant…?

Alfred stepped aside, “Here we are, sir,” he announced, curling his old, calloused fingers around the doorknob, and Jason—

Just breathed.

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pointless--nonsense · 7 years

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Okay everybody this is super long I’m sorry!!

🐰 what is one secret that you’ve never told anyone? ~ if I said then it would no longer be a secret hahaha

💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be? ~ all of my friends (internet and irl) because I just love them so much

🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why? ~ Eevee because I love that name and I love the eeveelutions

🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like? ~ oh boy um first of all Tr*mp would be in jail and Bernie would be president, gender neutral bathrooms would be everywhere, and college/university would be way less expensive and adorable for all

👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had? ~ all I can remember is that someone tricked me into going on a roadtrip to the beach and when we got there I realized I had nothing besides my phone with me 😂 plus Lilly Singh was there and she convinced me to stay lol

☀️ what do you like the most about your best friend? ~ I love everything about her she is amazing and wonderful and I miss her so much!!

😘 talk about your crush or partner. ~ I have so many crushes at the moment 😂 lol let’s just say they are all cute and way out of my league lol

💁 if someone was rude to you, would you be rude back? ~ Depending on the situation tbh. Like I’ll only bring out the attitude if they deserve it, but if it is not worth my time I would just walk away

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!) ~ My ability to be smart yet soooooo dumb all the time, I guess I can keep a conversation going but I’m so boring, and how I have no money yet I still online shop like I am rich 😂

🐾 what are you scared of most? how will you overcome it? ~ I am scared of so many things so it is hard to choose just one. But I try to overcome my fears by being forced into situations and if I don’t completely shut down it was a success lol

🎁 what never fails to make you happy? ~ Watching my favorite Disney movies, and baking treats for my friends

💙 what annoys you about some people? ~ When people are ignorant. And when they think their opinion is right and they won’t listen to anybody else with a different opinion because they are too scared to hear what anybody else has to say because maybe they are wrong

😤 do you get angry easily? ~ No not really, I’m a pretty chill person for the most part I guess

🐇 what do you always daydream about? ~ This will sound cheesy but usually just going on cute dates with people because I’ve never been on a date and I want to experience that one day lol

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change? ~ How food is made and produced (animal rights), I would impeach the president and elect Bernie Sanders, and I would repeal any and all laws against transgender people using whatever bathrooms they want (and I would make everywhere change to gender neutral bathrooms)

✈️ what is your dream city and why? ~ Oh boy that’s hard… umm I used to say Seattle but lately it is Toronto because Canada seems pretty cool, but I also really want to travel back to Alaska because that was super fun (I know that’s not a city lol)

☕️ talk about your ideal day. ~ Hmm it would be at Disneyland with Tricia because those are always so much fun

🌸 are you an introvert, ambivert or extrovert? ~ Totally introvert 100%

💧 when was the last time you cried? ~ I bottle up my emotions so I don’t cry until I explode which hasn’t been for a while (I know that’s bad and I’m working on it kind of haha)

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment. ~ Hey There Delilah by Plain White T’s, Sippy Cup by Melanie Martinez, Lullaby by Front Porch Step, All Time Low by Jon Bellion, and How Far I’ll Go from Moana

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why? ~ probably flight so that I wouldn’t have to pay for gas or expensive plane flights anymore haha

💛 if you could talk to your younger self, what would you say? ~ You will learn how true friends act, and these people are not your real friends. And keep in touch with your middle school friends because those are real people who actually like you. And don’t go to college where it snows because you will hate it 😂

💚 who are you jealous of and why? ~ Skinny people because they can actually find clothes that fit and aren’t embarrassed when they shop with friends (I’m not really jealous just petty haha)

💎 which one would you rather have more of: intelligence, beauty, kindness, wealth or bravery? why? ~ Intelligence so that the schools would pay for my education

🙊 what are you ashamed of? ~ That the ignorant people surrounding me run their mouths without knowing any real facts or information and talk based solely on judgement and opinions

🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn? ~ I know English and a tiny tiny bit of Spanish. I am learning ASL and I want to become better with my Spanish. I also want to learn Mandarin

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be? ~ I want to be Katara’s best friend

