lennon harlow

𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖌𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖖𝖘

[vamprefaggot]

i would rather say "i love you" too much than too little, yk? i would rather yell "i love you" across a parking lot at 8:40 pm than to quietly go home, i would rather scream at my friends that "i love you" before i turn a corner, i would rather live in a world where my friends yell "i love you" back at the top of their lungs because life is so insufferably long but its also so so so short and i just. i would rather tell my people that i love them a ridiculous amount than have them not know,

yk?

[kasbreker]

[harlowtm]

delilahsfm‌:

        “ WHAT’S THE PROBLEM, BABY ? “   delilah leans against the desk she’s working on, about two minutes away from taking a seat right on top of it.  she eyes the papers lennon’s shuffling around.   “ why are we grieving ?   nobody’s died for months. “   except maybe that brotherhood fellow, but it’s not like he didn’t ASK for it.

      “people do shitty things   ---   i don’t know   WHY   they do it,   but i know   I’VE   been guilty of some shitty things and i’d hate to   DIE   for it,   so i’m trying not to judge anyone,”   she tells delilah,   and as the words come out of her mouth she’s second guessing them.   she drops the pen and the paper to the table and buries her face in her hands.   “i’m not siding with the bad guy,  i...   i haven’t gotten a proper eight hours in a while.   i don’t function properly without beauty sleep.”

[harlowtm]

naomipkx‌:

It was strange that professors weren’t being more lenient about schoolwork with their students. Many of them were freeing for their lives, why continue to give them work? She would never do that to her students, though, she wasn’t an actual teacher when back home. Just a simple instructor. “Hey hun,” Naomi said, once spotting a very troubled Lennon. “It’s alright. Do you want me to talk to your professors? I’m sure they’ll listen and be understanding.”

     because the old-lennon would have jumped at the opportunity,   the blonde begins wondering when this new-lennon appeared,   the kind that does   NOT   jump at the opportunity.   “no,”   she says,   only because she needs to get it out before changing her mind.   she sucks in a deep breath,   runs a hand through her hair.   it’s gonna be a long night.   she allows herself to embody empathy because naomi feels like a safety net and she can handle this as long as it’s safe.   “a lot of people have it worse than me...”   lennon admits.   “it wouldn’t be right.   ---   thank you,   though.   for the offer.   for looking out for me.   ---   no one’s...   no one’s ever done that before,”   she says,   admitting things left and right apparently.   maybe school would’ve been different for her growing up if she had someone like naomi on her side.   she leans forward now,   drops her pen from her hand,  narrows her eyes like she’s been  WAITING  for the right moment,   the right person to mention this to.   “it is   WEIRD   though,   right?   that finals are still happening like it’s no big deal?”

[harlowtm]

rainafms‌:

     raina sees the girl out of the corner of her eye, and her actual destination is long gone as she realizes the blonde is overwhelmed about something. “hey, hey,” she says, carefully approaching her with a calming smile. “it’s alright,” raina tells her, setting down her own things. “what are you working on? maybe i can help.”

      lennon pushes hair back out of her face,   takes a breath,   tries to compose herself in the sight of...   well anyone.   lennon had to be composed in the face of anyone.   as far as “anyone” goes,   raina certainly fell under the category.   “no,   no.   i’m sure i’ll   ---   i’ll get the hang of it,” she says,   less convincingly than the times she’d said “i didn’t take it!” in regards to something she’d stolen.   oh,   how the times had changed.

[harlowtm]

      the blonde is blatantly   FRANTIC.   she is shuffling through papers for something that is seemingly not there,   but she goes through it again and again like maybe her fingertips will utilize the magic she doesn’t know they have to make it appear.   “how the hell do they want this all done by tomorrow?   don’t they know students are   GRIEVING?”   she asks like maybe she’s one of them,   but any grieving that comes from the blonde is on her own terms,   her own relationships,   and avoiding empathy like the plague because it would consume her if she let it.   //   @gallagherstart​

[harlowtm]

nxcture‌:

