your obedient servant

Harden Green, 31, owner of the Bellagio history seems to be so clumsy

[heckyeahdaveeddiggs]

I’m so tired of bein’ alone, I’m so tired of goin’ home Won’t you help me, won’t you help me? This ain’t healthy to be held to blame Once you help me, now you abandon me What you’re tellin’ me by not tellin’ me? Anything, anything I’d give anything if you’d say my name Don’t you play with me, it’s an emergency.

[brittany-murphy]

[tonychaves]

TONY CHAVES  ⇾ M O O D B O A R D S. {1/?}

ft. @ffsnicolas & @hardengreen

This is my family. 

              I found it all on my own.

It s little and broken. but still good.

                                                                   Yeah, still good.

[hardengreen]

☾

☾ - sleep headcanon

“Hi,” Harden said, sheepishly standing in his best friend’s doorway, “Can I sleep here?” He held up his fluffy pillow and blanket that were cradled in his arms; he was wearing a loose-fitting Panda onesie that’d he gotten forever ago. It’d been cold outside, so his feet were awkwardly pressed into a pair of winter boots--just to keep them from freezing. Vegas might’ve been hot during the day, but when night falls in the desert, it feels like Antarctica. 

Harden’s large brown eyes were heavy with sleep. It was late after all, maybe midnight? One in the morning? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he couldn’t sleep. Not in his new house; it was huge. Harden eventually added ten bedrooms (he got carried away, okay?) and several more that catered to specific types of activities--a movie room, a library, a study, etc. But as nice as it was in the daytime, it still felt too empty. Nico’s place seemed like a beacon of warmth, so there he was standing in his friends doorway in his pajamas looking like a helpless little kid. 

[hardengreen]

thomas-tommy-whiteshade:

“I’ve been in Vegas for two weeks now and I’ve still got no friends. gutting, right?” Tommy grimaced. “Two things; Can you point me in the nearest, best place to eat, and two; will you come with me?” He asked. “That’s how you make friends, innit?”

Harden nodded, “Yeah, that’s about right. Um, Secret Pizza is my personal favorite. Niche and kinda plain, but good slices nonetheless.” He started walking in the direction of the hidden food place; his athletic pants making the ‘woosh woosh’ noise as he went. 

[hardengreen]

i have like a shit ton of old memes that i forgot ab in my inbox,,, lemme answer those real quick,,,

[rocketcandycouture]

Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon for our muses/character(s).  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon ★ - sad headcanon ☆ - happy headcanon ☠ - angry/violent headcanon ✿ - Sex headcanon ■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon ♡ - romantic headcanon ♥ - family headcanon ☮ - friendship headcanon ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon ☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon ▼ - childhood headcanon ∇ -. old age/aging headcanon ♒ - cooking/food headcanon ☼ - appearance headcanon ൠ - random headcanon ◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[crazyexedits]

So, Gregory, we are on a date. Yes, we are.

[hardengreen]

lilahhawkins:

Lilah laughed gently, shrugging her shoulders. “ Probably a cocktail. How about a Sex on The Beach? ” she suggested with a friendly smile - wanting him to feel as comfortable as possible. “ Well, that seems like a strange business to be in if you’re not into all this. I’m sure you’ll loosen up after a drink or two. After all, this is one of the best clubs around here. Might as well enjoy it. ”

Harden took a deep breath and decided to get the hell over this whole shy shit--or well, at least try. He calmed himself and bit and smiled, “Yeah sure, that works.” He nodded with a sigh, “Yeah, it’s kinda like a long story, I guess. I just saw a business opportunity and I took it.” He glanced around the room for the person he was meeting, but didn’t spot them.

