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rhodestozoe·:

did she care if she was causing a scene? no. did she care if others might overhear their conversation? no. if anything, seeing banks beginning to look uncomfortable being here made her feel all the more smug. good. he deserves it. why should she be the only one to feel like an awful human being over what happened? tilting her head innocently, she answered his question with another question, “who else could i possibly be talking about, banks?”

“i don’t know but you seem a little too passionate for you to still be talking about two people you don’t know,” he shrugged. “plus, you don’t even like political figures.” his hands still dug into his pants pockets as he took a step closer to the smaller brunette. “if you have something you want to say...just say it.” he told her, a perfect case of banks pushing someone when what he really wanted was for things to die down but something in him just doesn’t quite allow for it - call it his ego or a destructive trait, perhaps.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. zoe )

tituscaley·:

··“you think that might help? i’m down for adventures.” titus smiled. the hacker might look like glamorous trash this day and his friend a even more deluxe version of it with diamonds sprinkled on top. “blasphemous saaleshmous hesmoush.” sniffing at the other when scrunching nose up as if it was toxic. “well you look extra handsome if i may say so. something so glowly about you this morning.”

“it might,” he shrugged. “just promise you wont make the voodoo doll after me?” banks’ brows raised at the very thought of someone having total control over him. it was a thought he immediately wanted to escape his brain. “you may not.” taking another gulp of his coffee before piping back up. “you stole the very compliment i was about to throw your way,” shaking his head slightly as if titus had just committed a crime. there friendship had always been something out of a well inspired bromantic comedy. titus was one of the few people on campus banks never got sick of. “are you trying to tell me i look sweaty, ti?” banks chuckled, giving his friend a playful nudge.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. titus )

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ʿ ＊♝ — ft. aurora .ʾ

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rorymassad·:

her infectious grin further widened at the sound of bank’s choice soundtrack, not surprised one bit as she bobbed her head to the song she’d heard countless times thanks to her beau. they’d been dating for a few years now and she was 1000% certain she could never get tired of his kiss, the way their lips perfectly meshed together as if they were uniquely crafted for one another. rory tilted her cheek against his hand momentarily before peeking her head up, “you smell good.” with a smirk, she buried her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling in her favorite scent before placing a soft kiss against his pulse, “my favorite.” at his question she gave a nod of her head, “i was…well i was trying to. had inspiration for like…10 minutes before i lost it.” she reached up to snake a hand up the back of his neck, slender fingers gently massaging his scalp as they tangled within his soft locks, “you know you’re my greatest distraction, love. can’t keep my hands to myself…” which was true, though she cocked a brow, bright orbs eyeing him, “though YOU’RE also my greatest muse so maybe you’re right, i should have called you. what were you up to last night, babe?”

“natural musk, babygirl,” he joked, it was actually tom ford which was incredibly on the nose for banks. teeth raking over his bottom lip as she continued on about his scent. trying to keep his attention on the road as much as possible but as she would soon touch on his greatest distraction was any pretty little thing’s her touch. with rory’s hands all over him it was almost impossible for him to care all too much about the yield sign he’d just zipped past. “you lost it?” his brows quirked upward, he understood the frustration of having a spark of inspiration and as you work through it, it just slowly but surely begins to fizzle out. although he was lucky he hadn’t dealt with such an issue in some time. “what if we made a rule?” he proposed, a sinister look playing on the males features. no idea coming from banks harrington was good or pure. ever. “next time you have a shot of inspiration, call me, no touching allowed until you’ve finished the entire kick.” he tells her, omitting the consequences of breaking the rules purposely, the grin on his face said it all. “last night?” he asked, his tone changing just slightly. his eyes averting to what was in front of him on the road, the perfect excuse for not looking his girlfriend in the eyes in that very moment — there was a road to pay attention to, for the safety of them and everyone else in the vicinity. “grabbed a couple drinks with the guys — then went home.” glancing over at rory, his hand moving from the shift back to her thigh, as his thumb pressed gently against her soft skin. "this dress look good on you, by the way,” he smiled, his index and thumb sandwiching the fabric together briefly before his hand moved back to the shift as he came to a red light.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. aurora )