♦♦♦♦—— DESPITE the chill outside, the sun seemed to make its presence known in the early morning hours regardless of its uselessness to create warmth. Casting a matte light over the library parquet, Heath’s concentration was caught by the specks of dust floating through the silent beams it created. The text on his lap had long passed his interest, but Heath was persistent to finish the dull passages before heading to his class. Something on percision shooting with diagrams of calculations one was supposed to visualize at the moment a trigger was pulled. ‘Nonsense’ he thought. The Scotsman had been shooting pheasant since he was a lad and neither his late father, nor the gameskeeper had ever wasted the vluvable moments before taking a shot to draw out a diagram in their head. A eerie chill ran down the blonde’s spine. He hated the flashes of memeory that sometimes came unwelcomed. They distracted him…made him feel, and he knew how dangerous that was. But he read on, his concentrations slowly returning to the pale pages of block print. Yet, a distraction came  once more–a shadowed figure leaning through the stacks with a smile of familiarity. Heath had little time to engage with the person but he would sacrifice a moment to know what they were doing in HIS corner of the library in the early hours of the morning. He raised his eyes as a painter’s brush from a finished masterpiece. “It figures I would see you out, I was just thinking about you…” he said softly. A smile as if the shadowed presence was one he was waiting for all morning. 

   the words that fill the empty space in the air makes lennon think that he’s seeing wrong,   that the words are meant for no one but her.   after all,   she doesn’t expect anyone to be thinking about her when there’s gallagher drama at hand.   as flattering as it is and as much as she needs said flattery like air,   she thwarts it.   “alright,   scottsman,   you know what i like to hear,   i’ll give you that.   but it’s   not   necessary.   not with everything going on.   ---   though once it’s over i’d   FOR SURE   like to get back to this;    giving me a warm hug with your words and whatnot.”

[harlowtm]

ofzeros‌:

“I DIDN’T MEAN IT THAT WAY, IT JUST came out wrong. that happens a lot, shit.” he tries to backtrack, he doesn’t want trouble but it’s like he can’t control his mouth at all.

@gallagherstart​

     “look, i get it. i totally get it, but people are   SUPER   sensitive right now. something to kinda think about before... ya know   ---   word vomiting.”

[lovfawn]

i may be a romantic but i’m not hopeless.. love is in everything and that’s just the truth

[insporp]

[c]

[harlowtm]

cadenlucca‌:

         WEARING WHITE TO BEAT UP CECIL WAS A POOR IDEA.  caden only realizes that now, as he’s furiously scrubbing the blood stains out of his crisp white uniform shirt in the sink of the common room. he’d originally tried getting it out in his own bathroom, but he didn’t own any actual cleaning products – go figure.  leaving the shirt in the sink to soak, caden goes into the cabinet beneath the sink to grab some bleach ;   when he stands upright once more, someone’s standing beside him.   “ is cleaning with bleach SAFE ?   i thought it burns skin, “   he ponders aloud, though he’s already pouring it all over his top.   “ i can’t lose this shirt, man.  i’m already down to a dangerously low number of acceptable shirts to wear, and we’re NEVER getting out of this place to go shopping at this point. “   //   @gallagherstart​

       a laugh escapes lips, but the smile has no permanent fix on her expression. he’s alive and well! it should offer more solace than it does. there have been no trips to his room, no intimate exchanges between the two physical or otherwise, but she thinks of him from time to time when she allows the feelings to seep into her quiet heart. now that she’s with him, lennon swallows a lump in her throat and takes the clothing from him, beginning to scrub. she doesn’t realize it when she’s been scrubbing for a bit, hands going raw, tears forming in her eyes like the aggression is new, only now realized for the first time, unable to share the fear she had for his life or why she cares in the first place.

[amazingmargotrobbie]

Margot Robbie for Richard Mille by Dennis Leupold.

[mariodaymiller]

[harlowtm]

@cadenlucca, probably

[harlowtm]

lucefrs‌:

       lennon’s not so easy to scoff away, as much as she’d like to convince herself she is. first glances turn into a poring stare, voraciously reading her to see whether she means it, and if she does, whether she’d act on it. her breath hitches, and it’s a bit like having the hiccups, the pinpricked shocks to the system that she can never get used to. defunct, that must be it, and she chews at her lips as though it will curb her appetite. defunct like a toy robot that doesn’t know when to quit it, greedy for love that doesn’t last. her eyes flutter shut, though her arms hang by her side, limp as if kept in line by a metaphorical strait jacket. closer, and closer still, the tip of her nose touches hers. if she doesn’t see what she’s doing, it doesn’t count. ‘   are you sure ?   ’ she asks, the corner of her lips tugs ever so slightly. maybe it’s not so much the idea of being watched, but one of looking, to be sought out is far more romantic than being stumbled upon. ‘   they say you get attached to the person who takes your virginity. i might just fall in love with you.   ’ she likes to entertain the notion, that she could be that person, for her - though as if being punished for hoping, her stomach flips at the thought that maybe she doesn’t want to be full of love, maybe she just needs to be full.

