scotsmaan-blog

[scotsmaan-blog]

          leon was wary at first, he knew what tommy could           be like. oh but what the hell - he wanted to hold him, to           wrap his arms around him. and that's exactly what he is doing.

                        ❝ how do you 'ken that? he might be accepting. ❞

                    he began to nuzzle the back of his neck, planting a small trail of                    kisses down his back. a smile growing across his face as he continued. 

           ❝ i don't want to be your dirty wee secret forever.  ❞

                                                         he had turned away just as leon rose from the couch;     which he soon decided was the best decision he’d ever made. —- he felt the arms     wrap around his torso && he couldn’t help but smile. smirk. huff a laugh. it was so     intimate; he wanted to shove the man off && elbow  him  forcefully  in  the  face  for     even thinking that it was a good idea. ‘ personal space ‘ he said to himself. —- yet,     he couldn’t bring himself to do it. he almost melted into the hold; using leon’s chest     as support for his back. he couldn’t deny that it was nice - he enjoyed it. 

                ❝   fuck you. that’s the worst idea you’ve ever had. —- connor                        would freak out if i told him, alright. he’s NOT finding out.   ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

          ❝ no, i dinnae have a problem with it. ❞

                   leon smirked and slowly brought his feet down and stood                    up and walked over, slowly wrapping his arms around                    tommy's torso. 

            ❝ why don't you just tell 'em? he                 can't be THAT bad. ❞

                  ❝   since now. do you have a problem with it ?                          && i said get your feet  down  !!  ——  if  my                          brother comes back to you fucking making                          yourself at home like this, he’ll be asking                                                me questions.   ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

          ❝ i called you a bonnie lad. ❞

                    leon smiled as he heard the man in front of him laugh,                     he stumbled forward and held onto the table as he directed                     himself back onto the chair. 

               ❝ i'm calling you -- beautiful. you                    are absolutely stunning.  ❞

                     there’s laughter. his stern expression is finally broken.                      however, the flattery made his brow raise. ‘ bonnie lad ‘                      ———— was the drunk scot hitting on him ?

                    ❝   ——- what did you just call me ?   ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

[scotsmaan-blog]

FELIZ TUESGAY!

Ellos tan sincronizados como siempre XD

[scotsmaan-blog]

make me choose ➞ sailorkillian asked: Michael Fassbender or and James McAvoy

[scotsmaan-blog]

Shame

Dir. Steve McQueen.

[scotsmaan-blog]

          ❝ i'm sorry but -- leopatra? when did               you start calling me that?  ❞

                 ❝   hey, leopatra. ——- get your                         fucking feet off the couch.   ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

          ❝ i'm no gonnae fall off my chair. ❞

                    --- and before anything else could be said, he was                          onto the floor, his glass now long down and probably                          under someones feet.

                   ❝ motherfucker !!! ❞

         now started the biggest challenge of them all.          getting back onto his feet. stumbling along the          ground and grabbing onto a table and pulling himself up.

                            ❝ y'know for such a bonnie lad,                                you are sure in hell rude.  ❞

                 ❝   —— i grew up without a lot of things. && you look like                         you’re about to fall off your chair. ( he decides that it                                 would be funny to watch ) let me help.   ❞

         && with one quick shove, he’d managed to get the man on the floor.

[scotsmaan-blog]

          ❝ wha ---                     you dinnae 'ken what a can of irn bru is! man -                     it must suck growing up with a can of irn bru.                     here... let me tell you aboot it.❞

        ❝ it's in this wee fancy can, orange and             blue and the drink itself is pure orange             and it's super fizzy.. like it goes beyond             the line of fizzy-ness. ❞

                               ❝ remind me to buy you a can...                                   if i can find a bloody store that                                   sells them! ❞

                   ❝   i’m not jealous && ken is non-existent. you did                           know that, didn’t you ? barbie’s fake too. ——- no,                           I don’t know where you can get a 'can of irn bru’.                                                     whatever that is.  ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

          he let out a small chuck as he plopped down           on the seat and nearly fell off the seat.

                    ❝ you and i both know, my friend.                        i can sing... you are just jealous.  ❞

                               he swung his glass back up and took another drink.                                the dying need for some irn bru - but where the hell                                would you find irn bru here? 

             ❝ do you 'ken anywhere i could get a can of irn bru?  ❞

                                            ❝   ecstatic.   ❞

               sarcasm, of course.  he observed the man’s movements                && noted the stumble.    —- very drunk indeed. though he                couldn’t deny the fact that even the slurred scottish accent                was somewhat attractive.

                 ❝   nothing. ——- maybe if you could actually                                      sing i wouldn’t be complaining.   ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

James McAvoy reading No Matter What

[scotsmaan-blog]

[scotsmaan-blog]

          a small smirk grew across leon's face as he turned           his head to give the other man his attention.

                    ❝ aren't you a happy chappy?  ❞

       he wiped the alcohol from his        lips and stumbled over.

                          ❝ what's so wrong about a wee scottish song?  ❞

                    there’s no smile. no smirk.   no expression whatsoever.                     he’d had enough of same song being sung repeatedly.                                 ——— that’s if you’d call it singing.

                         ❝   ——- seriously. shut the fuck up.   ❞

[scotsmaan-blog]

          ❝ you'll take the high road !!!                     and i'll take the low road !!!                              and i'll be in scotland before you !!!                                   for me and my true love will never meet again !!!                                                    on the bonnie bonnie banks of loch lomond !!! ❞