#honeybeed

[methdrip]

@honeybeed liked x for a starter !!

     Whoever she is, she seems utterly OUT OF PLACE on the stage of this bar. Her voice is smooth and sweet, a stark difference from the dingy ambiance of the bar -- the distinctly country TWANG of her too-big guitar filling Jesse’s head, drawing a smile to his lips that he can’t seem to get rid of. He hasn’t heard music like this in a LONG time. He’d forgotten what it was like to have a song really MOVE him -- make him FEEL something. The air seems lighter while she plays.

    When the song ends, Jesse’s at the foot of the stage while she begins to put away her guitar. “You have a GREAT voice, yo,” He tells her, SINCERELY, a small smile on his face. “Can I buy you a drink?”

[mixestapes]

( @honeybeed | sc. )

“how’s that working for you?”

[ilovemarvelocs]

@honeybeed MAN UR OC IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS MY MOM AND MY MOM IS HECKIN BEAUTIFUL LOVE U. CANON !!!!!!!!!! SHES CANON !!!!!!!!!! GIVE HER A KISS FROM ME

[crimeo]

                         despite her never arriving     ,     alexander always came to the diner and requested a booth for two------    him and lucy   ,     who he’d invite regardless of her never showing up    .    then he’d wait    ,     for hours    ,    never speaking or looking at anyone    ,    folding the napkins into doves and cranes    .   today was slightly different    ,    because just as the diner was nearing it’s close    ,     he could do with a coffee     .     ‘   a cup of plain coffee   ,     please    .   ‘     it would help him avoid sleep   .    /    @honeybeed

[thcenemy-a-blog]

           the apartment building wasn’t much to look at, both the outside and the inside could have used a fresh coat of paint, the floorboards needed replacing and the third story flight of stairs were dodgy enough to be worrisome while the elevator had a tendency to stall on the forth floor but it was cheap and close enough to public transport and a local deli that the landlord could get away with leaving any repair work to the last possible second. the man also didn’t mind that roman paid in cash or that he hadn’t given him an ID or social security number. as far as that man was concerned, as long as roman paid his rent on time and didn’t receive any complaints it didn’t matter who he was.

roman had settled well enough into his apartment, and shared casual smiles or words with his neighbors but rarely ventured out if not for work, which kept him up and out at odd enough times that there was really only one person that roman saw regularly.

        “ do  you  need  help  with  those? ”  roman asked, pointing at the paper bags of groceries sitting by the elevator doors.

@honeybeed for a plotted starter

[bloodinnocence-blog]

                                      ICY HUES NEVER LEFT THE EXOTIC DANCERS IN FRONT  OF  HER ,       the  way  they moved ,     the way they closed their eyes   &    allowed the music to    move    them.      she almost    admired     the courage they had to get up on stage.        focus was    S T O L E N    by the waitress delivering her  food ,    she  seemed  highly   stressed.         ❛          —   you look like you    need    a cigarette...    ❜       

                                                                                                  —     @honeybeed  !

[moralityblurred]

[ @honeybeed | cont. ]

.       he has to brace himself as she sways off balance and threatens to topple them both. it’s not the first time he’s seen someone so drunk ( or even so ADORABLY drunk ) seeing as how it is typically him who is serving them to get them there. ❝ here, ❞ he offers, sliding his phone from his pocket and dialing a cab company before handing it to her. ❝ use mine. number’s already up, just press the green button. and while we’re waiting, let’s get you some water, ‘kay? ❞

[pigwithpersonality]

@honeybeed​ liked this post for a holiday starter!

Everyone goes home for Christmas. 

Lucius is in between tours of duty and, honestly, he’d rather be back overseas than back on the farm with his old man. But here he is. He spends most of his time shacked up with his girlfriend, making up for lost time, but he goes back to the farm daily to help his father and Marcus, even though they don’t do anything but drink beer and complain about how he’s doing everything wrong (what, too good to clean up cow shit anymore?)

In good news: Marcus has always managed to get his hands on damn good weed. Medicinal, he called it, for all the aches and pains that came along with farm work. So after a while, he rolls a joint and then walks a little ways away, top of a hill--the hill, gets the best sunlight, great place to sit out and get a good view. Here, he sits, lights up, and tries to numb his brain a little. 

When he hears someone coming through the weeds, his bones automatically go rigid. Instinct. But then he sees who it is and...relaxes. All the farm kids around here...they all grew up knowing each other, one way or another. Small world, and even smaller world when all you knew how to talk about was cows. He always liked Rosie anyway; even Lucius, who wasn’t big on music, didn’t much mind hearing her sing.

“Hey,” he nods. Because he’s terrible at small talk--things like how are you? or good to see you! never leave his mouth. Instead, he offers the joint. “--Back home for Christmas?”