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holystm·:

warm orbs entangled within darkness lighten by silver flecks , a toothless smile brushing across pink lips .. she was sun kissed skin dipped in shadowed grass .. the small strands of grass tickling her legs as she laid quietly and her breathing being the only feature to the melody of the wind. star gazing had not been her final destination . in fact , she had planned to lose herself in her journal . allowing the scenery of the sunset that sat before her to lead her into a state of inspiration … help the flow of the lyrics that came out of her mouth and from her hand .. but somehow someway she got lost in her own dreams , and her own world . and before she could even tell herself to get it together, the golden hour had passed and what was left seemed to be too peaceful, too pretty to pull herself from it . no matter how much she reminded herself of all the other work she had to get out of the way ― snapping sound of branches tapped azura on the shoulder … sending her eyes flickering and her head tilting . in any normal circumstances the idea of footsteps in the darkness of the night alone was almost a nightmare come true .. and while for a split second even azura imaged a masked murder revealing himself in the moonlight , the features of a familiar face soon dismissed those thoughts .. “ what are you doing sneaking up on people like that ? “ she questioned, “ you know, you could have really given me a heart attack .. or even worse ! what if i got up and like decked you or something ? i grew up with a brother you know ? my hits are dangerous ! “ she stated, a few giggles escaping her lips.

hands shoved in his pants pockets as he wandered through campus. it had become something of a routine for him. it was just late enough to where most were inside doing their own things, which allowed for banks to have some much needed alone time , something he wasn’t often awarded during the day. some would say that was one of the perks that came with being ‘ mr. popular ’ – never being lonely – but banks knew first hand the amount of people around you didn’t mean a damn thing at the end of the day. “better question is what’re you doing laid out waiting for bellecotte’s ted bundy to come an scoop you up?” he threw the line of questioning back at her as he found a spot beside his fellow apollo house member. “i’ve been known to be able to take a punch, if the guy at the bar last weekend didn’t do much damage i think i’m safe with you,” he chuckled, before his gaze lifted up at the sky, azura was previously enthralled in.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. azura )

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ʿ ＊♝ — ft. aurora .ʾ

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rorymassad·:

SHE’D BEEN UP MOST OF THE NIGHT, struck by inspiration for a new screenplay at an ungodly hour and it was honestly out of her control. some nights it was like this, where she stayed up into the wee hours of morning either writing or reading, finding that sleep was a rarity that she most certainly didn’t get enough of. truth be told, her sleep had gotten worse since she’d found out about banks’ affair with zoe but they didn’t talk about that. and any slight anxieties evaporated when she heard the ping of her phone, bright orbs lighting up as they peered down at the screen, a smile that was reserved solely for banks preying onto pink lips. she was still whipped. if anyone could pull off a few hours of sleep it was rory, still looking bright and energized as she tamed her long, golden locks that sprawled effortlessly upon seemingly permanently sunkissed shoulders. today’s morning anthem was queen’s don’t stop me now, boogie-ing to the legendary freddie mercury as she stepped into a short sun dress that left little to the imagination and made her already endless looking legs seem LONGER. she applied bank’s favorite lip gloss to plump lips ( that one that tasted like strawberries ) before making her way down the stairs and out the door. rory drew attention, she KNEW she did, feeling the eyes of frat boys upon her as they paraded their walk of shame home. she yanked the door open and jumped into her designated throne, leaning forward to capture her boyfriend’s lips within her own as a manicured hand squeezed his thigh, “hi, babe.” rory whispered against his lips, swallowing thickly as a part of her wondered if she was unknowingly tasting another girl without even realizing it but like ALWAYS she shoved that uncertainty down.

