#glasgow.start

[serpcntines-blog]

he’s  in  the  middle  of  an  incredibly  heated  phone  call  with  his  older  sister  ----  a  conversation  that  PROBABLY  should  have  waited  until  he  was  in  private  ----  but  when  has  tuck  ever  had  a  social  clue  unless  it  came  to  pulling  women ?  (  the  answer  was  NEVER  )   ❛   what  part  of  fuck  off  do  you  not  understand,  tobah  ?   ❜  he  spat,  stress  from  his  upcoming  album  release  and  ANGER  at  his  irritatingly  brady-inspired  sibling  dripping  from  his  tongue  as  he  collided  with  whoever  was  unlucky  enough  to  have  been  walking  opposite  him,  his  phone  hitting  the  ground  with  an  ominous  SHATTER . . .    ❛    oh  for  FUCK’S SAKE !   ❜

[glasgowhqs-blog]

members, make sure that you’re replying to these starters since they don’t have as many notes !

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[ofdxceit-blog]

          — ♛ —  ❝ FOR FUCK SAKES! ❞ piper shrieked, snatching the wrist of the man who had been pressing himself against her for the past hour and twisting his arm in a way that would truly discomfort him.  ❝ i said NO, does your limited vocabulary process that? do you UNDERSTAND?❞ when the man whimpered a pathetic apology and told the ‘crazy bitch’ to ‘ let him go’ piper violently shoved him away from her, alcohol and anger buzzing in her veins. ❝ that’s what i THOUGHT.❞  after he had made a cruel remark and moved away, piper than turned to the person next to her, a fresh shot in hand, rolling her eyes with annoyance; ❝ men are fucking PIGS, whether you are in NEW YORK or GLASGOW, SCOTLAND- they never get any classier. ❞ then, she tilted back her head and dumped the shot glasses content’s down her throat as if it were the easiest thing in the world. 

[bxshful-blog1]

    — † — ❝ ah- wait- NO! please hold still, ❞  thomas muttered to himself under his breath. the person he had been sketching shifted in a way that totally fucked with his unknown drawing of them, the shadows and lines he had been so intensely following have no changed entirely.  he couldn’t continue if he WANTED too... ❝ damn it,❞  he cursed under his breath, dropping his head in disappointment. a whole forty-five minutes GONE!  though, when he looked back up, the person he had been intensely staring at at carving into his sketchbook was staring right. back. at. him. ❝ oh- hey, sorry... i’m- i was - i just- ACK! ❞  thomas squeaked, slamming his book shut as his face flushed a dark crimson. ❝ you know what? i’ll just- i’ll just GO...❞