#rhettmackay

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

[text] i could be into that who knows

[text]: rip rhett mackay[text]: started with a bang ended with a bang

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

[text] both ?

[text]: careful the less hot one bites[text]: canary or whatever

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

[text] no but i may be thinking about it

[text]: which one

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

[text] ok good, jw

[text]: did you fuck one of them?

[avery-carson]

Sleep dusted between lashes, blinks slow and lazy just the same as her gait; slender legs taking her to the stage. Her schedule for rest was fucked, often collapsed on one of the three beds perched in the Palms' yurt when the sun was overhead up until dusk, when the tour truly became pulsating. Avery was careful to keep her head down in hopes of avoiding lingering stares or mouths spewing invasive questions, most which involved the other blondes, but as darkness spread across the sky's canvas, it wasn't difficult to keep to the shadows.

She hadn't been sure which band adorned the stage, but as she got closer and a whirling beat became distinct, a ghosting smile curved to her mouth: the Peaky's. The blonde lingered at the crowd's edge, listening as the musicians said their goodnight before the lights dimmed, and they exited under a thin blanket of arrogance. She manoeuvred through the swarm of bodies towards the stairs leading backstage, the curve of bony elbows digging into exposed flesh, inflicting glares and cusses alike tossed in her direction. "I'm afraid this is as far as you can go, Darlin'," The words came simultaneously as an arm was outstretched, the warning parting the mouth of one of the guard's. Brows furrowed, confusion spreading to her features, "You saw me back here like, six hours ago. I'm a musician, part of the Palm's." Though his arm retracted, the male's thick body moved in front, "Only those who are involved with the Peaky Blinders and their performance may be back stage at this time." Defeat was close to forming in her stomach before she caught a glimpse of fair hair and a broad frame, "Mackay!" She hollered, attempting to get the male's attention.

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

[text] which of the blondes are you banging again

[text]: ‘the one without tits’ as you’d say[text]: lol why

[s-cottyhartford-blog]

Lean On Me

Lean On Me: Who does your character rely on?

Many would say their parents, others perhaps close friends. For Scotty, there’s a blank. Inherently he doesn’t normally view anyone as a source of reliability, at least not in the true sense. That’s not to say he can’t place trust in others. It’s more so that in any situation, he comes on top. He relies on himself and that hasn’t changed for a while.

[masonstaylor]

With A Little Help From My Friends

With A Little Help From My Friends: Who are your character's best friends?

His first response would be Barbara, then he would say he doesn’t have a best friend, then he would begrudgingly say it was Lucas Burke.