PRETTY BABY!

a lovingly  &  chaotically curated nostalgic h2o blog

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HEY BOY, I WANNA HAVE SOME FUN. HEY BOY, I WANNA DRIFT INTO THE— HEY NOW, I WANNA DANCE AWAY THE NIGHT. HEY BOY, YOU GOTTA LOOK REAL KEEN. WANNA BE HOT? YOU GOTTA TREAT THEM MEAN! HEY BOY, I WANNA HAVE SOME FUN TONIGHT.

#bellaheartly, a lovingly & chaotically curated nostalgic h2o blog. ¹ main blog. ² ao3 — h2o pseud.

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the way romy @lesbianlizzie and i are cooking with this fic verse we’re making rn

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when dove cameron said “hot and dirty like the L.A. air” she was so right. i hate LA i hate waiting for my uber XL at LAX i hate california in general. anyway

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the way zewis has nicknames for eachother 🥰 meathead & geekaroid 🥰

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hm. it's s3 era zewis posting time. hello

your name is zane joseph bennett. it's actually zane joseph harrison bennett but you omit your father's name every chance you get because you are your own man and you don't need your father's name to get ahead. to build a life. your life. a man lays his own foundations; if he doesn't, how can he trust in its stability?

your childhood friend emma tells you a person can't judge a son by his father's sins but you disagree. the sin you carry is a grime you can't wash off your skin. you know your blood is tainted by greed and sometimes when you hold cash in your hand you wish your ex girlfriend would set it alight with her magic mermaid powers. she would, if you asked. you're kind of friends again. it's tentative. civil. you love her so much that every time you catch the blue of her eyes in your gaze your heart feels bruised.

you stand behind the bar in the cafe you bought her and wipe down the counters. the waning crescent moon is high and neon light spills into the dark through beaded curtains. the cafe is filled with music and light and so much life and you have never felt more alone. its friday night. you're working to keep the cafe afloat another month. the numbers are in the red still, but improving slowly but surely. you want to keep the momentum going. after closing, you will go home alone to an empty apartment filled with expensive things your purchased to fill the deep chasm in the core of you.

your friend lewis's laughter suddenly rings through the room like sunlight and birdsong and wind through the eucalyptus trees and you see him and bella hartley and their little ragtag rock band on stage. rehearsals are over now, the music done, the crowd thinning out, and there is a dark-haired bassist who looks like the sort of rockstar your childhood friend nate thinks he is. he is leaning in close to lewis and pressing his big, silver-ring-heavy hands into his narrow hips and saying something low in his ear, grinning, and you feel anger flood you because you are jealous. you want to be that free, too. you dream of kissing other men sometimes but the thought of so much as holding the hand of another man in public sends terror up your spine. it does not fit the image of yourself you have long-since made. kissing boys is not part of your foundation.

lewis laughs again, open and bright, like the world hasn't kicked his teeth in more times than not. like he's never sat in the cafe office while rikki staunched the bleeding of his broken nose and soothed his black eye with heat. lewis leans into this bassist's touch with a telling familiarity that you can only dream of and huh. that's an odd thought, isn't it?

you wipe down juice-stained glasses and survey the room. cleo and rikki are locked arm in arm, dancing without music now, laughing. two best friends with the world on the edge of their pretty fingertips. they beckon bella over and she dances across the room, vibrant, a star, honey-blonde hair swinging, while the rest of the band cleans up. she is well beloved. a cafe favorite. lord, what would you do without her and the band?

you watch the new bassist pull lewis through the much smaller crowd. there is an aggressiveness there. a possessiveness you envy. you watch him and lewis disappear through those godawful ugly beads and into the dark and you know while you're lying alone in bed later you will think of this moment because lewis has been stuck in your head a lot lately. he is warm and optimistic and resilient in a way you can't understand. he is handsome in a way you—

it's late. you should go home soon. the party is over.

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it's too bad the y2k hit show h2o just add water doesn't take place somewhere adjacent to las vegas because I have an absolute banger of an idea

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hold my over-moisturized, bronzer-stained hand. walk with me.

the s3 squad + emma is in vegas. i don't know why. it doesn't matter. they're in vegas. cleo and emma and will are the responsible ones. emma is very against gambling of any sort because gambling, by definition, is a game of chance and you can't control all the variables. that's why it's called gambling. and emma doesn't take those sort of uncalculated risks. cleo rather spend the entire time in the fancy suite they're all sharing that is so big it might as well be an apartment. she likes massages and room service and friends re-runs and two glasses of dry red wine, max. she has generalized anxiety. she can't handle alcohol. will loves the lights and life and the people. his childhood was incredibly isolated and he never stayed in one place long enough to live like a local or form close bonds. he and emma enjoy the entertainment side of vegas. the shows. the food. the magic. lewis, bella, and rikki are hyenas and they're all blacked out by 2am.