[hardengreen]

tonychaves:

“Everyone has their own ways of dealing with life, I ain’t judging here. Are you gonna make me watch this show next time Nico’s around? Because I’m starting to lose grip fn all the different universes and series and shows…” they teased. “Pharmacist?” the brunette smirked, raising an eyebrow towards the male “The man wants powder but can’t say the word dealer” Tony whispered only to herself and the other with a sly smirk.  They scrunched up their nose at the vaping reference, chuckling lightly “Seriously if you ever see me with someone who vapes shoot me in the head. I give you full permission” the mafia member raise a brow towards their friend’s direction before taking a deep breath “I know someone. He used to sell to me back in the days. I’m not saying he’s sunshine Barbie either but he’ll know better than to try and mess with you. He knows how things work around here from experience. I’ll give him a call” Tony finally promised, chewing their inner cheek. The nurse couldn’t help but worry when it came to Harden’s request. They knew it had to do with the Bellagio patrons and not himself, but still….

“Okay, okay,” Harden waved his hands, “We’ll wait until after I make you watch Steven Universe. It’s another cartoon, but it’s adorable. Completely distracting from the real world.” Harden smiled for a beat, then continued, “Well they did have a lame election episode, but I’m pretending that didn’t exist.” Harden blushed, “I just don’t like the word, christ.” Harden shook his head, “I’ll just get you some grade A ear plugs.” He nodded as they listened to the other, “Thank you, and don’t worry; now that I’m head I have a system going. Very intricate. Very secret. Too much on the line to tell anyone, but it can never be tracked back to me specifically, so we chillin.” It was true. Harden, being the friendly guy he was, made so many connections through the system over years he had bonds with powerful people. So he could afford to have a loyal system of people working for him.

[hardengreen]

gigibcnnett:

“Oh, hi Harden,” Gigi said almost completely relieved to see the tall man standing in front of her and offering a helping hand. One she would definitely take, because she didn’t even know whether or not she could push herself off the ground on her own. The its and bits of being Giorgiana Bennett and having the fortune of being able to trip on anything that was on the ground as long as she was not carefully watching her steps. As soon as she was up, after taking his hand, she dusted off her dress and cleared her throat. “I’m okay, I’m alive. Whenever I come here and don’t end up with books scattered all over the floor is some kind of miracle right?” She let out a nervous laughter, feeling her heart slamming against her chest and her cheeks flushing— she was embarrassed, of course she was. Who the hell liked to trip and fall in public places. “I just got way too many books on my hands, more than they could handle. Guess I’m lucky you’re here.” 

Harden smiled at the other’s assured safety, but felt a little awkward at the self-depreciating joke. He knew it was supposed to be funny, but he still felt bad. “I don’t think you’re that bad; I’m pretty sure that’s way more than I could handle,” he joked. He could tell she was embarrassed; it happened to him so often the signs became easy to spot. “Yeah,” he nodded jokingly, “I’d hate for you to fall twice or something.” He tried to lighten the mood.

[hardengreen]

wade-maddox:

Wade scoffed and shook his head, “No thanks.” It came out a little harshly despite that not being Wade’s intentions. He didn’t want to be in debt to anyone, that just wasn’t his thing, he felt better working alone. “No… Hospitals.” He said again, “I don’t like them, man.”

Harden lightly frowned; slightly upset that he couldn’t help the poor guy in anyway. “Oh,” he nodded, “That’s fine.” He reached a hand up and scratched his scalp, “Can I at least buy you a drink?” He hoped alcohol would at least ease the pain.

[kieletlanguage]

Isn’t it just plain hilarious when you read something in a foreign language and understand it then realise that you don’t even learn that language but you can decode the meaning based on your knowledge of other languages?

[hardengreen]

its-ezra-bitch:

God vegas was hot, like fucking sweltering. It was a long morning and his voice was horse, but he was determined to get an answer. Once the sun fell there would be time to party, but for now he needed answers. 

When he saw the stranger approaching from across the street he got excited. Maybe he was a friend or at least heard his name somewhere. Ezra stepped off his literal soapbox and greeted him with a smile. “What’s up man. you heard o-” He had to pause, the usual warm smile that graced his face fell. Complete and utter disbelief and confusion. 

“You? No.” His face broke out into a smile. “Come on stop fucking with me.” He patted the stranger on the arm, completely believing he’d been tricked. What a pair these two were. Besides their actual races, Ezra was abnormally tall, but a beanpole. He was also dressed in an 80′s band teeshirt, jeans, and flipflops. This guys, he was a high roller. What a suit.

