Rhett Harding @tbhrhett-blog - Tumblr Blog

I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…

(via msndobrev)

#i like this a lottttt #;quotes #what he wants to say to poppy #most likey

This past week has been so crazy busy.. god!

#ooc

noxnovak

sucking in a sharp inhalation at his words, lennox coughs slightly from the smoke still trapped inside her. sputtering, her eyes afire with amusement flick to his emerald irises. “ya sure you don’t? i mean, fuck if it’s been that long. even i still got game harding. guess that popstar thing isn’t working out.” with chocolate curls that frame his sculptured face and tantalizing eyes, lennox can easily see the appeal, but her views, tainted by the image that surrounds him, neutralizes the effect. the conversation flows between them as easily as the smoke wafting from her wicked mouth. she clucks her tongue, shaking her head at him. “y’know, you should’ve fuckin’ faked something because i get the vibe you really do have these here for show.”

he’s teeth sink into the pink flesh of his lower lip, trying and horribly failing to conceal the growing smirk, his brows quirked skyward as she struggles to clam her seizing lungs, clouds of white vapour falling from her lips in inconsistent bursts. his chuckle is like a rich caramel, deep in colour and seemingly “not exactly but if you’re offering, who am i to deny.” it’s easy, the banter that settles between them, nearly as natural as the act of breathing. “asking me to choose between the stones and the eagles, led zeppelin and red hot chilli peppers, muse and the ramones... arctic monkeys? it’s just plain cruel.” his emerald gaze clashes with her crystal blues, his hands - musicians hands if the rough callouses and long fingers are speaking - gesturing towards the stocked selves. “and then you’ve got mumford and sons and florence and the machine and more alternative sounds that are completely mind-blowing. it’s about as simple as picking your favourite stand of hair.” he reaches out, and playfully flicks a strand of her silky hair, the strand swaying in front of her face like a pendulum before settling.

#c:lennox #wtf is this new update #god

noxnovak:

lennox sighs, further filling the air with her smoke - stenched breath – putrid and slightly unbearable to herself. the brunette keeps sucking nicotine through the cigarette, though, allowing it to find a home within her bloodstream. her cerulean hues absorb the names upon his wall, surprised at who he proudly showcases. with her blush lips wrapped around the tiny, ashy white stick, she faces him when he speaks. words muffled by the cigarette, lennox teases, “damn. it’s like i’m seeing you in a whole new fuckin’ light. how many times have you gotten pussy for this?” she nods, eyes narrowing as she suspiciously peruses him. the sex symbol surprises her, layers hidden beneath the seemingly shallow poptar the world portrays him to be. “who’s your favorite?” the question a peace offering, a slight reprieve from grilling the brunet.

the cigarette dangles in between them, whether perched precariously in between her rose tainted lips or pinched in between two deceivingly delicate fingertips. tendrils of white smoke, almost translucent in colour, curl upwards, licking at the air, staining it a hazy shade of reality before dissipating a moment too soon. his grin widens, mantis green eyes drowning in pools of mischief. “dunno - not that i need the assistance - but it’s been a while since i’ve counted the notches on my bedpost.” his tone is soaked in amusement, in hubris. he always struggles to grasp at the straw of such an endless question, coming up empty handed each and every time. picking a favourite would be the equivalent of sorting through his individual curls and choosing the best. his gaze flickers down to meet hers, “i don’t think people understand how hard that question is to answer. it’s nearly impossible.”

#c:lennox

mallorytheory:

Mallory, naturally curious, found herself taking advantage of her housemate’s lack of knowledge regarding her presence to observe him; from his body language and what he seemed to seek out amongst the multitudinous records that all looked to be indistinguishable to her, to the way he seemed to greet the object in a manner which could be described as nostalgic. Ballet graced her with weightless footsteps, continuing to mask her company from Rhett until she was a mere few feet behind him and couldn’t keep the question from rolling off her tongue. “What’s that? It sounds like it could be the title of a poem.”

her voice - a work of crafted music in it’s own way - burst through the fog of his mind, shattering the long train of thought he was falling down, dragging him backwards up into reality. grateful that he hadn’t made some - completely emasculating startled sound at her inhumanely silent movements - he turned to see the smaller brunette lingering at his side. his brows furrowed, forming a small crease in the centre, at her question. “--... dark side of the moon? it’s the record,” he tilted the album in his hands, allowing her a better view at the image splashed across the cover. “You know, Pink Flloyd.”

