#zara larsson locks

[prplocks]

Please do Zara Larsson’s gaytimes photoshoot!!

<3

[iggypancakes17]

Just Dance Lore Prediction: You Love Who You Love by Zara Larsson

The detective was sent to try to find Eva Chase and put her in jail. But when they met, she fell in love instantly. Despite everyone telling her Eva was bad news, all her detective skills seemed to have been thrown out the window. Eventually she used her common sense, looked at the evidence, and broke it off. Now she is even more determined to put Eva in jail, but Eva is trying to tease her and drop little hints to let YLWYL’s guard down (such as making drawings of her beating the detective, writing down the pet name she used to call her, ‘Cherry Pie’, etc.). Will the detective successfully lock up Eva, or will they end up locking lips instead?

[simmerbeans]

What’s your lock screen, last picture taken, last song listened to and last movie you watched?

tw: pet loss (lock screen part)

Lock screen is my sweet angel baby Charlie who we had to put down last year.

Last picture taken is our baby Millie being so excited we are back home from being gone camping all weekend.

Last song listened to: Can’t Tame Her - Zara Larsson. Did a dance workout to it.. Yes i am wildly out of shape and am dead now. But will i probably do it again? Yes.

Last Movie: Yall i frankly cannot recall at all.. I don’t sit down and watch movies much.

thanks for the tag! @changingplumbob

wait.. lemme update real quick. now THIS is the last picture I took after posting this but i need to share.

You’re welcome.

[wouldvecouldveshouldve]

ZARA LARSSON HAS BEEN CRIMINALLY UNDERRATED FOR EYARS AND HAS BEEN KILLING THE POP GAME

WOW THE CAPITALS ARE ON TODAY, ARENT THEY?? I THINK YOURE ON CAPS LOCK MODE BESTIE

[fcrox]

The world's a battlefield. It always has been but they've taken it so much further. Further than anyone ever before. Someone has to stop them. I don't see why I can't help with that.

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BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Beatrice Anne Abbott

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Bea, Trice, Bee, Trix

AGE: Thirty

BIRTH DATE: February 17th, 1949

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

AFFILIATION: Neutral (at the moment), Order of the Phoenix (eventually)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Two layered/floor flat located at the Hogsmeade Station

OCCUPATION: Unspeakable (death and space chamber), Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Marnie (british shorthair), Ares (ural owl)

WAND: Vine wood with a unicorn hair core, 9 ¾ and supple flexibility

PATRONUS: Bloodhound

BOGGART: Being locked in a room that is on fire

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: chocolate, coffee and wild flowers with a sprinkle of something akin to gunpowder and smoke (from her work in the space chamber)

INSPIRATION

SONG: See you later by Jenna Raine, Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab, One Woman Army by Porcelain Black, Can't tame her by Zara Larsson, Team by Lorde, Dancing Queen by Abba

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: walks by the beach, footprints in the sand, the roaring of waves, the sound of a train pulling into the station, the scent of wildflowers, stars floating by, planets rushing, a broom polished to sparkle, a quaffle, music playing in another room, the first of snow falling, black ink on parchment,

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Mrs Abbott & Mr Abbott

SIBLINGS: Rosmerta Abbott (older sister). Anthony Abbott (younger brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Gryffindor

EXTRACURRICULAR: Astronomy Club, Gryffindor Quidditch team Chaser, Ancient Studies

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Magical Theory, Astronomy, Ancient Runes

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian

OTHER LANGUAGES: Ancient Runes (reading)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Reddish/Brown

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: wandless magic (decent, practicing), flying (decent), ancient runes (skilled), dueling (skilled), occlumency (decent, practicing)

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, dependable, determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: cynical, stubborn and impatient

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Beatrice Abbott was born as the second child of a loving family. From the very moment she opened her eyes there was noting but warmth. The Abbotts had been among the list of sacred twenty-eight once, but Bea was just another proof that their family had made the choice, taken a step away from the rigidness of society; or at least those within it. As such, even during her early years the values or kindness and sticking up for the right thing were made clear to her. It was a wonderful childhood, one in which the person she’d come to admire most wasn’t her parents but her older sister Rosmerta. Ros was a joy to be around and soon after they became three, graced with a younger brother, Anthony.

