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[lowpolyskeletonz]

HONEYBEA! The lovecore of Bea! My bealoved!

He's got so many issues <3

[book-and-music-lover]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3. (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have! Make a new post.

@go-catch-a-chickn Thank you for the tag my dear! This looks so fun 💕

My HoneyBea (Warrior Nun, E, currently 26k words)

Beatrice unloaded the boxes from her truck, carrying them one by one over to the stand she had just set up.

The Subtle Attention of Time (Warrior Nun, T, 833 words)

Maybe it’s a dream, but she doesn’t care if it is. She never wants it to end

Isaiah 61:3 (Warrior Nun, T, 6.8k words)

The world stopped, just for a moment, after Beatrice met the gaze of the woman she thought long gone and unreachable.

If you say you want me, I can make you mine (The Maze Runner, T, 4k words)

Thomas fidgeted with the sleeve of his suit jacket, scanning the ballroom. His eyes skated over their heads, looking for one in particular.

(Meet Me) Where the Sun Greets the Roses (Downton Abbey, T, 2k words)

The faint glow of sunrise seeped in around the curtain when Thomas woke that morning.

Just ‘Cause You’re Out Here Running Doesn’t Make You Free (A League of Their Own, M, 8k words)

Being back in New York was all kinds of complicated for Greta.

No Better Version of Me Than When I'm With You (The Maze Runner, E, 60k words)

“I don’t know what to do, Tommy.” Newt groaned, looking at him from his position to Thomas’ right on the couch where they sat watching a movie.

Bolder Than Before (Bluer Than the Sky) (A League of Their Own, T, 1k words)

Carson blinks her eyes open and feels a warmth flush through her at the sight of Greta lying on the twin bed facing her.

Linger On, Dear (Downton Abbey, T, 4.3k words)

Thomas sat at the pub fiddling with the handle of his glass.

more than these skin and bones (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, T, 3.7k words)

Aurelius slowly descended the creaking staircase from his room with one goal in mind - grab the Charms book from where he’d left it on the table and meet Newt back upstairs.

Having an excuse to take another look at all that I've written over the last however many months was so fun! I learned as I did this, though, that my first lines are far less interesting without all of the context the rest of the fic adds to it lol. Also, I write for way more fandoms than I thought I did? Gotta spice it up with some variety, I suppose, right?

No pressure tags: @warriornunsgirlfriend, @wraithofwords, @scooby-doo-creepymechclown, @smokestarrules @whatwordsmiss, @littlestarlost and anyone else who wants to!

[burritello3000]

I’m over 5'5 / I wear glasses or contacts / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have or have had braces / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / resting b@!ch face / I play sports / I play an instrument / I know more than one language / I can cook or bake / I like writing / I like to read / I can multitask / I’ve never dated anyone / I have a best friend I've known for over five years / I am an only child

Thank you @boots-with-the-fur-club for the tag!!! I literally squealed out loud and said "BOOTS WITH THE FUR CLUB TAGGED ME!!!!!!" This was fun! I adore chains like these <3

@trainer--mimico @howtotrainyourdragonprince @risestarkiss @rottmnt-honeybea @sketchiefoxie @inkypawprint

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

[megsiplier]

so for trace’s birthday + christmas, i made her a care package with some of her fav things and souvenirs from my trip over the summer... what she didn’t know was i had a special surprise at the bottom of the box 👀

[havin-a-wee]

Every Little Thing

pairing: actress!y/n x harry

word count: 948

warnings: insecurities, the fluffiest of fluff

im in a mood lol. i wanna make like a bunch of blurbs and stuff about actress!y/n and harry so send me requests if you want another thing with them. im hoping to make it like a kind of series.

PLEASE REBLOG IF YOU ENJOY

She stared in the mirror, observing the unknown figure that reflected. Her hands ran along the side of her hips, feeling the ridges that were left behind after she carried a baby inside of her for 9 months.

A tear trickled down her face. She barely recognized the person in the mirror, and she knew that the world wouldn’t take kindly to her new body, regardless of the fact that she gave birth only a few months prior. Being an actress, Y/N knew how to deal with trolls and hater better than many people. But she could never protect herself from the body-shaming comments and messages that flooded her social media from the start of her fame. Being in the public eye is awful, and it's gotten even worse since she began dating, and then married Harry Styles.

But Y/N would never give up the pure love that the two of them shared because of some pesky paparazzi.