“Did one of the casino’s put you up to this? Am I being too loud?”

Harden fell silent as he watched the man’s hand pat his shoulder. That was definitely not the reaction he’d expected when he revealed his identity. “I-I’m not messing with you and I’m not from a casino,” he awkwardly said, “I’m definitely Harden Green.”

He looked the man over for a second, wishing he was the one dressed casually instead of being buried under three layers of his business suit. He took that time to slide his jacket off his broad shoulders and hold it in his arms, at least now he didn’t feel like he’d keel over from heat stroke.

“Um, who are you? Have we met?” Harden pressed, still unsure of the entire situation.

[hardengreen]

@its-ezra-bitch

“Harden?”

The hotel owner looked up from his desk; he was looking over the plans for his new house, making sure the grand layout would feel warm and welcoming, instead of empty and cold like most McMansions did. He wondered what prompted the unexpected visit--all of the hotel’s desks were armed with phones that had his office’s number on speed-dial, just in case he needed to be reached. 

“Yes, Chris?” he responded, hoping the manager hadn’t come to him requesting a raise or something. He knew the staff thought he was a spineless pushover; they did when he was concierge and becoming owner didn’t alter their opinions of him much. 

The blond awkwardly stood in the doorway, seemingly trying to form a coherent thought. “I don’t have time for this,” Harden thought, gesturing for the man to hurry up with a wave of his hand.

“Well, sir, apparently there’s a man on the strip looking for you?” His voice raised at the end of his sentence, changing the statement to an unsure question. “He’s holding a sign with your name on it and shouting your name repeatedly?” 

Harden immediately rose from his chair and stated, “Show me.” He was convinced it was some prank Tony and Nico were pulling, because who else would do something so strange? 

After about ten minutes, Harden stood across the street from the wacko. They weren’t lying; it was a strange man holding an “I’M LOOKING FOR HARDEN GREEN SIGN”, while shouting at the poor civilians just trying to have a nice day. He’d never seen the man before and didn’t have a clue why he wanted to find him so bad. Harden shot an incredulous look at the manager before sending him back to the hotel with a nod; he was going to confront the man, even if it meant he might get murdered. But hey, he did have to admit it took determination to stand in one spot shouting all day--especially because it worked; whoever the man was, he had found who he was looking for. 

Briskly running across the street when the traffic was clear, he stopped in front of the stranger. “Uh,” he began, starting to sweat from anxiety through his nice navy suit, “I’m Harden Green. You’re looking for me?”

[hardengreen]

ohambrcse:

          “mhmm,” ambrose agreed with a smile. “it is.” a self-conscious hand reached up to smooth down his own disheveled hair, sliding down to subconsciously work at his tie. the best part of working in radio was also, occasionally, the worst part – appearance didn’t particularly matter. “i’ll have to take you up on that. i trust you to make it entertaining.”

“And this,” the elevator doors slid open, revealing a lavish room suited for a king, “is the Presidential Suite. Grandest room we have; comes complete with two bedrooms, a wet bar, a conference room, a jacuzzi, and fantastic VIP amenities. It’s huge.” Harden walked over to the wet bar and mini fridge, “Want a drink? Or a snack? It’s on the house, of course.”

[hardengreen]

lilahhawkins:

“ Oh - thank you! ” Lilah beamed, a sweet smile on her face as she gave him a once over. “ Can I get you a drink? Or a Xanax? You look like you could use it. ” she teased, the empty tray she was holding, clutched at her side. “ Is this your first time at a strip club or something? ”

He scratched his forehead and kept his eyes on the ground, “Um, n--” He stopped himself; he was never really a fan of drinking, but decided there was no harm in getting just a few drinks. “What do you have that tastes the least like alcohol? I don’t care how ‘fruity’ it is.” He glanced up and shook his head, “No, actually. I do a lot of business with a lot of strip club managers, so unfortunately, I drop by a lot. I’ve never gotten used to them though.” He offered the girl a weak smile.