The trio, despite the years between them, got along well and had their fun moments. Beatrice became very protective of them and her family, knowing that no matter what she always wanted them safe and sound, happy and cared for. The Abbotts were spared their children from the forced classes the previous pureblood generations still had to go through, but Bea still fell in love with the idea of dancing and requested flying lessons long before their Hogwarts letters arrived.

Seeing Ros leave was a hard day, but it only meant that her day of leaving had come all the closer for it. And when that day came, the letter arrived, Beatrice couldn’t have been prouder and happier. She was ready for what she considered to be the journey of a lifetime. The hat wasted no time, calling out Gryffindor the moment it touched the head. It was a new home, a second home in which she found the joys of mischief and other things, making friends along the way.

Outside the walls the war was brewing, a slow simmer that kept growing further and further. By the time the tensions could be seen even within the castle Anthony had joined them, although within a different house. Bea was proud and the Abbott siblings reunited at last. It was also during that time she found her love for quidditch, joined the Gryffindor quidditch team as a chaser. Hogwarts was her home, despite how much she loved the home her parents provided. A home, away from home.

During fifth year, Beatrice was approached by Edgar Bones. And while at first, she played hard to get, claiming quidditch took too much time that answer didn’t fly for all too long and she accepted to go out with him. Not once did she regret the choice as Edgar made her feel things she’d never felt before. And then he graduated. For two whole years it was a mess of letters, but she was determined. In the absence of Edgar, she instead focused on her grades, worked hard to leave with excellent results and a chance to go wherever life would take her.

When graduation drew near, the witch had made up her mind. Despite everything that may have been pointing towards picking up quidditch, her true passion lay within the mysteries of another thing altogether. Beatrice had discovered her passion not just within sports, but her wish to know and her burning refusal to give up, stubborn as she was. A relative overheard her thoughts, the conversation with her parents and being an unspeakable themself recommended the Department of Mysteries to her.

It was as thought a whole other world opened. The Department of Mysteries was everything Bea had wanted, despite a lack of chance to discuss things outside of work and with others than those who shared the same Department. If anyone were to ask, she would simply tell them she’s trying to understand the joys in life. This couldn’t have been further from the truth as the witch worked within the Space and Death Chamber, fluttering between research and the need to understand the machinations of the universe.

The time after Hogwarts did not just come with the work at the ministry, no. She also came to see her sister happy and in a relationship that she had no doubt would eventually blossom into something beautiful; more so than it already had. Her and Edgar were going strong, equally. If she had to imagine her life with anyone, it would have been him. And then it all changed. Ros and Alastor split, her sister left behind with seemingly no reason. Both her need to protect as well as her own fears kicked in. Perhaps unfounded, but to see two people so strong come to such a harsh end out of nowhere? It left her worrying. It left her terrified that Edgar, despite how much she trusted him could do the same.

The day she approached him to talk, not her usual confident mess but instead a person she usually couldn’t be found looking like, the witch began to talk. Her words were a mess, the message equally confusing as she tried to explain to him that splitting would be rough. Whatever her words may have been, the fear having her fumble, the sudden agreement from Edgar shocked her to her core, left her speechless. There she was, trying to tell him about her being scared that he would leave her, only for him to leave her moments after in agreement to her words? Just what had she said to make it seem as though this was something she wanted? Things were over, just like that. Perhaps it was the ease in which he had agree that made her fears surface. That day she simply walked out.

For a while she kept her distance, only returning once she was sure that whatever emotions she still felt, whatever feelings she still held were pushed down far, far below. Only seeing Edgar would sometimes make the construct built wobble. Her entire focus was on her family and on work now, on her friends, both those from Hogwarts and after.

The years went by. The war raging on becoming bigger and bigger. No longer the low simmer it once had been, the fight is on. Now all she seeks is to join the Order of the Phoenix, wanting to be part of the fight and to bring whatever it was she had to the table. This was her new purpose; to help and fight and show those simple-minded fools what they were doing to the world.