now. now. rikki and lewis are intensively competitive with one another. bella is a good buffer until they're six drinks in. then. well.

they're stumbling down the sidewalk. a couple is getting married at a church of elvis. bella starts singing blue suede shoes. rikki goes on an obnoxious, sexist rant about marriage. lewis, ever the romantic, defends the modern institute of marriage. rikki says he'd be corny enough to get married in a church of elvis. lewis tells her at least he has someone to marry. and i say tell but they're shouting. they're blackout drunk, shouting at each other in the street over bella caterwauling elvis classics. lewis is holding her shoes in his hands btw. because bella's feet hurt. no one is sober. rikki and lewis's argument devolves into a WELL I DARE YOU / NO I WOULDN'T / YES I WOULD scenario. very fiona and gus circa shameless (us) minus all the fuck nasty. (maybe.) and because they're competitive and drunk and bella is there to be a witness they get married. they stomp into the church and elvis and get married to one-up each other.

eventually will and emma find them and wrangle them back to their fancy suite. and emma has to find out how to nullify their marriage. it doesn't matter they're not us citizens because this is my post and in this post you can just get married in the us with no paperwork for the sake of plot. cleo is asleep by 7:30pm because she wants to wake up early for the free continental breakfast.

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it's too bad the y2k hit show h2o just add water doesn't take place somewhere adjacent to las vegas because I have an absolute banger of an idea

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doing a lil aesthetic revamp. please mind the mess<3

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the thing about me is i can see a character in any show in my peripheral vision and headcanons just start blooming like flowers in the spring. how do i explain to the h2o side of the destiel website that my brain is telling me dr. harrison bennett is devoutly catholic and zane has deeply rooted religious trauma and sometimes when zane feels particularly bad about himself he'll go to mass halfway through and sit quietly in the back. he will wear jeans and the cheapest t-shirt he owns because at 19 his money feels like shame. jesus flipped tables in the temple over greed. he'll brush his fingers in the little fountain of holy water and wonder if mermaids can cross themselves. did god make mermaids. is there a god at all. did anyone see him weeping under the fig tree. why did jesus get a mother and he didn't. zane will walk around with ashes smeared on his forehead and a hollowness in his chest because harrison turned his face away from him just like god turned his face away from jesus while he asphyxiated to death on the cross. anyway.

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120k friends to lovers fic but it’s just me, a bowl of sliced mango, and a steaming hot black americano

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what do you think bella's star sign is?

oh girl let's get up into this. i have thoughts

Isabella Jordan Hartley

Big 3

Leo Sun

Pisces Moon

Sagittarius Rising/Ascendant

Fire Signs (Leo, Aries, Sagittarius)

Sun — Leo (9th House)

Mars — Aries (5th House)

Ascendant — Sagittarius (1st House)

North Node — Aries (12th House)

Water Signs (Pisces, Cancer)

Moon — Pisces (4th House)

Venus — Cancer (8th House)

Air Signs (Gemini, Libra, Aquarius)

Mercury — Gemini (7th House)

South Node — Libra (11th House)

3rd House — Aquarius

Earth Signs (Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn)

6th House — Taurus

10th House — Virgo

2nd House — Capricorn

the mischaracterization i see of bella on this site is crazy. shy where</3 anywayz. my baby girl.

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if anyone is having a hard time right now just remember that i’m a july cancer sun / pisces moon / aquarius rising / north node in aries AND a gemini mars. and mercury rx is in cancer so. at least you’re not me

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obsessed with your blog I'm always so excited to find bella stans out in the wild <3

blows a kiss @ you!!!!! i’m literally just a worm in a trench coat thank u<3 bella is my light my love my spunky baby :’)

ps very excited to be mutuals<3 !!!

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me planning moonstruck bella for a fic rn

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me when bella is moonstruck but has no personal connection to mako island so when she runs off the girls can’t find her because unlike cleo and rikki and emma she has no desire to go to mako island

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me planning moonstruck bella for a fic rn

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i love my OCs bella hartley and lewis mccartney and emma gilbert and zane bennett

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i feel soooo seen by william thomas benjamin when he asks bella "where have you seen one in action?" because being a freediver is 15% explaining to people what freediving is and then explaining to them over and over and over that no, you don't eat bubbles, and yes, i'm really holding my breath that long, no I don't always use [INSERT GEAR HERE usually monofin/longblades/ect] it depends on the discipline, yes there are multiple disciplines to compete in. bro it's EXHAUSTING