#c:troy

[surya-mirga]

“How are you feeling?” she asked her tribute as she approached him. “What do you think of training so far?”

@ach1lles-come-down​

[hbichandler]

London had it’s moments. It wasn’t New York, and it certainly wasn’t Paris, but when the sun came out there were worse places to be in the world. Even Heather Chandler with her standards higher than a teenager on 4.20. Moving gracefully down the street she turned heads thanks to her impeccable designer outfit that was coupled with perfect accessories and hair - helped that she’d just come from a photoshoot but she played with the perks life gave her. And a large wallet to spend on personal maintenance was one of those things. Seeing a group of guys playing basketball at an open court on the fringe of the park she slowed just a little, casting her sharp eyes across the group with her eyebrow cocked. Some had no business playing topless that was for sure, but a couple really stood out, and it warranted a slight detour if nothing else. Luckily she had her sunglasses with her as usual which allowed for roaming eyes without drawing attention to herself, old habits die hard.

As the game broke up she noticed that one guy was staying behind to shoot hoops, thankfully not one of the ones who should have voluntarily played on the shirts team. No, this man had earned his topless rights. @kingofnxwyxrk​

[adrianreeves-blog]

Adrian twisted his cup in his hand, the amber rum at the bottom swirling around. Whatever the past 48 hours had been, they’d left him tired. A drink or two was what he needed to distract him from the fact that a ten year friendship was probably coming to an end, not to mention how badly he’d pissed off his sister. “This is the bar we met at,” Adrian pointed out, bringing the class to his lips and draining it. “I got into a fight with that fucking blue haired moron. Fucking hipster.” @troyphon

[limalouisew]

Private - Troy

Hi Troy... I need to talk to you... 

@byetweston

[limalouisew]

Private - Troy

Hey, so can I talk to you please, there’s somethings I want to tell you and I need to talk to someone about it as it hurts too much thinking about it. 

@byetweston

[voodoo-wolfgang]

Tossing paper balls 📘

Local, chalé de Nêmesis; horário, quem se importa? Pessoas, os irmãos; nível de contração, entediado um e focado outro. Arma do crime, bolinhas de papel e canetas. Motivos...

Wolf: Idiota.

[wright-luke-blog]

palmertroy replied to your post: If my assistant asks me how I am one more time..

How are you?

Have you got a death wish, kid?