Y/N hadn’t really inspected her own body since she gave birth. Partially because she was so busy with their daughter Bea, short for Beatrice. (Or as Harry calls her - Honeybea) But she also purposefully avoided getting a good look at herself in the mirror, scared of what she would see looking back at her.

But while Harry was putting their 3-month-old angel to bed, she had decided to take a shower, a long one where she could shave and whatnot, which is something she hadn’t been able to do in way too long. After she undressed, she turned to the mirror without thinking. And there she was.

Stretch marks lining the bottom of her abdomen, marking the place where her skin stretched to accommodate her pregnancy belly. The pouch of fat on her stomach created rolls, and the skin was looser and flabby. Her arms and thighs were bigger now too because of the ridiculous amount of sugary foods that she had craved during her pregnancy.

“Hey bub, are you get-”

She spun around to see Harry in the doorway, staring at her with wide eyes. If she wasn’t in such a fragile state, she would have recognized the look on Harry’s face as lust, suddenly turned on by his love standing naked before him. But Y/N wasn’t thinking straight, and she misread the look on his face as one of shock and confusion, rather than attraction.

Another hot tear slipped down her cheek. And another. And another.

She thought Harry was disgusted with her, shocked that she looked like this instead of what she looked like throughout their relationship. Her heart hurt as she stared back at the love of her life, thinking that he didn’t like the way she looked anymore.

“Darling what happened?” He took a step forward, embracing her in his strong arms. Instinctively, she accepted the hug, burying her face into his chest as more tears spilled from her red eyes. Harry picked his head up and she did the same, looking into those green eyes that she loved so much. “Please tell me what’ happened lovie, y’know I hate seein’ y’cry.”

“I-I’m just-” She didn’t really know what to say to him, because she wanted to talk to him about it, but also she thought that he hated the way she looks now, and she knew that him confirming her suspicions would break her heart. “I’m sorry.”

“For what bub? What’re yeh sorry for?”

“I’m sorry I look like this now. I hate it too, and I’m gonna try to get back to what I used to look like.”

“Woah woah woah, hold on a minute.” Y/N stepped back from his embrace, slightly raising an eyebrow at her husband in confusion. “What’s wrong with what y’look like? Cause I personally think y’look incredibly sexy righ’ now.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, looking down at the ground briefly before bringing her gaze to his again. “I’ve got all this fat,” she pulled on her stomach fat, “all these stretch marks,” she pointed to them, “and I just look so different. You don’t have to lie and say I look good.”

Harry chuckled a bit and looked back at his still naked wife. “Are you serious?” She nodded her head, biting her lip in curious anticipation for what he was about to say. “Darlin’, m’not lying. Y’look gorgeous right now and always. Y’are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, and it make me sad that y’don’t see yourself like that.” He stepped forward again, gripping onto her shoulders and turning her to face the mirror. He stood behind her, moving his hands down and placing them on her waist. “See this?” He moved his hand onto the rolls on her stomach, placing soft pressure on the supple flesh. “This is so y’have enough room f’when we make more babies together.” Finally, a smile made its way onto Y/Ns face, eliciting a smile from Harry as well. His hands traveled down to grip the front of her thighs, and she looked down to see. “All of this,” he gave her thighs a soft squeeze, “s’just more area f’me to suck on darlin”. This time she laughed, looking back up in the mirror to see the gleeful expression that was plastered on Harry’s face. “And these,” he ran his fingers over her stretch marks, “these are m’favorite. These are y’tiger stripes Y/N. They match m’tattoo!” He used his other hand to point to his upper thigh, the material of his sweatpants covering the ink.

“Thank you, Harry. I love you,” she sighed, resting back against Harry’s chest.

“I love you more, my beautiful girl.”

[sundrenched-smilez]

tea asks!! lady grey, irish breakfast, & bubble tea :3

lady grey:favourite outfit?

i'll add a pic in a sec!!!

irish breakfast:what country do you want to visit?

first pick is canada, i gotta visit my honeybea

bubble tea:what ride would you pick at an amusement park?

the one home, i'm such a baby :~((( roller coasters r scary and i HATE heights so nothing that goes fast or high is okay for me, which is like, the whole point of amusement parks so!!!! mb teacups??? does the mirror house count??

[megsiplier]

Happy birthday to my platonic soulmate and partner in crime.

THANK YOU HONEYBEA. i can’t believe i get to start a new year of my life with you by my side🖤