#hello back!#omg she's so adorabel lol #c:mallory

poppcs:

she continues to stand there awkwardly, looking all around her to lean on and despite his nonchalance, she still felt like an intruder and that her presence wasn’t really all that welcome here. so poppy leans against the doorway, it’d be easier to slip out if she stayed close to the door. “what were you doing just now,” she asks, tilting her curiously towards the shelf next to rhett. her arms are crossed, she’s guarded, she always is but still, she knows it can make her seem unwelcoming. “well, i know that, it’s just, if you want to be alone, i can run off somewhere else.”

she stands before him, arms crossed as if actively closing herself off, keeping some kind of visible barrier up between them. his eyes flicker back towards the wall of records, sweeping across the sounds he loved so deeply, before those green hues landed back on her. he paused to take her in, from the tips of her blonde hair to the way her feet anchored her to the ground, his lips tilting up in a barely there smile. “nothing. just--... looking. you don’t have to go.” his voice seems to drop, dipping into those lower octaves - lower then normal, the edges softer and hazy, like the blurred lines of a watercolour painting, one brilliant colour seeping and leeching into the next - his features softening ever so slightly. “unless you don’t want to stay,”

#c:poppy

noxnovak:

lennox chuckles as she lifts the cancer stick, held precariously between her fingers, to her rosy pout for another drag. “sometimes i do because who doesn’t need a smoke once in a blue moon? other times, though, yeah – it’s an image thing. i hate the bitterness of a fag, rather just fuckin’ drink a beer, but i’m more approachable with a beer. with this damned thing,” lennox’s icy gaze shifts to the disintegrating drug as she twirls it around mindlessly, “i’m less likely to be approached for social purposes.” she steps into the room, slightly cautious as she approaches his wall, cerulean hues studying it and all the records upon it. “for all i know, those vinyls are empty. that or you’ve got here to look cool – to make girls swoon and think you’re some rock god. almost all these names sitting on your damned wall made at least one song more meaningful than the bubblegum pop that plays in the diner. no offense.” lennox murmurs, fingers flicking off the ashy butt of the cigarette.

“understandable.” he doesn’t try to argue, to refute her words; in fact he barely reacts to them at all. his features - a thrilling combination of sharp lines and edges with softer slopes and curves - remaining impassive, indifferent, void. he knows the truth of her words, they slam into him like a sucker punch to the gut, he knows the desire to hide behind the facade, to use the image cultivated like hardened armour, moulded around you, impenetrable to outside forces. his bitten red lips quirked upwards, forming a lopsided smirk, green eyes alight as he turned to the slender girl. “you caught me. that’s why i keep this room locked up in my summer house - so girls can come and swoon over it.” he lifts his shoulders in a noncommittal shrug, “none taken. these are the greats. they made the kind of music that will be remembered for years and years.”

#c:lennox

modestmgmtofficial

identical twins have so much power tbh last year my lab partner steve came in with pierced ears and everyone was like whoa steve when did u get them pierced and he was like i’ve had them for 3 years. i’m not steve. and he just sat down and started taking notes. the next day steve came in and was like did u guys see my brother jake yesterday lmao we switched schools

#hehe #they totally did this as kids #;bros #;ft.matteo

thetwob

#;mirror #look at this #;legit #this is a snapshot of rhett losing himself on stage

bitebox

there are still times, even now, even after e v e r y t h i n g where i stop and i wonder, “ how did it get like this? how did i let it get this far? “

#;muse