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leighllbealright.bsky.social
Leigh 🫢👋
@leighllbealright.bsky.social
"Should we just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what we can find?"

Reader, Writer, Yapper, Genx
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https://archiveofourown.org/users/leighllbealright
December 4, 2025 at 6:12 AM
“I got legs, Lou. Legs for daaaaayyys.” He shakes his hips wantonly. “Legs,” he stomps. “For,” he stomps again. “Days!” He pushes off the handle of the cart until his feet lift off the floor, swinging them backwards and forwards. “And I’m fast! Suuuuuper fast!”
November 27, 2025 at 3:00 PM
November 26, 2025 at 4:43 AM
The Aquarian inability to not lose the AirPods.
November 21, 2025 at 4:43 AM
Ummmm … Keri @larrysmomfics.bsky.social tagged me. I’m finally writing a little bit. Here’s a teeny tiny unbeta’d piece from the as of yet untitled silent retreat fic, and let this serve as a bit of accountability that I’ll one day finish it.
November 19, 2025 at 5:35 AM
And with its arrival, the gc loses its mind….
November 17, 2025 at 9:37 PM
November 15, 2025 at 3:32 PM
Should prolly start a Tales from Trader Joe’s series atp, but today I saw an elderly woman in a ankle length velvet cape with torn crocheted trim and I texted @larrysmomfics.bsky.social bc it felt so super witchy, but then I got the mystery bag box and ended up with this?!🪄🔮🧹🍋🌻
November 9, 2025 at 6:34 PM
November 4, 2025 at 5:13 PM
When my irl life starts to poke me in the face to remind me about my fanfic writing life…😹
November 4, 2025 at 3:12 AM
November 2, 2025 at 4:22 AM
OH AND ALSO! It’s finally Pumpkin Pancake Mix season again and nothing says “sorry, I love you, but I can’t say it out loud because I’m an idiot” than an anonymous gift of enough pancake mix to last until March.
October 26, 2025 at 11:45 PM
Every once in a while a weird thing happens to me and today it was this vintage mustang parked next to me at Trader Joe’s with a “Jarvis is my co-pilot” AND “do you know who you are?” stickers on it, that had me doing my best “Niall?! MY Niall?” Louis Tomlinson impression.
October 26, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Mummrry reminding everyone that we are only at the mall to buy socks, and we are not — no, we are NOT — going to ride the choo-choo train, so DO NOT EVEN ASK.
October 24, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Sorry to break your heart with this…
October 23, 2025 at 10:44 PM
Gemma, her flowers, and how their good hearts matter.
October 23, 2025 at 3:42 PM
October 23, 2025 at 3:35 AM
Definitely not one of Harry’s glamour shots, but she’ll be in the story for sure…
October 22, 2025 at 5:37 AM
Am I…excited to write for the first time in 3 months?

My @1dsasfest.bsky.social prompt, slightly altered:
“Harry donates his time taking glam shots of cats & kittens at his local shelter. Meanwhile Louis is looking for a new friend. What happens when the cat distribution system goes awry?”
October 21, 2025 at 3:18 AM
October 20, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Bunch a married weirdos
October 13, 2025 at 4:39 PM
Someone’s clearly been reading Teacher Harry’s Early Childhood Education books, haven’t they?
October 12, 2025 at 5:42 PM
October 11, 2025 at 6:27 PM
This got posted to the gc today, and all of a sudden, like a thunder crack in my ear, I was on the sidelines of a children’s footie game in the park, eavesdropping on some old friends…

“Ope!” Gemma exclaims, her hand flying up to cover her eyes. “Niall’s getting nakey!”

(Cont’d)⬇️
October 10, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Hm. Maybe both? At this point, when I thought of Louis. I was really thinking of the lyrics to Home, esp this part (below). He’d only known one way of being. He needs to learn another: how to live in possibility, vulnerability. That’s what hurts. And for Lou rn, it hurts more than alone does.
October 9, 2025 at 1:05 PM