Breathe

What's up? Rey Grace coming at you via inter-web and of course, series. Im a backup vocalist for Due Hesitation and song writer at heart. I've done a few cameos in some music videos, etc. Drop a line if you wanna get to know me more. I also have progresive hearing loss, please don't yell at me. I have hearing aids. 24.Bisexual.Single.

[reyrutherford-blog]

cordellaemilia‌:

Clearly I should just compile a list of everyone elses’ songs and just sing them.

Or say fuck it, just crowd surf on an actual surfboard. Don’t ask, I haven’t gotten a lot of sleep.

[reyrutherford-blog]

TEXT | ELLA &?

ELLA: I'm actually pissed that I didn't get to go to Disneyland.

ELLA: Is there a way we can stay behind and go tomorrow???

REY:...I thought it was Disneyworld?

REY: I mean, Im not going to tell anyone if you're not going to tell them?

[mybodywakesup]

[reyrutherford-blog]

roosevelt-finch‌:

…that’s very true. You’re brilliant. If you boycott this friendship, I’m telling my mom.

I already called your mom and she fully supports my decision.

[reyrutherford-blog]

luca-attano‌:

Uhh why would i ask before i joined? It doesn’t make any difference. It’s all the same buses and there’s people in all of them. 

I could ask you the same question. But we’re all somebody to have made it here. I’ve no intention of playing a “Who’s more popular?” game.

Sounds like someone who’s jelly that he’s not getting a lot of attention and ain’t very popular. Alright, Jealous boy.

[reyrutherford-blog]

roosevelt-finch‌:

Okay, but if the butter beer in Harry Potter World doesn’t have actual beer in it, I’m boycotting.

Nothing says you can’t put your own beer in it? I mean, Im sure people have done that before. If you’re not dragging me along with you to Harry Potter World, Ima boycotting this friendship.

[reyrutherford-blog]

Midnight | Self-Para

Who: Reyna Rutherford & Tyrone Henderson

Where: On the bus and hotel in New York

When: Friday night for the flashback and on the bus on Saturday.

Notes: Rey finally breaks down and y’all get a sneak peek of her ex. Also why she’s been anti-social. Also, if you need a reminder, here’s her confessional with the note.

Triggers: Miscarriage, talks of alcohol & drugs and some shaming. 

 Reyna placed her head against the bus window while she listened to her song, Midnight and wiped away the tears that had escaped as she thought about New York/Philly and what happened. She felt her phone vibrate, pulled it out of her pocket and saw it was Tyrone, her ex. She bit down on her bottom lip as she placed it far away from her as possible and went back staring out the window. She pulled her throw closer to her body, sniffed and closed her eyes as she heard someone walk by her.  Rey didn’t help but let her mind wander back to the late night visitor she had.

Friday Night

Rey was getting ready for bed when she got the text and furrowed her eyebrows, not knowing how someone contacted her. She let out a breath as she fixed her hair wrap, slipped on her tennis shoes and headed down to the lobby. She stopped when she felt her breath hitched when she recognized a pair of shoes and hoped that it wasn’t the person. She swallowed as she pocketed her phone, glanced around, not knowing if the cameras were on her but she didn’t want to change things. Rey headed towards the person, grabbed their arm and pulled them into an excluded hallway. Once they were alone, Reyna looked up and swallowed hard as she recognized the dimples and the smile. Oh, the smile that made her weak. “What are you doing here, Tyrone?” She asked in a harsh whisper and poked her head to make sure that no one was watching them and looked up at him. “I can’t see my favorite girl?” She rolled her eyes as she swatted her hands away from going onto her hips. “No, because there’s always something up with you that causes you to hit me up.” Tyrone let out a chuckle as he nodded, slipped his hands into his leather jacket and licked his lips. “I got your message, on your last confessional and we both know that was fucked up for you to do that.” Reyna let out a bitter chuckle as she crossed her arms against her chest and rose an eyebrow. “Fucked up? Fucked up?! You weren’t there for me during the miscarriage, Tyrone!” She let her voice raised a little bit. “You were basically drowning in alcohol, drugs and shit while I had to be strong for the both of us, making the arrangements and dealing with your mom’s words of, it’s a blessing because I didn’t want that Philly trash in my family and the child was going to be deaf anyway and had to deal with another person with a disability. Yet, did you say anything? Fuck no.” She hissed and blinked away the tears. “And now, Im in the public eye and I have to grieve, in the public eye. So don’t come at me with the whole ‘that was fucked up’ when it was addressed to you and your family.” She glanced around, seeing some people looking towards them and sniffed before she looked back at him. “Now, we’re through. Never contact me again.” She walked out of the hallway and headed straight back to her bedroom with her head hanging down.

Back on the bus.

Reyna pulled her legs close to her chest and buried her face into her knees as she sobbed while her voice filled the headphones. She pulled her blankets over her head and hoped that sleep would wash over her.

[reyrutherford-blog]

cordellaemilia‌:

How many times can I write out a setlist and trash it before I find one I truly deem acceptable? I guess we’ll find out this weekend.

Wing it, you’ll pull it off and if anything, you can sing one of my songs that won’t see the light of day. Oh hell, I can always streak on stage, in place of you while you write a set list five thousand times more.

[reyrutherford-blog]

luca-attano‌:

I can’t believe i missed New York. But i’m here now and ready to get on stage. Anyone knows which my bus is?

I can’t believe you have to ask which one is your bus without actually asking before you joined. Who are you, anyway? 

[diablocodys]

History is history, Amma.

Sharp Objects (2018-) Dir. Jean-Marc Vallée  

[dailymarvelheroes]

# me when someone flirts

[reyrutherford-blog]

Who would you most like to fuck on this tour? Be honest, god is watching and he doesn't like liars

Are you offering, Miss Kitty? And if its not Kitty, then I guess someone else wants to fuck me.

[julie-spencer]

just beachy | rey & julie

[reyrutherford-blog]

julie-spencer‌:

@reyrutherford

Drinking last night was not Julie’s best idea, but she needed to let loose after New York. Sure, things were better than they were. It was the fact that she never really ever allowed herself to process her emotions. She was constantly on the go go go trying to cater to everyone else’s needs as opposed to her own. It wasn’t healthy, but it was just a part of her caregiving nature.

Her hangover left her feeling groggy for most of the day despite Cooper bringing her coffee and breakfast in the morning. She needed fresh air and the beach was the place to do it if she was gonna be mentally present for the show. Though, it didn’t matter much since she wasn’t performing, but she still wanted to be ready in case anyone needed her to step in for back up dancing.

Julie invited Rey to come along for a walk, deciding that the two desperately needed girl time. The two were relatively close, only becoming more close at the tour went on. She put on a light sweater and brought her fourth cup of coffee for the day with her as she waited at where the water met the sand, letting her feet get a little wet.

“If we see doubles of us, Im getting my ass outta here and going back to Philly,” Rey said as she adjusted her sunglasses once she approached Jules and brushed back some of her dreads as she crossed her arms over her chest. While everyone was having fun with Sinful Sunday, she was catching up on Killing Eve and well, sleep. 

“So, I missed out on a party Julie, how’d that go?” Rey raised an eyebrow as she looked from the ocean to the girl next to her.

[reyrutherford-blog]

Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

I can tell you from personal experience, all three are great. Especially when you have your hips on the arm of the couch, great way for an orgasm. Be careful on the floor, because rug burns arent a great turn on.

[msjessicaday]

[bob-belcher]

[reyrutherford-blog]

[Left on Reyna's bunk on the bus along with a short note.]

'Couldn't have pulled it off without you, so here's me saying thank you.

Carter.'