[teganstable]

rwby cupids booth pt 18

Blood Magic (Salems pov)

Blood Magic (Ruby's pov)

Danger ‼️ but…. She’s into it.

Black Feather (Blakes pov)

Black Feather (Robyn's pov)

they give me communication error quickly corrected and then steady sea energy.

Canaries (Yangs pov)

Canaries (Robyn's pov)

for some reason I feel like Robyn has the potential to hit a lot of Yangs insecurities but I don't think they'd be unstable

Chasing Rainbows (Rubys pov)

Chasing Rainbows (Ilias pov)

cute fluffy gays once they get going.

Cocomotive (Cocos pov)

Cocomotive (Penny's pov)

Electro pop girlies is really how they feel to me

[mermaidinthecity]

Messy hair, wide eyes. Bored her self, symbolized. Yeah, she's a cocktail waitress. To work then home, that's all she knows. She lives alone. Turns off her phone. She locks her door. Draw the curtains, leave it all behind. A riddle, you can read it. She keeps it close, keeps it locked, locked up. She's living through a secret. The only thing that makes her feel alive. Alive, alive. Alive. Alive, alive.

Secret by Zara Larsson

[californiahq]

✧.* 𝑵𝑬𝑾 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑻 ┛ . . . you're officially an angeleno now, idalis ! welcome to los angeles, where the ocean meets the city, brunch is a religion and even traffic jams have their own instagram accounts. before you shine bright, take a peek at our checklist and send your account within the next 24 hours.

aslihan malbora as hazal kahveci .

aslihan malbora + she/her + cis woman  –  have you seen hazal kahveci around los angeles? the thirty year old is usually jamming to ruin my life by zara larsson. word around the city is that they’re confident, yet, they can also be snarky, but you didn’t hear that from me. they’re currently as socialite/designer and are typically seen walking the streets of los angeles with a hermes bag. when i think of them, i think of baby tees with silly sayings, long curly brown locks that hang down her back, the need to be seen and heard, wanting to prove herself . let’s hope the city treats them good! ( idalis )

wanted connection: one of zacarias sheperd's older sisters

[iconzandwallpapers]

can you please do zara larsson lock screens? Thank you!!!

Posted. Hope you like them 🌸

[prplocks]

Hello!!! Can you please do Zara larsson??? Thank you so much!!!

Here they are!! I hope you like it ❤❤

[lyrical-locks]

Zara Larsson - I Can't Fall in Love Without You

Requested by @hey-assbutt-its-kitara 🌺

Hope you like these 🌙🧡

[nexttimeemptytheclip]

i was tagged by @dragonturtle (thank you💛) to share my lock screen, the last song i listened to and the last photo i saved

tagging @nickmillerscaulk @querenaxx @inyoursheets @bourbon-ontherocks to do this if you want to!

[zaralarssonedits-blog]

she's slay

[astaroth1357]

MC Comes Running at the Demon Brothers for a Tackle Hug

Here's your daily dose of fluffy goodness. Nothing big, just somethin’ cute that I wanted to write real quick. May write an Undateables for this one. Brought to you by: Symphony-Clean Bandit & Zara Larsson for that extra sweetness.

Check out the Masterlist for more!

Lucifer

…… Do you have a death wish or just enjoy playing Russian Roulette with fate?

Smacking into Lucifer at top speed feels kind of like slamming into a thick tree trunk Looney Tunes-style. He grunts and gets pushed back a few inches but remains standing just fine.

At first, he keeps his arms half raised and hands very much off of them with an annoyed expression. He is not a hugger and definitely not going to be in the mood after an ambush...

“... Care to explain yourself?”

When the MC insists that they want a hug he considers just how much damage they’d be likely to sustain if he threw them off… then thinks better of it.

Sets an arm around their shoulders and gives their head a small, but affectionate, pat. They're not going to get much more than that from him, though.

Mammon

Jeez, are ya trying to kill him?? I mean, you can't. Not with a puny human body anyway, but still.

Boy has the reflexes of a cat so he already had his arms out to brace himself and catch them before they could barrel into him at full ramming speed. Good thing too, because they probably could have knocked him over otherwise.

He holds onto them tight, almost as tight as they are to him. Lucifer himself probably couldn’t separate them...