☁️ talk about your dream universe. ~ Refer to 🌻 and 🌠 plus all animals in shelters and pounds would have owners and global warming goes down and better education systems are in place

💜 which acts of kindness are you going to do today? ~ I’m going to tell my friends I love them and I will clean up the house for my mom so she doesn’t have to stress about it

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why? ~ Either a dolphin or a hawk so I can explore the sea or fly and see the world from the air

🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislike. ~ I hate racism, homophobia, misogynists, feminists who aren’t intersectional, islamophobia, transphobia, TERFs, and other people/things of these natures

😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious lately. ~ Hahahahaha everything

🍪 what did you want to be as a kid, and what do you want to be now? ~ I wanted to be a chef and now I want to be a nurse

🍰 what are some of your favourite sugary foods? ~ Icecream and Starbucks fraps get me every time 😂😂

🍑 what are you obsessed with? ~ Hmm right now it is politics and online shopping but it changes all the time haha

💘 what happens to you when you’re stressed? ~ On the outside I am pretty good at hiding the stress but on the inside I am screaming. I can handle stress well in my opinion and usually I try to find out what is stressing me and either fix it or end it all together

😪 what are you sick of? ~ Cis white men

🙀 are you an adrenaline seeker? ~ No not at all

💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have? ~ I hate any and all fast food (including in n out 😂), I also hate pasta and rice (I love bread though lol)

☔️ would you consider yourself a good person? ~ It depends on the day. Some days I think I’m good, but most days I feel like I’m a terrible person haha

😊 what do you like to do as hobbies? ~ I used to play softball and golf, but now my hobbies mostly include baking, watching Netflix and YouTube, and online shopping

🎤 what’s the last song you hummed or sang by yourself? ~ Does it count if I was singing Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride in the shower?

🐝 what’s your worst trait? how are you planning to improve it? ~ Oh boy it’s hard to pick just one.. but I think the worst has to be that I can be selfish at times. Especially when protecting myself from getting hurt by other people, I tend to be selfish and just push people away before they hurt me so that I can protect myself, but that in turn hurts the other person

🎨 what do you always doodle when you’re bored? ~ I cannot doodle at all I have no artistic talent in any sort! I color when I’m bored though haha

🐻 what’s stopping you from chasing your dreams? ~ The economy. If I could open my bakery/café without the hugeeee chance it will fail I wouldn’t be going to school to become a nurse

🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you? ~ INTJ and I think it suits me because I am introverted, intuitive in situations, I think more than I feel, and I judge rather than perceive

👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why? ~ Selena Gomez, Zendaya, Lilly Singh, and Dwayne Johnson are my top 4 because I feel like they use their platforms to stand up for what is right and they also empower people to do the right thing and be better people

🍋 do you consider yourself an emotional person? ~ On the outside people would say no because I act like a stone cold bitch, but when you get to know me you realize that yes I am emotional and I feel things very deeply lol

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them. ~ I don’t know quotes off the top of my head but my favorite books are Looking for Alaska, The Fault in our Stars, and Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

😔 what do you always do when you feel sad? does it help? ~ I sit in my room and try to distract myself and usually that doesn’t work

😌 what thoughts keep you going when you’re sad? ~ Knowing that I won’t feel like this all the time and maybe tomorrow I won’t feel as bad

🌍 which country do you live in? ~ USA

🐧 describe yourself in 3 words. ~ Lazy, boring, and a hopeless romantic

🐵 which quotes changed you? ~ Nothing stands out to me

💭 do you keep a diary? ~ I keep a journal

💫 who inspires you? ~ Refer to 👑

👻 do you believe in ghosts and why? ~ Yes yes yes because I just believe lol

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like? ~ Lazy, could be considered “athleisure”, comfortable

🎬 what are some of your favourite films? ~ Lilo and Stitch, Moana, Up, Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Grease, Hairspray, Elf, How the Grinch Stole Christmas

🍦 what is one treasured childhood memory? ~ Going to Lake Casitas and/or Pismo Beach every year

🐱 what’s your dream pet like? ~ I want a couple Pit Bull Terriers

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be? ~ That’s so hard!!! Maybe Lilly Singh, Remi Cruz, Zendaya, or the Rock

Thanks for the super long ask lil bee 💗🐝

#long post #thank you lil bee

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