      the question takes lennon off guard because while both blondes require consent, luce is not one to SECOND GUESS and something about it feels... soft. it’s softness that lennon needs, craves, desires. and while SOFT is not the first word one uses to describe luce frear, lennon has touched her before, knows her supple lips, the sweet smell of her skin that matches the velvety-ness reminiscent of her bath and body works days a lifetime ago. warnings of love, puppy-sized or otherwise, do not make lennon’s blue eyes falter. instead lennon’s eyes close and she takes in that same sweetness like candles wafting out of a storefront and tickling her nose, but it’s just luce. luce who is talking about love to lennon who loves love and while lennon does not yet close the gap, her voice begins to: “we can deal with that when we get to it.”

[harlowtm]

maiacurfman‌:

Maia glanced at the other, raising an eyebrow at her curiously. “You don’t know about the hookup hallway?” she asked, laughing softly under her breath. It wasn’t like it was a secret. “Where the heck are you bringing your dates to get some peace and quiet?” she teased. Placing a hand on her palm, she paused, but then jokingly continued. “You trying to get me to take you there?” 

      a laugh bubbles at the blonde’s lips because even though that had NOT been trying to get taken to a hookup hallway, OF COURSE she is in the predicament of being understood in such a manner. it is becoming comical how much things aren’t going her way lately, so she laughs, says, “SURE, why the hell not?”

[harlowtm]

casiraghis‌:

he adores her. that much will never change. the shame is one he wears poorly. it comes in the form of a cold and uninviting gaze, deigning to turn around and acknowledge her. he cannot forgive and he will not. 

at her question, nico scoffs harshly as if the ice that escapes him could freeze her words from echoing inside his brain, burning inside his skill. how delusional of her to call him by a name that used to make him melt. it only incites anger. she represents every weakness a casiraghi should never have and only he was the fool for thinking it would make him stronger. it did, but the price was too grand for him to ever accept it.

“ good question, amore mio. ” the bitterness seeps into his voice like poison. 

georgina had left due to many reasons, one of them being his dedication to his family. these were lessons learned leading up to the moment he met lennon. so, when a second chance presented it self, he gave everything up for her, which only ended in the same way, except this time he was left with nothing. 

being sent to gallagher is a punishment he believes is well deserved. he’d done it all for love, but it hadn’t been enough. so when she asks him what he’s doing here, he hopes that the realisation of his business trips all having been a lie hurts as much as it did as when he came back to an empty house. 

“ the reason i’m here is standing right in front of me. ” nico leaves enough room for a dangerous assumption, that he’s here to get her back when in truth the only thing he wants to get back is his pride. he’s here because he chose her over family. he won’t be making the same mistake again. 

“ this..? ” he makes a circular motion with his finger. “ you left italy for… this. ”

      when the only person lennon’s ever been in love with is standing before her, she can’t help but notice the distance between them. leaving the way she did meant that she never had to face the reality of being apart. the two never had a proper break up, just stopped living together, seeing one another, talking to each other and existing on the same plane altogether. for all intent and purposes, weren’t they TECHNICALLY still together? but it’s all a rouse she makes up in her mind, one she wishes to be true because the sight of him makes her heart drop and rethink the decision more than she’s ever allowed herself to. it’s an ideation made up of hope and of butterflies reinbahiting her stomach like she’s relearning nico casiraghi from scratch --- except that’s not how he looked at her when she did. she hates that he’s not looking at her like the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, one he has to have, one he’d court consistently until she finally agreed to try out the whole love thing and leave the guy who had escorted her to italy. it was a good look. it was a look that did exactly that. a look that made her risk everything for an italian man that hated everything american --- until her. 