sat back ever so slightly as panic at the discos hey look ma, i made it echoed throughout his vehicle. hearing the passenger door open, he was pulled from the musical trance he apparently had fallen into. turning the radio down slightly so that the music playing turned into background noise. his brown orbs landing on the girl who held so much beauty she herself could’ve easily been a mythological greek goddess. “mmm,” he hummed into the kiss, making a mental note that she was wearing his favorite lip gloss of hers. thumbing her cheek gently as he pulled away and gave his girlfriend a smile. “hi beautiful” his words slightly muffled as he planted a kiss on her cheek before sitting back a little more. his hand finding it’s usual place on her thigh, “were you writing last night?” he asked although he was already sure of the answer before she could even give it. as of recent banks was able to tell when she was tired and hadn’t received the best night of sleep almost immediately. popping the clutch and putting the car in drive, he started down the road, en route to their destination. “why didn’t you call me?” he asked, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to look at rory.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. aurora )#omg no it was great boo

skyeshq·:

“if you try and hand me a flyer, i swear to god i’ll punch you in the fucking face,” skye said, dumping the previous one she had been forcefully given. “i fucking hate the start of school. i can’t even walk one step to the library without someone trying to force me into some dumb club or sports team. i’m not interested.”

the corners of his lips curved upwards at the sound of skye complaining about yet another thing. "what if i give you an anti-club propaganda flyer?” he teased. his eyes looking over the flyer she’d just dumped a cheerleading try-outs flyer . “no cheerleading for you, huh?” banks picked up the flyer, handing it back over to her. “i could definitely see you on the team,” or more so he would love to see her in the uniform. what male with a pulse did love a cheerleading uniform?

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. skye )

rhodestozoe·:

“it’s zoe,” correcting him. jerks who made her cry don’t get to call her zo. of course he would think that. rolling her eyes, she scoffed, “ya? i’m sure he didn’t completely cut her out after like some coward, when he was the one who fucked up and made her feel like shit.” for someone who didn’t know much about politics or the obamas, she was sounding particularly riled up…

a short nod followed by banks rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced around at their surroundings. “are you still talking about the obamas here?” his voice was much lower than hers which was purposeful, hoping he could somehow get her to come down in octave subconsciously. banks wasn’t much of an arguer to begin with but the addition of prying eyes made him all the more unlikely to match zoe’s energy in this moment.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. zoe )

emsbrooks·:

“ one day, there is going to be a generation that will actually wish to be born in our time. like how some people now wish to be born in the 80’s and shit, soon kids are gonna wish they were born in 2019 and be listening to the jonas brothers and taylor swift for the first time. how freaky is that ?? “

banks had always been a fan of the 90s, himself. so it was easy for him to understand the wish to grow up in a particular era. “if they want to be born in 2019 because they listen to the jonas brothers and taylor swift they might be thoroughly disappointed.” with a slight shake of his head, he shot the blonde a brief smile before his gaze slightly averted from her.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. emily )

rhodestozoe·:

her attention was suddenly pulled from the brochure in front of her to whoever just grabbed her favourite pen from her hand. “hey -,” she began to say, only to be interrupted by a face full of pink fuzz. giggling at the light tickling sensation, zoe continued, “excuse you.” but upon seeing who the pen thief was, her giggle immediately halted, as her expression fell. banks. what the hell did he want? reaching out to grab her pen back, the girl snapped, “that was rude.” as was breaking her heart. “maybe i wanna be. at least obama doesn’t lie to her.”

the small uptick of a smirk dropped as her giggle came to a halt. slipping his hands into his pants pockets once she retrieved her pen from his hand. “i was a joke, zo” his voice laced with an apologetic and yet deflated tone . his brow perked up slightly at her comment. “they’ve been together for years...i’m sure he’s lied to her once or twice.” his gaze drifting away slightly, mentally questioning why he’d chosen now to approach zoe.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. zoe )

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#( BANKS | tell em what they wanna hear )

jfcbabs·:

she exhales a cloud of smoke before letting herself fall back onto the grass. the joint rests between her fingers, the other hand clutching onto a pack of cigarettes. “did you know..” she begins, gaze never leaving the paper box. “that winstons were originally handcrafted by.. the british prime minister, winston churchill himself, as.. a nuclear weapon to fight off nazis?”