“H-hey MC, what the hell are ya thinkin’?? Can’t ya give me a warning or somethin’??”

Is acting mad, but secretly relishing that they’re so close to him and willing to show him that much affection.

Would LOVE IT if they did this in front of any of his brothers. See?? They actually like him too, damnit!!

Leviathan 

AAAAH!! GET OFF, GET Off, Get off, get off-... Oh wait, this is actually kind of nice…

Was just barely able to stay standing when they collided. Had to brace himself against a wall.

Freaked out and tried to pry their arms off of his midsection at first but stopped after slowly starting to realize that their touch wasn't going to burn him alive.

Turns into a blushing boi and hesitantly hugs back, he's stiff AF so it's a little awkward but he's trying.

"H-h-hey n-normie…! Warn m-me next time, o-okay??"

Whether they do or not, he'll never try to reject one of their hugs again.

Satan

Wanting a hug is one thing, but couldn’t it have waited until his arms were empty…?

The MC came running at him from behind and latched onto his back, arms locked firmly around his chest.

It's amazing he stayed standing, but the books in his hands end up on the ground…

His rising anger got cut off surprisingly quickly by their arms tightening. When they stated that they just wanted a hug from him, it went away completely. Just what kind of effect does this human have on him, anyway?

Pulls them off long enough to turn around and return their surprise embrace.

“If a hug is what you wanted, try coming from the front next time, okay?”

Asmodeus 

Babes, he's already running at you. Better slow down!

The two smack into each other, lock bodies together, and spin around until they both lose balance and fall over.

Better bet there will be kisses involved. Pecks for days over their cheeks, neck, forehead, really anywhere he can get his lips on. Man will not be outdone in the Overly Enthusiastic Affection department!

“Awwe MC! Are you really that happy to see moi?? Of course you’d be!”

Keeps them there for as long as he can. Doesn’t matter if they’re in public or not.

Would love for this to be a regular occurrence, heck, he’ll be running at them from now on anyway,

Beelzebub 

Pffft, a buffalo could probably charge Beel and he'd still stay standing. What exactly do you think you're going to do?

It's like ramming into a boulder, the dude is sturdy. He doesn’t even budge an inch.

“Huh? MC? ...Need something?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle when they sheepishly asked him for a hug back. How could he say no?

Wraps his arms around them and picks them up a good foot off the ground without any trouble. Boy is a snuggler and he’s going to enjoy every moment of this.

This becomes a regular habit of the two. No matter how fast they run, Beel can take it and dish out twice the amount of love they give right back.

Belphegor 

Congratulations, you have now just mowed over your first cowboy.

Wasn't expecting it at all and just woke up from a nap so his reflexes were shit-slow.

They both end up tumbling to the ground, smacking their heads together and he is NOT happy about the sudden head trauma.

"Gah! Hey… what's the big idea..??"

Locks his arms around them and pulls them close. It might seem like a hug, but actually it's a cage.

He has no intention of letting them back up until his head stops throbbing… or until he wakes up from his next nap. Whichever comes first. 😏

[missmeganlee]

Songs on My Young Royals Playlist pt. 19

"Young Royals in Spain but the S is Silent"

The vibes of this song is giving Simon trying to move past what happened in s1, but he just can't. A more bitter Simon than what I think we'll get in s2, but maybe he's just keeping it all locked up inside

Lyrics that remind me of Wilmon:

And I can see things Things I couldn't see

I hope you're sorry Can't find the words to say Hope you're always worried Worryin' 'bout me

I can't fall in love without you I can't fall in love without you So please don't fall in love without me

[mermaidinthecity]

When it's true love, when it's true love, whoa, ooh, I'll be the one, I'll be the one, I'll be the one to carry you home. Carry you home. When it hurts like you've crashed from above, when it hurts, hey yeah. Heal your broken bones, heal your broken bones when you can't move and your heart's still locked up, ooh. You rise, you rise, you rise, you rise, you rise, you rise. Sometimes you need someone to carry you home, sometimes, you need. When it hurts like you've crashed from above. When it's true love. I gave it all to someone who'd said, fire, run.

Carry You Home by Zara Larsson