       she sucks in a deep breath of air because he uses words of adoration like a weapon and she’s taken the blow to her chest. furrowed brows break up the softened look on her face and she’s confused about what on earth he could possibly mean when he says that SHE is the reason he is at gallagher. "what?” she asks in reaction, but the question is cut short, the millions of other questions popping into her mind being short circuited to have to defend herself and seemingly bad decision making.

       if there is one thing the pair have in common it is TASTE. lennon has no casiraghi school to compare it to, and she certainly didn’t WANT to be there, but sure, she’d allowed gallagher’s charm to satiate her until graduation. "this...” lennon repeats, and it takes a moment for her to catch onto what he means because she doesn’t remember leaving him for anything other than wanting him to chase after her, do better, fight for her, fix things. GALLAGHER, she realizes is what causes such disdain and surprise from him. “this?” lennon repeats once more, though this time as a question, incredulous toward the accusation. “nicky, no,” she says quickly, but then she stops short, not explaining herself or her truth because she’s having her own realization. “wait --- THIS is the business you were away on all the time? SPY business?”

[harlowtm]

ofloudvoices‌:

“You were trying to be cute? With using my kindness against me?” he asked and laughed out loud, shaking his head. “That’s the thing. You think everyone will fall to their knees the second you say their name or give them a single glance. And that couldn’t be the furthest from the truth” he added and shrugged. “Why not just talk to that guy of yours as a normal, mature adult instead of running around hurting him? Because shocker! People have emotions. Even though some refuse to show it” walking away from the door, making it accessible for the blonde, he moved to sit down on his bed. Because truth be told, this entire conversation was draining him. He would get such a bad headache, he just knew it. 

Rubbing his hands together, he calmed himself down. Because at the end of the day she’s not worth getting angry over. She was a great friend, he couldn’t deny that. But he knew that everyone had sides of themselves that weren’t pretty. He did, oh lord did he have nasty personality traits. But the thing was that he tried to hide them. “Are you really complaining about me not falling for your so called charm?” he asked, eyes growing wide as he looked at her again. “Are you fucking serious right now, Lennon? Oh boo fucking hoo. I didn’t fall for superficial charm that you put on to get what you wanted” he once again rolled his eyes. Some of the words that left her mouth truly amused him. 

“Ask. Have you ever tried to ask for something and not be all shady about it? Have you ever once tried to take into account that the answer no could be on the table?” he wanted this conversation to just end. He wanted to be left alone, to be honest. Everything about this encounter ticked him off. And he knew that he would either need to go to the gym or talk to Raina to come down from the anger he felt.

      the more angry clem got, the more he scared her, the more he put her down, the more she became RESILIENT, prepared to fight for herself the way gallagher had prepared her to do. it isn’t until the end of his little rant, past all the fuck’s and the are you serious and onto the ASK. because ask is exactly what she did. she asked what she asked and she asked for what she wanted without walking her way around it. she didn’t beat around the bush. she flat out asked. SURE, she asked it LIGHTHEARTEDLY, but shouldn’t that make it even easier for clem to say “no” and move on with it? and does she really need a friend that yells at her? or makes her feel bad about herself? or that knows who she is, but suddenly has a problem with it? the truth, she decides, is that she does not.

       “OKAY, soooo i actually thought you were going to hit me and yet... i STILL apologized for upsetting you. but sure, let’s pretend i’m the shitty friend,” the blonde says, a fire igniting within her, though her physical embodiment remains mostly calm as if it’s all slowly starting to unravel in her head and she realizes how absolutely ridiculous the situation is. “i’m DONE apologizing to you, clement. okay? GREAT. so firstly, fuck you --- for the MOST ABUSIVE conversation of my entire life. i don’t care if my being myself rubs you the wrong fucking way or if you’re scared of a physical altercation that you’ve literally conjured up in your own head like a lunatic --- you do not get to yell at me, you do not get to trap me in here, you do not get to swear at me! forget i ever asked you for a favor and do yourself one: work out your own shit. or --- you know what? don’t. i don’t care. --- but if you so much as LOOK at another woman the way you just looked at me i will have your balls in a jar on my mantlepiece at christmas.” and before he can use the twelve inches he has on her to intimidate, frighten or terrorize her all over again, she’s walks out, the door slamming loudly behind her.