arms draped over his knees as he looked out at the passerby's on campus. his interest just slightly peaked by the sound of the girl beside him’s voice starting up. “cigarettes to fight of nazis?” his voice was husky and very clearly relaid that he wasn’t the most interest in the topic. “we’d be in terrible state if that would’ve been our only form of weaponry.” his gaze leaving barbara and landing on the vape in his hand as he took a long pull.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. barbara )

dancingwitholivia·:

being a cheerleader at bellecotte university certainly had its perks. and since it was olivia’s last year here, it was only fitting that she would be there for all the other cheerleaders to provide flyers for the try out date. it was the least she could do, considering they are going to be losing one of the best members they’ve had. “come join the cheer squad, tryouts are coming soon!” she said to the crowd, walking around the different booths, handing out flyers.. “god, what would this team do without me?”

fluffy hair peaking out from the crowd his brown hues glazing over the girl whose voice was quickly washed out by the inner ramblings of the crowd. he was able to decipher that she was trying to get people to join some sort of club or sport by the flyers she was passing out . he had immediately checked out, banks had never been much of a joiner. he had gone his entire academic career without joining a single club and he has zero intent on breaking that streak in his junior year of college . “probably have someone else handing out flyer,” he shrugged slightly in response to her comments once she’d mad her way closer to banks.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. olivia )

rhodestozoe·:

standing in front of the - what was this again? - habitat for humanity booth, zoe brought her fuzzy pink pen up to her chin as she appeared deep in thought. picking up the brochure, she flipped it over, wondering out loud, “so… do you think there are more hotties in habitat for humans, or…” she paused, pulling out a different flyer from her saint laurent tote, “…business leaders of tomorrow?”

pulling the pink pen out from zoes hand only to feather the fuzzy part over the girls face. letting out a chuckle in reaction to his own actions. rendered stunned by her line of question, he shifted slight in his stance his perfectly white vans pulling against the gravel of the pavement just slightly. “business leaders of tomorrow and habitat for humanity?” as if the inflection of his voice wasn’t a big enough sign that he were judging her, the look on his face sealed away any questions. “are you michelle obama?” he teased.

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. zoe )

ʿ ＊♝ — ft. luca .ʾ

arm draping around luca’s shoulder once he caught up with him. “bro, tell me you don’t have a word tonight,” he managed to huff out as he pulled his friend in playfully. the interaction was something akin to movie football players, although banks hadn’t played any sport since he quit soccer at six years old. ( @lucamcretti )

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. luca )

ʿ ＊♝ — ft. andrea .ʾ

making his way through the quad as his brown hues landed on a familiar figure. he’d know them anywhere. due to his stride seemingly being much faster than hers he was catching up quite easily. taking a pull from his vape as he was just a couple feet away he pushed the smoke the emitted from his lung out toward her. a massive ring of smoke ( also known as an o ) slipped over the brunettes head and down her body. he just had to go an make a scene, a smirk creeping onto his features as he waited for andi to turn to him. ( @angcliics )

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. andi )#heres our lil pretentious vape God lmao

ʿ ＊♝ — ft. elijah .ʾ

slinging his backpack down on the chair before plopping down on the couch beside none other than elijah rhodes one of the only people on campus who brought out banks’ most positive traits. “my cinematic sound professor was hard core flirting with me today," he pipes up, stretching his arms over and behind his head as he became comfortable in his spot. “i told her amanda, i have a girlfriend i don’t know if she’d appreciate all of this,“ banks pauses for the sake of dramatic effect . “she goes and i have a husband, looks like we have even more in common mr. harrington and legitimately bites her lip...” he chuckles as he glances over at elijah. “maybe i really should start thinking about that blog.” he joked. ( @oxvgens )

#( THREAD | there is an old language broken in my tongue )#( ft. elijah )#idk what this is asjkl

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